Blog Tour ~ The Bet by Max Monroe

When it comes to life’s fun and games, always know:

The rules.
What’s at stake.
When to quit.

The Bet, an all new hilarious opposites attract standalone rom com from
New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is available now!

Wise words from…well…my fortune cookie. But wise words, nonetheless.
I just wish the Fortune Cookie People had considered how hard the whole “knowing
when to quit” would be to carry out when a woman like me is gambling with her feelings.
Heart-palpitating, vageen-tingling, butterflies-in-my-belly feelings for a noncommittal,

hot-as-sin player by the name of Jude Winslow.

After a crazy night where we were both pretending to be someone else, I’ve found

myself immersed in the fun of the fling.

The thrill.
The irresistible charm.

The pleasure of being with a man like him.

Problem is, I’m positive he’s the exact opposite of husband material, and that is a
serious issue for someone who is fixated on finding her happily ever after.
I know the rules and I know the stakes, oh wise Fortune Cookie.

Now I’d just like to know how close to self-destruction I have to get before I find the will

to quit Jude Winslow.

Goodness knows, when your heart is on the line, you can’t ante up your bet with an

IOU.

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When we first met Winnie Winslow all those years ago, there was her brothers and you have to wonder how Wes charmed the heck out of them given their aversion to commitment. Well we finally the answers, well some of time and it’s home coming of sort as we get the adorable Lexi and a dose of West to boot.
The Bet allows to get into the head of Jude the youngest of the bunch Jude, the party animal. He is built a career of making clubs prosper as a club promoter. He lives in the moment, never committing to a relationship, just hooking up and never staying the night. It’s his way of living and nothing is going to change. He seen the damage and doesn’t want to get hurt.
Until Sophie enters the picture and turns his life upside down before he even realises what is happening.
Sophie is a woman on a mission. She the last single woman in her family and she wants a HEA like her sisters. She isn’t for the moment, she wants forever. However she isn’t quite ready to go the mile to get a man that she deems husband material.
Jude is anything but that and a bet isn’t the best way to start a relationship especially given the scenario of how they met. They are set up to fail as they seem to be opposites on paper and want different things in life. However Max Monroe has proven time and time again , love can win if you put in the hard work.
This romantic comedy plays to the best of the leads’ characteristics which goes a long way in helping convince the reader they are meant to be. Jude the loveable and live in the moment guy and Sophie who is pushing her boundaries in the name of love and finds herself in a crisis like many other people of her age . It’s not over the top comedy but straight up live in the moment romance. With a clueless Jude and loved up Sophie who is willing to do anything as she knows what she has is special.
It’s been a while since I have picked up book from this author duo. It’s the right time given the connection to one of my favourite characters from them. The authors do well to redeem Jude given the family aversion and the fact is the brothers all have different ways of coping with it. Jude resting on the laurels o the past that isn’t his, is a bit of a barrier but love has a funning way of dealing with things.
The ending was perfect for these two and hopefully we will get glimpses of them in the rest of the series as their family seems to get shaken to the core in the name of love.

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Excerpt

Tell me…is it ever possible to recover from the shame of having orgasmed in
public—discreetly, I think—all because of the stupid exotic dancer I hired for my sister?

Because, if not, I won’t bother sharing this with my therapist when we have our next
session.

“Oh my God!” Belle yells from the stall, her feet teetering on my heels as she tries to
squat and hover over the toilet. I swear, if she pees on my one and only pair of Jimmy
Choos, I will hex her so hard. “Did you freaking see that guy? He bent you over
backward and planted a baby in your womb through your dress, I swear to Jesus.”

“Uh, yeah. I saw,” I comment on the absurdly obvious. But truthfully, I didn’t just see
anything. I felt his heat and his heart thrumming in his chest and smelled the undeniably
intoxicating subtlety of his cologne. I felt the stretch in my muscles as he manipulated

my body left and right and sideways and upside down, all while somehow managing to
make the ridiculousness of a male stripper seem sexy.

The only time I could truly say I saw, I suppose, was during the out-of-body experience I
had while he straddled my body in the sixty-nine position and straight up sent me into
purgatory. There I was, just hovering by the ceiling of the room like Mary fucking
Poppins and the kids when they go to have tea with the loopy guy, wondering if that was
really my face under his superior crotch or if it was all just a mirage.

And then I had to go and fucking orgasm, like a teenage boy in the middle of a wet
dream.

I shake my head to clear it again, thanking my lucky stars that, in this situation, I was at
least afforded the luxury of being a woman. No boner. No jizz-filled underwear. Just a
hard twist of arousal and a pair of damp panties.

“I swear he tossed you around like a rag doll!”

“Yes, Sophie,” I say, emphasizing my name instead of hers just in case any other
drunken members of our group found their way in here and into another stall while I was
busy with my emotional breakdown. “I’m well aware of everything Jude, the Magic
Dancer was, thank you very much.”

She flushes the toilet and swings the stall door back toward herself, stumbling out into
the open area and laughing hysterically at my revamp of Puff, the Magic Dragon, one of
our favorite songs as kids before cynics ruined it.

I’m glad she’s having a good time, but holy hell. I’m still shaking. And once I’m certain
none of the gals from our group are in the bathroom with us, I give her the cold, hard
reality.

“You owe me so freaking much, it’s ridiculous.” Pretending to be the bride at my sister’s
bachelorette party when I’m not even dating anyone would surely be something Dr.
Winters would see as a “setback.”

“I know I owe you, I really do, but I would have died, okay? You know I would have died.
And that would really complicate your use of my Costco membership, wouldn’t it?”

I snort. “Fine. But can we switch back now? Don’t you want to enjoy the rest of the
evening as the bride-to-be?”

Belle shakes her head almost violently and stands at the sink to wash her hands. She
waves them obnoxiously in front of the automatic sensor several times but still never

manages to turn the faucet on. I lean forward and wave my hand in front of hers,
bringing it to life.

For some reason, she always struggles with that.

“No way. I’ve had a great time the whole night tonight, but I didn’t realize how much
better it is when no one is paying attention to me! Maid of honor is where it’s at, and I
can’t go back now that I know how good it is here.”

“Are you serious?” I snap.

“Please,” she begs, pretending to pout. “I know it’s not ideal for you, but pretty, pretty
please with a cherry on top, do this for me? I’ll bake you however many cookies and
cupcakes and cakes you want for the next six months.”

My sister is the baked goods goddess, and she knows I can’t resist that kind of offer.

“Fine,” I grind out. “But if I were you, I’d invest in stock for flour and butter and sugar and
shit because I’m going to run your ass like a factory worker.”

“Whatever you want. John’s really good with investments, so I’ll make him figure it out.”

I laugh at her drunken seriousness—it’s too hard not to—and finally pull her into a hug
so I can whisper directly into her ear. “I love you, Bells. But I also fucking hate you.”

She nods. “It’s the Sage sister way.”

“Well, two out of three,” I correct, knowing that Katelynn is the least drama-associated
sister of the three of us. At five years our senior, she was always more of a “Disciplinary
Board” than a defendant when it came to Sage sister arguments.

“That’s true,” Belle agrees. “I’m seriously surprised at how drunk Kate’s gotten tonight.
It’s a real mom’s-night-out kind of vibe.”

I roll my eyes. “Like you should talk. You’re drunker than she is.”

“Yeah, but it’s my bachelorette,” she asserts.

Immediately, I shake my head with a fake smile. “Uh-uh. Not anymore, it’s not. Thanks
to you, the glory of tonight seems to be mine.”

About Max Monroe

A duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today
Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.

Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten
contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and
Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their
Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found

their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far. ​

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