Nov 16, 2021

{Release Blitz: Review + Excerpt} Knockout: a Small-Town, Enemies to Lovers

 

Title: Knockout
Series: Whiskey Dolls
Author: Jessica Prince
Contemporary Romance; Small Town Romance

My rating: 5 of 5 stars
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
THEME: Enemies to Lovers
Knockout: a Small-Town, Enemies to Lovers Romance (Whiskey Dolls Book 2)
Knockout: a Small-Town, Enemies to Lovers Romance (Whiskey Dolls Book 2)
by Jessica Prince
4.45
 · 112 Ratings

BLURB:

It wasn’t fair that the man I hated with a passion was so freaking gorgeous.

Things in Layla Fox’s life were going great. She had a fantastic job, amazing friends, and a killer apartment. There was just one tiny glitch in all that perfect. Her upstairs neighbor was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome . . . and she hated the man with every cell in her body.  

Jude Kingsley was the most arrogant jerk she’d ever met, making the fact that she was attracted to him more than a little inconvenient.

When the two of them are forced together by Jude’s meddling grandmother, the bitter rivalry between the two feuding neighbors suddenly turns into something very different. And a raw, intense chemistry like theirs is bound to explode if they aren’t careful.

**Whiskey Dolls is a series of interconnected, standalone, small town romances.**

REVIEW:

For the second installment in the Whiskey Dolls series, a spin off of the Hope Valley Series, Price give her readers a lot more humor and I absolutely loved every minute of it.

Knockout is 100% an enemies to lovers story pack with a punch. Layla has just move into the apartment of her dreams, being on the waiting list for month and finally she is moving in. However after a stolen parking spot turns into being enemies with her upstairs neighbor Jude, these two take to the extremes to make each others lives miserable. From taking laundry out of the washer before is clean and living it on the floor, to porn in the mail for all to see, these two will stop at nothing to get back at each other. Until a blind date with each other turns the tables and now Jude and Layla see the real person behind the pranks.

I loved this story so much, the pranks that these two do on each other had me cracking up and especially with the other residents in the building making bets on them was hilarious. Layla is a Whiskey Dolls girl and her friends know about her feud with her neighbor and are thrilled when they find out her blind date is actually him. I don't want to give anything away so I'll just say I loved their banter and the realness when they finally have a conversation outside of the war they have going on.

As this is a romance story, the romance is fire, Jude is an alpha of all alphas and Layla gives him a heck of a challenge. They are a perfect part and know how to push buttons as well as have this smoking hot connection. There isn't a lot of secondary character time from the past book, which I didn't mind at all this time around, because Jude's Grandmother stole the show, she is 100% who I want to be when I get older. Let's just say this woman is someone who you don't want to mess with but will have your back no matter what as long as you are real with her.

In the end this is by far my favorite out of all the small town romances that Jessica Prince has written, I love them all but this one is my ultimate.

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The doors of the elevator slid open and the good mood I’d been in all day evaporated like a single drop of water falling onto desert sand.

“Of freaking course,” I grumbled sullenly as Jude Kingsley stepped into the elevator.

He returned my glare before stopping beside me and turned to face the front. “And I’d been having such a good day up to this point,” he muttered bitterly.

I let out a snort and fluttered my eyelashes. “What, did you pop a little kid’s balloon? Maybe cut in front of a pregnant lady in line at the coffee shop?” I snapped my fingers. “Oh, I know! You kicked a poor, innocent puppy on the sidewalk. That’s what had you so chipper, isn’t it?”

He gave me a smirk, and damn it, why did it have to look so good on him? The son of a bitch.

“I woke up happy,” he stated, and it would have been a lie if I claimed I didn’t find that admission somewhat intriguing.

Turning to face me, he took a step toward me, closing some of the distance between us. The move was unexpected, and my heartrate spiked at his closeness. The small elevator car suddenly felt even tinier, like the walls were closing in. The air was filled with his scent. Something like cedar and sun mixed with a spicy musk that reminded me of the outdoors. My chest stuttered on a choppy inhale when I tilted my head back to look up at him. In all the months we’d been enemies, this had to be the first time we’d been so close to each other.

With hardly any space between us, I was able to see that those midnight blue eyes of his also held flecks of golden honey. He blinked slowly as he stared down at me, those long, sooty lashes lying across his sharp cheekbones before he opened them again.

“I had the best dream last night.” He stopped, waiting for me to ask what he dreamed about, like he knew that statement and his proximity had left me way off-kilter, my curiosity piqued.

Stupid intuitive jerk.

Unable to help myself, I arched a questioning brow. “Oh?”

His voice dropped lower, taking on an almost velvety soft quality. “Yeah. You were in it, princess.”

My skin felt tingly, my mouth was Sahara dry. I didn’t feel like myself all of a sudden. It was almost as if he’d cast a spell, and I was just along for the ride, unable—or maybe unwilling at that point—to take control back. It was those eyes, man. Those freaking dark, alluring, sexy bedroom eyes. There wasn’t a woman in the world who’d be able to resist their power up close. Not even me.

I tried to swallow past the cotton taking up residence in my throat and croaked, “What—what was your dream about?”

He started speaking in a tone that could only be described as intoxicating. “Well, you see, it was a beautiful, sunny day, and we were standing on the sidewalk outside the building. You were in these jeans that made your ass look incredible.” His tongue peeked out and swiped across his plump bottom lip. “I couldn’t stop staring. Then . . . ”

I was straight up enraptured at that moment.

Oh my God. What is happening right now? “Then what?”

“Then . . . you stepped off the curb and got hit by a bus.” It was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over my head. Whatever voodoo he was working broke right then, and I remembered instantly that I wanted this man to die by a thousand papercuts—preferable by my hand.





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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.

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