Review: Brooklynaire by Sarina Bowen (Brooklyn Bruisers #4)


BROOKLYNAIRE by Sarina Bowen is live now!! Read my thoughts on this amazing book!



A sexy new standalone from USA Today bestseller Sarina Bowen.

You’d think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You’d be wrong.

For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don’t know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard.

When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It’s what friends do. But what friends don’t do is rip off each other’s clothes for a single, wild night together.

Now she’s avoiding me. She says we’re too different, and it can never happen again. So why can’t we keep our hands off each other?





I’m a big fan of friends to lovers romances when they aren’t too dramatic. I hate when characters don’t want to accept they have feelings for each other and they try to fight their feelings at all costs because they are scared of losing the friendship in the end and yada, yada. I find those stories very cliché-ish and most times the only thing they make me do is roll my eyes. This one, however, is none of those things. Even though the characters had known each other for seven years and were very good friends, when it came to crossing the line from the friends side to the lovers side, things moved pretty smoothly. They didn’t hold back their feelings or tried denying them which made for an absolutely swoon-worthy and unputdownable read.

God save me from charming, intelligent, driven men because they will be the death of me! The hero of this story, Nate, is my favorite kind of character. He’s the wealthiest man in Brooklyn and he’s the most down to earth guy ever. He’s sweet, sexy, confident, not a jerk. He’s the one who’s had a sweet—and not so sweet at times—crush on the heroine, Becca, for quite a while and I was so happy he finally got the girl. He deserves everything! I can say the same thing about Becca, she’s definitely Nate’s soul mate. She’s intelligent, hardworking and has an amazing sense of humor. She made want to knock some sense into her at times for the most part she was everything I could have asked for.

Overall, this is a fun and very romantic book with a lot of kissing—which I loved—and even some laugh-out-loud moments. It is so enjoyable I read the entire thing in one sitting and it made me forget everything that was going on around me. If you need a book good enough to make you escape for a while then this book has your name all over it.

4.5 / 5 flowers


I grab a towel off a waiting stack of them and toss it onto the edge. “You can sit and put your feet in.”

She’s wearing a short little knit dress that’s been making me crazy all evening, so it would be easy enough for her to strip off those stockings, sit on the towel, and drop both feet in.

And that’s what she does. She eases one stocking down over a smooth knee and tugs it off.

I don’t want to stand there staring like a middle-school boy. Okay, I do want to. But I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. So I go over to the sound system instead, and I set my phone on the speaker and cue up a really old playlist. One she’ll recognize.

When I turn around again, she’s seated on the towel, both legs hanging down into the churning water. “Ah. Wow.” She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Nice place you got here.”

“Isn’t it?” I toe off my shoes and kick them to the side.

The first song comes on, and it’s a Macklemore tune that we used to play far too often in our first office. Rebecca laughs immediately. “You didn’t! I haven’t heard this playlist in forever. But I’ll bet I still know every transition. Lady Gaga is next.”

“She sure is.”

Rebecca kicks her feet, making a splash. “I have a little confession to make.”

“What’s that?” I loosen my tie and slide the knot out.

“Well…” She grins up at me. “I used to have a crush on you. Back in the early days.”

My hands freeze on the tie silk. “Get out of town. You did not.”

“No, I really did.” Her cheeks are pink. “That first year especially. But you were taken, and you were my boss. Those two things made it pretty easy to tamp down, when you’re a practical girl like me.”

I walk over and drop down beside her, my back to the water, though, because I’m still wearing trousers and socks. “So how does that work, exactly?”

“What?” She gives me a sidelong glance, but then looks away again and won’t meet my eyes.

“How do you stop wanting someone? I’m a practical person, but I don’t see how that makes it any easier. Nothing seems to mute the raging attraction I have for you.”

Her chin turns quickly toward me, and I seize the opportunity to kiss her. And it only takes one kiss—one slide of my lips over hers, and I’m on fire again.

We’re facing opposite directions, so it’s awkward as hell. But I don’t even care. I take greedy sip after greedy sip of her mouth, until she pulls back to stare at me. Her color is high and her eyes are bright and happy. “This is like Twister.”

“It’s better,” I correct. Lady Gaga comes on, just as Becca said she would. “Are we getting into this pool or what?”

Becca kicks a foot in the water. “I’m tempted. But I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Oh, snap.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “Are you really getting in?”

“We don’t have to.” I’m never going to pressure her.

Her fingers trail across the surface of the bubbling water. “But this is an adventure, right?”

“Right.” I stand up and remove my socks. She’s watching me. And I can’t read her expression. “What?”

“Just wondering what else you’re going to take off.” She smiles.

“Come here.” The order rolls off my tongue.

But Rebecca doesn’t blink. She gets up and turns toward me, curiosity in her eyes.

“You tell me. What am I taking off?”

She puts two hands tentatively on my chest, and I make myself be patient. Everything I ever wanted is on the other side of this moment. I just need us to break through this awkwardness—the “will we or won’t we” tension.

Her fingers find the top button of my shirt. “I’m not getting in the water unless you are.”

That’s a compromise I can live with. I find my lower shirt buttons and work upwards, until we meet in the middle. She pushes the two halves of my shirt apart and runs a hand down my bare chest.

My inner caveman stands up and cheers.



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  1. From friends to lovers is not my best thing, I prefer from hate to love (without too much drama… I know, it’s hard to make me happy sometimes!) but this one seems really good and your review is convincing… I’ll add it to my wishlist! 🙂

    1. I totally understand. I love hate to love without a lot of drama too! Hope you enjoy this one when you get to it.

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