Forty Day Fiance by Erin McCarthy-Review & Excerpt Tour
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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date June 1, 2020
Admittedly, my first plan was a little crazy.
I had forty days to execute it. Find a fake fiancé, move in with him, and convince the powers-that-be that we’re madly in love.
Surely this British girl can sweet-talk a few American officials.
Step One: the sexy, wealthy doctor I’ve been chatting up agrees to my plan–with a demand of his own. A baby. An actual ring. A for-real marriage and family. Turns out, there’s someone more bonkers than me.
So Step Two: I now have forty days to convince my fake fiancé that we can’t be real.
Because there’s no such thing as love at first sight–right?
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REVIEW:FORTY DAY FIANCE is the third instalment in Erin McCarthy’s contemporary, adult, rom-com series focusing on a group of friends in New York. This is former British fashion model and vintage clothing reseller Felicia Hobbs, and physician/widower Dr. Michael Kincaid. FORTY DAY FIANCE can be read as a stand alone without any difficulty. Any important information from the previous instalments is revealed where necessary.
Told from dual first person perspectives (Felicia and Michael) FORTY DAY FIANCE follows the fake fiance relationship between former British fashion model and vintage clothing reseller Felicia Hobbs, and physician/widower Dr. Michael Kincaid. Felicia Hobbs’ latest assignment brings her face to face with Dr. Michael Kincaid, a man whose wife died ten years earlier but a man who is just now clearing out his late wife’s closets. The attraction between Felicia and Michael is immediate as our couple are quick to find themselves falling in bed but Felicia’s happiness soon plummets when she is notified that her visa has expired and she is to be deported back to the UK. With only forty days to make her case, Michael makes Felicia an offer she cannot refuse. What ensues is the building relationship and romance between Michael and Felicia, as our couple take their fake engagement public in an effort to learn more about one another and themselves.
Dr. Michael Kincaid wants it all: a wife, a family, and love, and falling for Felicia was easier than he could ever have imagined but all does not go according to plan when Felicia walks away within days of the deportation deadline. Felicia Hobbs does not want to return to the UK but the likelihood of getting her visa renewed is slim to none as our heroine has applied several times to extend her time in America.
The relationship between Felicia and Michael is one of immediate attraction; a palpable sexual chemistry upon which they immediately react but Felicia never expected a proposal from the man with whom she will fall in love. Felicia struggles with issues of trust and in this her attitude was often immature including her decision to run when the going got tough. Misunderstanding and miscommunication including some well intentioned but interfering comments from family and friends pushes at our couple’s future plans. The $ex scenes are intimate and passionate without the use of over the top, sexually graphic language and sex but saying that I struggled with the heroine’s need to call Michael ‘daddy’ during $ex-one of my romance trope pet peeves.
Felicia’s friends and previous story line couples return as secondary and supporting characters: Grant and Leah (Weekend Wife) and Maddox and Savannah (Five First Dates), and their friend Isla. We are introduced to Michael’s brother Sean, and his mother Gloria.
FORTY DAY FIANCE is a cute story with a flirty and fun couple; a fake fiance / older man, younger woman trope wherein our couple has forty days to find happiness and love with one another. The premise is entertaining; the romance is seductive; the characters are energetic and dynamic
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Reviewed by Sandy
“But you really do love Russian authors, British rock, and Australian beaches?”
She nodded. “Yes. And I do hate pickles, self-checkout, and tequila.”
I tried to mentally scroll through all of our conversations and ascribe them to the woman standing in front of me. It wasn’t hard to see that it made more sense than the woman I’d gone to dinner with. The real Savannah. Who had been sweet but not as sharp-witted.
“You, Michael, love true crime novels, British rock as well, and Belize. You hate chewing gum, buffering on the internet, and people who are cruel to animals.” She set her wine down on the quartz countertop. “It was me, I swear, and everything I wrote was the truth.”
I studied her. She looked sincere. I’d really enjoyed talking to her and she clearly remembered our exchanges even though it had been a month back. They’d meant something to her, like they had to me.
“Then I guess you owe me a dinner date with the woman I was actually talking to,” I said. “Because she and I were having a great conversation.”
She tilted her head and gave me a small, but very sexy smile. “Oh, really? I owe you that?”
I nodded. “I think you do.” I came around the island so I could be closer to her. I glanced at her lips. “You told me you have a policy of always kissing on the first date, remember? Just to test chemistry. I’ll be expecting that as well.”
“I see. You drive a hard bargain, sir,” she said. “But I’m prepared to make restitution.”
“Excellent.” She really was gorgeous. She was wearing a red sweater that contrasted with her dark hair and showed off a slim build. I could definitely imagine kissing her and more. “How does Thursday sound?”
Felicia raised her eyebrows. “You don’t waste time.”
“No, I don’t. And I don’t have time for games.” I’d already wasted a decade of my life focusing on my career only.
“Ouch. Duly noted. No more deception, I swear.”
I wanted a relationship again. I wanted to be married, to wake up next to a woman who wanted to share her life with me. Over the years of being single I’d had a few hookups and a couple of women who had wanted a friends-with-benefits scenario and that had been perfect for me at the time. But now I wanted to know a woman inside and out, to love every inch of her, to have the luxury of being able to touch her.
Ironic, really. I wanted everything all at once as usual. It was how I’d been successful in my career. Go for it. Grab what I wanted by the balls.
I reached behind me for my wine. I took a sip and studied her.
Felicia slowly slid her tongue across her bottom lip under the scrutiny. Her eyes darkened. She leaned almost imperceptibly toward me.
She wanted me to kiss her. Not Thursday, but now.
So I did what I always did. I went for it.
I set my glass down and reached out and took her glass from her and set it next to mine. I slid my hand into her dark, straight hair. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Felicia. I’ve enjoyed talking to you, you little catfisher.”
“I’ve enjoyed it as well.”
Her voice was a low murmur, breathy, aroused.
I bent down and covered her lips with mine.
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