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Review by Anniek
Dean and Coriander have been friends since they were kids. A passionate kiss was all it took to make them willing to leave the friend zone. Now that they have chosen each other there's no stopping them. In a few days they will be married. Dean and Coriander can't wait to be husband and wife. Planning a wedding is already stressful enough, so what will happen if fate has another surprise for the happy couple?
Dean and Coriander are blissfully happy together. I got to know them both in The Boy Friend and I couldn't wait to read about the next chapter in their lives. I love the fact that Dean and Coriander have found true love together after being best friends for so long. They are really comfortable with each other because of it and I liked reading about that very much.
Explicitly Yours is a lighthearted and cheerful love story about two people who are perfect for each other. Mika Jolie always finds a way to include the amazing characters from the other stories of her Martha’s Way series. I had fun reading more about them and I like being brought up to date on their lives. I love that Mika Jolie's stories feel so real. I just got married myself and because Explicitly Yours is about a wedding it was a story that I enjoyed a lot. It took me back to my own beautiful day full of love. Explicitly Yours is the perfect happily ever after story.
If you love to read stories about weddings and unexpected surprises Explicitly Yours would be a perfect choice. This is the second book in a series and to fully understand Dean and Coriander's story I'd recommend reading The Boy Friend first.
About Mika Jolie
Mika Jolie is the bestselling author of the Martha’s Way series. She lives in New Jersey with her Happy Chaos—her husband and their energizer bunnies. A sports fanatic and a wine aficionado, she’s determined to balance it all and still write about life experiences and matters of the heart. Let’s face it, people are complicated and love can be messy. When she’s not weaving life and romance into evocative tales, you can find her on a hiking adventure, apple picking, or whatever her three men can conjure up.
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I back up a couple of steps toward where my jacket lays on the bed and retrieve an envelope from the inside pocket. “This is for you” I hand it over to her. “Read it before the wedding.”
She studies the cream sealed cover. “You wrote me a letter.”
Her words are more a statement than a question, but I nod anyway. I’m a big fan of taking the time to put pen to paper to express my feelings, especially when it comes to Coriander.
Writing a letter is time-consuming, requires vulnerability, and, in truth, well, seems a little old-fashioned. But for us, it’s like . . . putting our hearts on paper. We’ve been writing each other notes since we were kids. Even now, in a wired world—where emails, tweets, and text messages are more accessible than handwritten notes—there is something magical about reading a note written by Cori in longhand.
“Read it tonight when you’re alone,” I instruct. Yeah, you heard that right. For some stupid reason, we gave in to my sister’s wish to book separate rooms. Well, Cori agreed. I’m still trying to think of ways to sabotage that plan. “You’re sleeping on this beautiful bed all by yourself tonight.”
“Yeah,” she wrinkles her nose. “I don’t like that either.”
“I say fuck tradition.”
“Hmm, I like that word,” she says as she places the envelope on the nightstand.
“Not that one.” A giant mischievous grin spreads across her face. I stand rooted as she closes the space between us. Eyes lock with mine and her hands rise to my collar. Slowly, she unbuttons my shirt as if each button needs special attention. Then she lowers her head and kisses the ink on my chest. “You get one more guess.”
The warmth of her breath against my skin inspires goose bumps. Groaning, I remind myself that no matter how much I’d love to bend her over, we have plans. “We’re meeting everyone at Vapor in twenty minutes.”
Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon hold mine for a few seconds before she drops to her knees in front of me. Soon her mouth is hovering over my favorite body part when she asks softly, “Ever heard of a quickie?”