Brooklynaire (Brooklyn Bruisers #4) by Sarina Bowen – Release Day Blitz – Exclusive Excerpt – Laurie’s Review






A sexy new standalone from USA Today bestseller Sarina Bowen.

You’d think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You’d be wrong.

For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don’t know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard.

When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It’s what friends do. But what friends don’t do is rip off each others’ clothes for a single, wild night together.

Now she’s avoiding me. She says we’re too different, and it can never happen again. So why can’t we keep our hands off each other?







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I grab a towel off a waiting stack of them and toss it onto the edge. “You can sit and put your feet in.”

She’s wearing a short little knit dress that’s been making me crazy all evening, so it would be easy enough for her to strip off those stockings, sit on the towel, and drop both feet in.

And that’s what she does. She eases one stocking down over a smooth knee and tugs it off.

I don’t want to stand there staring like a middle-school boy. Okay, I do want to. But I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. So I go over to the sound system instead, and I set my phone on the speaker and cue up a really old playlist. One she’ll recognize.

When I turn around again, she’s seated on the towel, both legs hanging down into the churning water. “Ah. Wow.” She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Nice place you got here.”

“Isn’t it?” I toe off my shoes and kick them to the side.

The first song comes on, and it’s a Macklemore tune that we used to play far too often in our first office. Rebecca laughs immediately. “You didn’t! I haven’t heard this playlist in forever. But I’ll bet I still know every transition. Lady Gaga is next.”

“She sure is.”

Rebecca kicks her feet, making a splash. “I have a little confession to make.”

“What’s that?” I loosen my tie and slide the knot out.

“Well…” She grins up at me. “I used to have a crush on you. Back in the early days.”

My hands freeze on the tie silk. “Get out of town. You did not.”

“No, I really did.” Her cheeks are pink. “That first year especially. But you were taken, and you were my boss. Those two things made it pretty easy to tamp down, when you’re a practical girl like me.”

I walk over and drop down beside her, my back to the water, though, because I’m still wearing trousers and socks. “So how does that work, exactly?”

“What?” She gives me a sidelong glance, but then looks away again and won’t meet my eyes.

“How do you stop wanting someone? I’m a practical person, but I don’t see how that makes it any easier. Nothing seems to mute the raging attraction I have for you.”

Her chin turns quickly toward me, and I seize the opportunity to kiss her. And it only takes one kiss—one slide of my lips over hers, and I’m on fire again.

We’re facing opposite directions, so it’s awkward as hell. But I don’t even care. I take greedy sip after greedy sip of her mouth, until she pulls back to stare at me. Her color is high and her eyes are bright and happy. “This is like Twister.”

“It’s better,” I correct. Lady Gaga comes on, just as Becca said she would. “Are we getting into this pool or what?”

Becca kicks a foot in the water. “I’m tempted. But I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Oh, snap.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “Are you really getting in?”

“We don’t have to.” I’m never going to pressure her.

Her fingers trail across the surface of the bubbling water. “But this is an adventure, right?”

“Right.” I stand up and remove my socks. She’s watching me. And I can’t read her expression. “What?”

“Just wondering what else you’re going to take off.” She smiles.

“Come here.” The order rolls off my tongue.

But Rebecca doesn’t blink. She gets up and turns toward me, curiosity in her eyes.

“You tell me. What am I taking off?”

She puts two hands tentatively on my chest, and I make myself be patient. Everything I ever wanted is on the other side of this moment. I just need us to break through this awkwardness—the “will we or won’t we” tension.

Her fingers find the top button of my shirt. “I’m not getting in the water unless you are.”

That’s a compromise I can live with. I find my lower shirt buttons and work upwards, until we meet in the middle. She pushes the two halves of my shirt apart and runs a hand down my bare chest.

My inner caveman stands up and cheers.


Once in a while you read a book that you never want to end. Sarina Bowen’s Brooklynaire is just that book. I fell hard for this story because Rebecca and Nate were destined for each other, but their journey to be a couple was going to take some time and patience. For readers, this story is worth every single second, because their road to romance is paved with all the swoony goodness.

Brooklynaire is a very modern romance in every sense, but at the same time, it has a delicious courtly undertone which made my heart sing. These two have known each other forever and have a professional relationship that blossomed into friendship. They think that they know each other pretty well, except what might be deep in each other’s heart.

Rebecca Rowley is an amazing woman. Being in her head, we get to know and understand the effects of a concussion and the true struggle it can be. This is a woman used to DOING, not resting and rest she must. As well as disconnect. She feels responsibility to everyone around her, as if the weight of the word rests upon her shoulders – in Becca’s mind it does and makes her recovery all the more challenging.  She sees herself as less in comparison to other to women, but this woman is nothing short of a powerhouse and every moment with her makes you love her all the more.

Nate Kattenberger steals the title of best book boyfriend with just a word – Becca. He loves her with his whole heart, but believes that it is unrequited. He sees her for who she is, but then he knows her as woman who is the other half of his heart. Yeah, the guy is a bajilzonaire and the cash helps in many ways to make life really good, but he doesn’t need it to afford what he really wants, the love of an amazing woman.

Every moment that Becca and Nate are together is absolutely glorious. I loved their chemistry – they know each other, they get each other.  And omigaaaaaaaaaaah, how that spills over (okay, rushes) into their sexual chemistry is beyond FAMAZING.

There is something else about Brooklynaire that stole my heart. Sarina did an absolutely amazing job of shining a spotlight on concussions — not only the after-affects, but just how important it is to follow the treatment plan all the way through. For personal reasons concussion treatment is something that hits close to home – Thank you Sarina for further educating us all.

I am love this book. Sarina Bowen once again nails it. Whether it be the winter blues or the flu, Nate and Rebecca’s love story is the perfect tonic for all that might be ailing you. Enjoy!!

Happy reading!!!

Laurie’s Rating: 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++STARS








Sarina Bowen is the USA Today bestselling author of steamy, angsty Contemporary Romance and New Adult fiction. She lives in the wilds of New England.

She is the author of The Ivy Years, an award-winning series set amid the hockey team at an elite Connecticut college. Also, the The Gravity series.

With Elle Kennedy, Sarina is the author of the RITA award winning HIM, and its sequel, US.

Sarina has begun a new Vermont contemporary romance series, True North. She’s also unrolled new hockey novels from Penguin Berkley including Rookie Move.

Sarina enjoys skiing, espresso drinks and the occasional margarita. She lives with her family, eight chickens and more ski gear and hockey equipment than seems necessary.

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