Wednesday, September 2, 2020

REVIEW: The Hunter by LJ Shen


Fans of L.J. Shen, will find The Hunter to be the fun, sexy, page turner that we want when we buy her works.

This novels kicks of a new series--The Boston Belles- and a new location, though it does have cross over characters. This series focuses on our archer, Sailor, and her new roommate, Hunter-- a very unlikely pair. A pair who appears to have absolutely nothing in common, except maybe that they really don't like each other. At first. But then Shen works her word magic and we get to see them go from detesting each other to shagging each other and falling in love.  Between all of those things, though, are all the things that make this a novel that you don't want to put down. There's Sailor and the story behind why she really sheltered herself despite her family trying to get her to live a full life. And then there's Hunter and his desire to fulfill the exceptionally low expectations his family seems to have of him. Between the two of them they have a lot to learn and it's through each other that who they really are comes to light and really shines.

I think readers who've read all of Shen's work will really enjoy this novel, especially the peek at the lives of the secondary characters in ways we haven't necessarily seen them before. And I think readers new to her works will also enjoy this funny, sexy, heartfelt read.


Boston's debauched elite is going up in flames, and it's the Fitzpatrick family that set it on fire.

I didn’t mean to star in a sex tape, okay?
It was just one of those unexplainable things.
Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds.
It just happened.
Now, my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Boston’s nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan.
The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my family’s oil company.
Little does she know, that’s not the only pipe I’ll be laying…

I didn’t want this gig, okay?
But the deal was too sweet to walk away from.
I needed the public endorsement; Hunter needed a nanny.
Besides, what’s six months in the grand scheme of things?
It’s not like I’m in danger of falling in love with the appallingly gorgeous, charismatic gazillionaire who happens to be one of Boston’s most eligible bachelors.
No. I will remain immune to Hunter Fitzpatrick’s charm.
Even at the cost of losing everything I have.
Even at the cost of burning down his kingdom.

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