Series: PresLocke #3
Published by Self-Published on March 21st 2017
Genres: LGBT, Romance
Because you have believed in them,
Celebrated with them,
Loved and encouraged them,
Ella Frank and Brooke Blaine
Invite you to join
Ace Samuel Locke
Saturday, the twenty-fourth of May
at six o’clock in the evening
The Floridian Hotel
4406 Palm Way
For love, laughter, and a happily ever after.
Series Reading Order: Aced, Locked, Wedlocked
Oh, Ace and Dylan. How I love these guys. The romance between the action movie superstar and the supermodel has been a long and sometimes bumpy journey. I have been patiently waiting for them to have their Happy Ever After, and Brooke Blaine and Ella Frank finally give it to them.
Wedlocked is about Ace and Dylan preparing for their lavish wedding. Aside from the wedding planning, there isn’t a great deal that actually happens in the story. Every good tale needs some conflict. There is the tiniest bit offered here, and fortunately it isn’t of the forced variety. However, things are resolved quickly and easily. I wish more had been made of the issues. I think it would have added greater variety to the story. Still, it’s wonderful to see Dylan and Ace—two former closeted celebrities—being proudly out and in love.
The best part of the story is the reunion of all the fabulous characters from Brooke Blaine’s L.A. Liaisons series and Ella Frank’s Trust series and Sunset Cove series. Gathering them together for bachelor party shenanigans and high jinks is a major highlight. The epilogue is also perfection.
Don’t expect a complicated storyline with this book. If you’re a fan of Ace and Dylan and you just want to hop aboard their sexy love train, though, you will be highly entertained. Wedlocked is a sweet ending to an enjoyable series.
Recommended for fans of:
Crazy wedding planners
**ARC received in exchange for an honest review.**
Excerpt from Wedlocked
As he pushed himself up into a standing position, my gaze traveled down the broad expanse of his back and down to his ass.
“See how my dominant leg is in the back, and— Ace? Are you paying attention?”
“Mhmm,” I murmured as I bit down on my lower lip and continued my perusal.
Dylan turned to face me, and his hands went to his hips. “Oh yeah?” he said when I looked up. “What did I just say?”
Taking a step forward, I gave him a cocky grin and tugged him off the surfboard and onto the sand until he was flush against me. Then I let my hands roam down over the firm, round muscles of his ass. “Something about being a dominant in the back,” I said, nipping at his lobe. “So why don’t you turn around?”
A groan of frustration left Dylan then, but his head tilted to the side to let my lips trail down his neck. “You’re not gonna feel so cocky when you can’t get up on that board.”
“Oh, I can always get it up, don’t you worry.”
His hands covered my chest and he gently pushed me away. “How about you prove it, hotshot?” Then he pointed to the longboard I’d rented for the weekend. “Why don’t you show me how it’s done.”
“It’s more fun watching you.”
“Ace. Get your ass on that board.”
I squinted in the sun and grinned. “You gonna be this bossy all weekend?”
“If you’re lucky.”
I took a step back so I was by my board, and crossed my arms. I had my wetsuit on, but it was still undone and hanging around my hips while Dylan walked me through this process step by step, and my move had the desired effect. He rubbed a hand up the back of his neck and over his hair, leaving it tousled and oh so sexy.
“What?” I asked. “I’m back on my side of the board.”
“Don’t try and act innocent with me, Locke. I’m trying to teach you a new skill. One that will keep you from hurting yourself. And you’re standing there being all…” He waved his hand up and down, gesturing to my exposed upper body.
“See. Stop it,” he said, and then pointed to the board. “And zip up that damn wetsuit so I can’t see all your muscles.”
I arched a brow as I moved to slip my arms through the stretchy synthetic material, and when I reached for the zipper and pulled it up to the base of my skull, Dylan groaned.
“Okay, that’s almost worse than no wetsuit.”
“I’m sorry. You’re not checking me out, are you? Because you’re supposed to be paying close attention to teaching me something that could save my life,” I said as I turned around and made a show of bending down to get on the board.
“You having fun right now?” Dylan asked.
“Maybe a little.”
“Yeah, well, let’s hope that holds true when the wave dumps you on your ass.”
I let out a sigh and gripped the board just as he’d told me, because the truth of the matter was, I had never surfed a day in my life. I grew up in Chicago, for God’s sake. But Dylan, with his sun-kissed hair, long, lean body, and eyes the color of the sea, looked right at home with the sun shining down on him as his feet sank into the sand by my head.
“Let’s try this a couple more times here on land, and then we’ll get you out in the water. We won’t have you trying to stand up just yet. But if you can get the hang of at least catching the wave into the shore, we might be able to progress.” He crouched down and said, “Remember, toes on the tail of the board and grip the rails, and then push up.”
As I did as he instructed, I paused in the push-up position and was rewarded when he leaned in and took my lips in a sweet kiss.
“Again,” he whispered, and I moved back down to repeat the move, and this time when I paused, I was rewarded with a deeper kiss. When he pulled away too soon, I grumbled and he laughed, straightening. “Any more of that and we won’t make it into the water. On your feet, Locke, it’s time to hit the waves.”