Rock Bottom, a standalone romance in the Dawson Family Series featuring Dean Dawson by New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Emily Goodwin, is LIVE!
I was so happy to see we were getting more of the Dawson family, especially a chance at redemption for Dean. He was kind of a butt in the previous books, unhappy marriage aside.
Reeling from his divorce, Dean has no interest in love. Been there, done that, got a divorce. He’s only interested in hooking up- feelings need not apply. Rory was all that I hoped for: strong, weird, nice. After losing her job, her boyfriend, and her apartment in one day, she had officially hit rock bottom. A chance at a better job in a new town was exactly the fresh start she needed. Dean and Rory meet in what is supposed to be a one night stand, but their paths seem determined to cross. The sparks between them are immense, and they really enjoy spending time together. Can Dean overcome his past and learn to love again?
I really enjoyed the book, especially seeing the Dawson gang again. Quinn is a favorite of mine, and I love all those Dawson boys. I was glad to see Dean get his HEA and sad the series has come to an end (again). I do think this story is definitely for fans of the series, I wouldn’t start with this one.
Blurb: Rory’s life is a mess. After getting dumped by her boyfriend, let go from her job, and losing her apartment, she takes a chance on a new job in a new town. Things can’t get any worse, right?
When the foundation of Dean Dawson’s life crumbles to pieces at his feet, he swears off relationships of any kind and goes back to a life of bachelorhood, loving and leaving different women every night.
After dodging what could possibly be the world’s worst blind date, Rory finds herself face to face with Dean—a temptation she knows she should avoid. It’s just one night, and there’s no harm in having a little fun.
They say when you hit rock bottom the only way to go is up, but nothing is ever that simple.
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“Must be nice to have family members who own a bar and a bakery.” I inch a little closer. “My brother owns his own vet clinic. I get a family discount on wormer.”
Dean laughs, and it rumbles right through me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a laugh I can describe as sexy before, but everything about this man is turning me on.
“It is nice getting free food and drinks.”
“I bet. Though I’d probably weigh five hundred pounds after a month of all that free food.”
Dean grabs a menu and hands it to me. “The house pretzel with cheese is better than the fries.”
“That does sound good. It’s not too late to order food?”
He shakes his head. “The kitchen is open until ten.”
“Good. I feel bad when it’s way too close to closing time.”
“That’s very considerate of you.”
“I worked in retail in college.” I give the menu one more glance and decide on the soft pretzel and cheese. “It was irritating when people came in right before closing.”
“I try not to go anywhere if it’s within fifteen minutes of closing, unless it’s my sister-in-law’s bakery. Then I’ll go in a minute before and order whatever takes the longest to make.”
I laugh and meet his eyes, feeling another rush of heat go through me.
“I’m kidding,” he says. “And she’d probably tell me to get the fuck out anyway.”
“Oh, I would too.”
“So…where did you go to college?”
Shit. I have no idea of the names of any Canadian colleges. “The, uh, Central University of…of…” Canada is divided into territories, right? “…of the Northern Territory.”
“Never heard of it,” he says right as I realize my so-called college would be abbreviated to CUNT.
Oh my fucking gosh. If I were to drop dead right now, the universe would probably be doing me a favor.
“It’s a small school. Private too. And girls only.” Just pick up the shovel, Rory, you’re doing a good job digging yourself a hole to crawl in. “Do you come here often?” I blurt, needing to change the subject.
“If I say yes it makes me sound pathetic, but since my brothers own the place, we all come here to hang out.”
I smile. “It’s nice you like being with your brothers.”
“They can be assholes, but for the most part, they’re good guys,” he laughs. “And the free food and drinks don’t hurt.”
I feel my phone vibrating with a text. “Excuse me,” I say as I dig it out of my little purse. It’s Lennon, reminding me not to leave my drink on the bar when I turn away.
“That wouldn’t be your boyfriend, would it?” Dean asks, doing a good job of looking not too interested as he makes sure I’m single.
“No, it’s my cousin.” I quickly reply that I’m always careful and put my phone back done. “And I’m guessing you don’t have one either?”
“A boyfriend?” Dean gives me a smartass smirk. “Not at the moment.” He finishes his drink and moves his stool a little closer when a new song comes on, base loudly thumping around us.
Emily Goodwin is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of over a dozen of romantic titles. Emily writes the kind of books she likes to read, and is a sucker for a swoon-worthy bad boy and happily ever afters.
She lives in the midwest with her husband and two daughters. When she’s not writing, you can find her riding her horses, hiking, reading, or drinking wine with friends.
Emily is represented by Julie Gwinn of the Seymour Agency.
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