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Built by Jay Crownover
Series: Saints of Denver #1
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: January 5, 2016
Publisher: William Morrow
Format: ARC, 400 pages
How I got it: From the publisher
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Sayer Cole and Zeb Fuller couldn’t be more different. She’s country club and fine-dining, he’s cell-block and sawdust. Sayer spends her days in litigation, while Zeb spends his working with his hands. She’s French silk, he’s all denim and flannel.
Zeb’s wanted the stunning blonde since the moment he laid eyes on her. It doesn't matter how many smooth moves he makes, the reserved lawyer seems determinedly oblivious to his interest—either that or she doesn't return it. Sayer is certain the rough, hard, hot-as-hell Zeb could never want someone as closed off and restrained as she is, which is a shame because something tells her he might be the guy to finally melt her icy exterior.
But just as things start to heat up, Zeb is blindsided by a life altering moment from his past. He needs Sayer’s professional help to right a wrong and to save more than himself. He can’t risk what’s at stake just because his attraction to Sayer feels all consuming. But as these opposites dig in for the fight of their lives, battling together to save a family, the steam created when fire and ice collide can no longer be ignored.
It’s no secret that I love Jay Crownover’s books. (And the awesome lady herself.) I was heartbroken when the Marked Men series ended – as amazing of an ending as it was – because it meant I had to say goodbye to characters I had loved for years. But, at the same time, I knew it wouldn’t be long before she released her Saints of Denver and I couldn’t wait to fall in love with a whole new cast of characters who had been lurking in the background for awhile now. I loved the prequel novella, Leveled, and Built was just flat out amazing.
Jay writes amazing female characters and Sayer was no exception. Sure, she was closed off. (With good reason.) She was guarding her heart closely and I can’t blame her for that. Not every woman can jump into a relationship with both feet. Sayer was so real to me because she didn’t. I don’t want to get too spoilery, but one of my favorite things about her is that she was willing to put herself first, no matter the consequence. (Which I realize makes her sound pretty selfish, but it’s not that at all. I just don’t want to get into details because it will spoil the book for you. You’ll know what I mean once you read it.)
I suspected I would love Zeb and I was 1000% correct. I love a “man’s man” and he was all that and more. I mean, it’s fun to look at guys in suits, but give me a man who works with his hands ANY day of the week. Zeb wasn’t afraid to get dirty – in and out of the bedroom. *eyebrow waggle* His life was turned upside down in the beginning of this book, but it was in a really good way. (Again, being vague because of spoilers.) Everything that followed after gave me ALL THE FEELS, a lot of smiles and even a few tears. (Naturally.)
I loved Sayer and Zeb. I appreciate flawed characters and both of them definitely fit the bill. One of my favorite parts about reading is seeing characters let go of the pain from their past to find a better future. That’s exactly what Sayer and Zeb did in Built. While the put together, polished attorney and the bearded, manly blue collar construction worker might seem like an odd pairing, it worked. It actually MORE THAN worked, it was amazing. I can’t even begin to imagine them with someone else. They were that right together. Not only was the sexual chemistry between them absolutely blistering, but the feelings were real and their connection was fantastic. There was something special about these two.
If Built is any indication, I’m going to love the Saints of Denver just as much as the Marked Men. I’m already anticipating the release of Charged and it won’t be here until May. *weeps* The good news is that gives me more time to reread Sayer and Zeb before it’s released, because I already want to. Loved this book. Loved them. So freaking good.
I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
I met her at a bar.
She had a beer bottle in her hand even though she looked like she should be sipping champagne out of an expensive flute, and that inexplicably turned me on. She was pretty and looked completely out of place in the no-name bar sitting across from one of my longtime friends who also happened to be her long-lost brother. He was the reason she was here. In that split second that I laid my eyes on her I wanted to be the reason she stayed.
I knew it was rude and that the two of them needed some time together, some time to figure out what they were to each other now that she had blasted into his life unannounced. If I was a better friend I would have left them alone. As it was, I made my way over to the tiny table and sat down. I was covered in sawdust and had drywall mud caked in the hair on my head and on my face, but she didn’t flinch or bat an eyelash when I purposely broke up their party of two and placed myself as close to her as I could without actually touching her.
My buddy Rowdy St. James lifted his eyebrows at me as I stared at her while he introduced us. Sayer Cole. Even her name was elegant and sophisticated sounding. She was an enigma, this pretty woman that seemed like she should be in any place but this bar with the two of us. She’d showed up out of the blue a couple of months ago claiming to be Rowdy’s half-sister, claiming that they shared a father, claiming that all she wanted was to be in his life and have some kind of family of her own. She looked too delicate to be that brave. Came across as way too proper to have said “fuck it all” and picked up her life to move it someplace unknown without being sure of her welcome. She looked like silk, but if my guess was right about her, it was silk wrapped around steel.