Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was.
Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town.
Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings.
Sometimes first loves are the truest.
If it hadn’t been for the author, I might have passed up this book as soon as I saw the title. It didn’t do anything for me, and even after reading I feel like it belies the depth of the story. Fortunately, I knew what to expect from Kylie Scott, so I read the book and knew this was a story with a ton of potential. This book was angsty and fun, and I found myself holding my breath and stifling a laugh in turn.
Adele was fascinating. She was crass and unforgiving, while still being sweet and vulnerable. For all her bluster, she had been thoroughly destroyed by Pete’s rejection when she was younger, and it showed through that cracked façade of snark she wore like armor. I loved her brash honesty and ability to keep her head held high when it was painfully obvious she just wanted to let herself crumble.
I’m not sure how I feel about Pete since this book was told in single perspective we never got to see his thoughts. I could make some assumptions, but I still had so many questions about him, and this is one book where I think having at least a couple of chapters in his POV would have added so much to the overall experience of the novel. I did, however, sense his struggle, even when she was a teenager. Their connection was strong from the off, and there was no denying they would be something special if only he’d give in to the pull.
I loved Adele so much, and my heart hurt for her so badly by the way she kept getting so thoroughly crushed by the love of her life. I’m always a sucker for a friends-to-lovers romance, which is the best way to describe It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time. Adele and Pete had a connection that transcended age (there are no questionable situations in this title) and carried through years of not speaking. No matter how hard one or both of them tried to refuse it, they kept coming back to each other for the comfort and understanding they couldn’t find elsewhere.
I adored the plot of It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time. It was heartwrenching, angsty, fun, and fraught with unmasked desire. I was deliriously happy that there wasn’t any extra action in this book beyond navigating the pitfalls of Adele and Pete’s complicated and historied relationship. The flashbacks lent an interesting view of how deep their relationship was from the off and gave great insight into Pete’s affection for Adele.
As I said earlier, my wish for this book would have been to get even the tiniest glimpse into Pete’s head. I felt I knew Adele so well; she was so straightforward it wasn’t hard to understand her motivations and compulsions, whereas Pete played everything so close to the vest it was hard to get a great read on him. I feel like his would have been the more interesting head to get into and I would die to get my hands on an alternate POV from him.
It was meant to be a soft kiss. A chaste one, even.
The minute my lips touched his, however, everything changed. Callused hands grabbed the sides of my face and my mouth opened on a gasp. His tongue swept inside, taking me over. Holy hell. Shoes and purse hit the floor, forgotten. Nothing about this kiss was slow or easy. The man devoured me. Every ounce of emotion poured into that kiss, all of the anger and frustration between us. His tongue was teasing and tasting, driving me wild. Then he drew back to suck and nip at my bottom lip. One hand slid around the back of my neck, the other over my hip to grab at my ass. His hold was firm, a little rough even. He treated my body like it belonged to him and I wasn’t gentle either.
Apparently experience mattered. Because all I could do was try and keep up.
I held on tight to his open shirt, straining against him, trying to get closer. I’d have crawled inside the man if I could. Turned out that under certain circumstances, the taste of scotch worked for me in a big way. Against my hip, his cock hardened, digging into me. And oh my God, I’d done that to him. Me. How amazing! Meanwhile, my body felt liquid, core aching and empty. I needed him inside of me and it seemed like I’d already been waiting forever.
“Fuck,” he muttered, breath hot against my ear.
I fumbled at the remaining buttons on his shirt. My damn fingers didn’t seem to be working. Easier to just push the whole thing upward. Luckily, the man decided to help, tearing the shirt off over his head. More skin was good. And he was so hot and smooth, a thrill to the touch. The solid flesh of his pecs and the flat plane of his stomach.
He tore at the zipper on the back of my dress, dragging fabric down over my shoulders. A growl came from the back of his throat, a noise of frustration, impatience. I’m reasonably certain I heard the silk rip. I didn’t care. His hands and mouth seemed to cover every bit of skin revealed, touching and tasting me everywhere. The dress got stuck on my hips. Out of the way enough for now.
He didn’t even bother undoing my bra, simply peeling down one of the lace cups to free my flesh. My breast filled his hot palm as it took the weight. Fingers plumped me, his thumb flicking over my hard nipple. The sting of pain followed by the heat of his kiss made my head spin and my body ache. There was no room for thought as he fed me deep, wet kisses. Slowly, he took us to the floor. No time for anything else. Just the urgent need to have him inside me.
The hardness of the polished wood was cool against my back. My legs were spread, his body between them. And with his broad chest above me, his weight taken on one arm, he was all I could see. I swear even the insides of my thighs were wet, I was so ready. It would have been embarrassing with anybody else. But this man, he had to know, he had to understand. It had always been him.
“Pete, I need—”
“I know,” he said, voice harsh and low.
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/