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[close] Stone Rules is the second Samantha Christy read for me and honestly now I've finished this I just want to gobble up all the rest in the series and more. I will definitely be reading more of Samantha Christy's work.

I loved Stone Rules. This book was full of twist and turns and so damn hot!.

Stone Rules was like a book of two halves, the push and pull, Ethan trying to remain professional as he investigates something for Charlie, she's persistent but keeps getting knock backs but later in the plot it's like Ethan has a Hallelujah moment and the transformation in Ethan when he finally gives in to the feelings he has for Charlie is so swoon worthy.

Both have a heartbreaking or hurtful past, both have healing they still need to go through and you could say Charlie and Ethan help each other face that healing together, its a book about timing, finding the right person at the right time, forgetting the past and entering a new relationship that leads to forever love.

A great book filled with everything I love in a contemporary romance, angst, hotness, a good plot, characters that grow on you and have you rooting for them and a hea for two people who deserved to find it.

I listened to this in audio and it was brilliantly narrated.

EXCERPT
“I’m not sure I like the fact that millions of other men have seen you naked.”
It’s hard not to find his jealousy endearing. “I wasn’t naked. I wore a G-string. Plus, it’s a European publication. I hardly think millions of men have seen it. It’s not like I posed for Playboy or anything.”
“My goddamn brother saw it,” he pouts.
“So what?” I ask. “I’m not your girlfriend, Ethan. You have no right to an opinion on those kinds of matters.”
His hard stare burns down on me. “I still don’t like it, Charlie.”
“Then don’t ever look at it,” I say.
“Right.” He laughs. “Kind of like telling a kid not to eat the cookie in the cookie jar. If he didn’t know the cookie was in the jar, he wouldn’t ever want it. And now that you’ve told him it’s there, but that he can’t eat it, it’s all he can think about.”
“So in this scenario, you’re the kid and I’m the cookie?” I ask, amused.
He smirks at me.
“Nobody is saying you can’t eat the cookie, Ethan. Eat the fucking cookie. I’m handing it to you on a platter.”
“Are we still talking about the photo spread?” he asks.