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Between the Sheets is Molly O’Keefe’s final book in the Boys of Bishop trilogy, featuring a sizzling romance between a sexy motorcycle bad boy and the girl next door who can’t resist him.
After years of running, Wyatt Svenson has now parked himself in Bishop, Arkansas, trying to do the right thing and parent a son he didn’t even know he had until recently. Over six feet tall and packed with muscles and power, Ty likes to get his hands dirty, fixing his motorcycle at night and keeping his mind away from the mistakes he’s made. Then his pretty neighbor shows up on his driveway, doesn’t bother to introduce herself, and complains about the noise. First impression? She should loosen up. Funny that she turns out to be his son’s elementary school art teacher—and the only one willing to help his troubled boy. Ty needs her. In more ways than one.
Though Shelby Monroe is safe in her structured life, she is drawn to Ty’s bad-boy edge and rugged sexuality. What if she just lets it all go: her worries about her mother, her fear of heartbreak, and her tight self control? What if she grabs Ty and takes a ride on the wild side? “What if” becomes reality—intense, exhilarating . . . and addictive. But Ty wants more than a secret affair. He wants it all with Shelby. But will she take a chance and open her heart? Ty is determined to convince Shelby to take the biggest risk of her life: on him
Between the Sheets is a very profound story, where the romance took the back-seat and finding themselves became the characters’ main purpose.
When I started reading Between the Sheets, I thought I had it all figured out! Hot erotic images were in my mind, but they were quickly transformed into an incredible story, with a plot that encompassed much more than romance, and characters that were complex, and that evolved in leaps and bounds throughout the book. It was such a nice surprise to have both community, family connections, difficult relationships and hardship all mixed together to create a beautiful story with characters I could truly root for.
Shelby was still dealing with the aftermath of her late father’s religious zeal and manipulations, and her way of dealing with things was to hide behind her well-rehearsed mask of the ice-queen. Ty usually moved from town to town across the US every time life became a little too complicated, up until the time when Casey walked into his garage and told him he thought he was Ty’s son. Stepping up to his new role, but having no idea how to make Casey feel loved, safe and cherished, Ty moved to a new town and enrolled Casey in the local school.
While Shelby and Ty were certainly the main characters in Between the Sheets, both Casey and Shelby’s mom had important roles that moved the story forward as well. And because Shelby and Ty both needed to work on themselves in order to help the people closest to them, it seemed a little unlikely that they would have the time to become friends or lovers, but again, O’Keefe managed to surprise me in such a good way.
Written in third person point of view, past tense, I got to know Ty and Shelby really well, and to see how they thought, their insecurities, and how much they both really wanted to succeed in their lives made me want to cheer them on during the story. Their chemistry was amazing, but they both held back something of themselves. And the way they both cared so much about Casey was heart-warming to say the least.
If you are looking for a story that has it all – character development, complex characters, a believable plot and some amazing smexy scenes, Between the Sheets is the book for you.
“We need to talk about school.” Casey gave it his entire repertoire. Eye-rolling and sighing, then a giant slouch against the counter, as if every single vertebra had just given up, all at the same time.
That electrical current that traveled through his body, making him crazy, making him want to leap out of his skin half the time, it lit him up from the inside.
Shelby showed her out before going back into the kitchen with Mom, who was pouring over her old Kodachrome photos. Behind Mom the windows were black with night. Her silver hair was matte in the stark light from the overhead lamp, her face was washed out, her purple sweatshirt the saturated color of a bruise. She looks like a picture. A moment in the past already gone.