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The whole stethoscope-and-white coat thing isn’t my cup of tea.

I prefer a man with an artistic vein in his body. 9 - 5 hours. And I can definitely do without the half-lidded, sleepy bedroom eyes. (Okay, so those are kind of sexy.)


Tall, dark, and handsome doesn’t change the fact that he’s arrogant, cocky, and rude.

Not that I care, but he’s made it clear he wants nothing to do with a quirky girl like me, which is why he said no.

Turns out no isn’t an option.

I have a quickie wedding to plan, and Dr. Jake Kissinger doesn’t have a choice. He looks at our situation like he’s stuck with me, but in reality I’m stuck with him. Stuck with his pouty mouth. His long, lean body. And stuck with those loose, low riding scrub pants. (Okay, so the doctor thing is growing on me.)

When spending time together turns into more than it should, I know I’m in trouble.

He isn’t supposed to make my heart pound.

I’m not supposed to make him look twice.

And we aren’t supposed to spend the night together. (Okay, so he has more than one artistic vein in his body, and other places.)

Falling for him is definitely a mistake.

Here’s the thing…

Jake is unavailable, and I know it.

Just not in the way you might think.

I guess you can’t have your cake and eat it too.





About the Author:

Kim Karr is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author.

She grew up in Rochester, NY and now lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She’s always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, she wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. She went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise her family. Kim currently works part-time with her husband and recently decided to embrace one of her biggest passions–writing.

Kim wears a lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all around go-to person of her family. However, she always finds time to read. One of her favorite family outings was taking her kids when they were little to the bookstore or the library. Today, Kim’s oldest child is seventeen and no longer goes with her on these, now rare and infrequent, outings. She finds that she doesn’t need to go on them anymore because she has the greatest device ever invented–a Kindle.

Kim likes to believe in soul mates, kindred spirits, true friends, and Happily-Ever-Afters. She loves to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart.

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Mon avis sur le délicieux The Thing about Love de Kim Karr

Tout le truc avec un stéthoscope et la blouse blanche n'est pas ma tasse de thé

Je préfère un homme avec un aspect artistique en lui. 9 - 5 heures. Et je peux aussi très bien me passer du regards endormis tout juste sortis du lit. (Ok donc ceux là sont bien sexy.) Grand, sombre et beau ne change pas le fait qu'il soit arrogant, , insolent et mal poli. Pas que je m'en soucie car il a dit clairement qu'il ne veut rien avoir à faire avec une fille comme moi, et que c'était pour ça qu'il avait dit non.

Il s'avère que dire non n'est pas une option

J'ai un mariage express à planifier , et le Dr. Jake Kissinger n'a pas le choix. Il donne l'impression d'être coincé à mes côtés mais en fait, c'est moi qui suis coincée avec lui. Coincée avec sa moue boudeuse. Son corps longiligne, sa blouse mise taille basse ( ok donc je développe le syndrome du docteur sexy.)

Quand passer du temps ensemble conduit à plus de choses, je sais que je suis foutue . Il n'est pas censé faire battre mon coeur. Je ne suis pas supposée attirer son regard. Et on n'est pas censé passer la nuit ensemble. (Ok, donc il a plus qu'une fibre artistique en lui .. ou ailleurs sur son corps) Tomber amoureuse de lui est définitivement une erreur. Mais le truc… Jake n'est pas disponible et je le sais. Mais pas de la façon dont vous pensez. Je pense que vous ne pouvez pas avoir votre part du gâteau et croquer aussi dedans.

Date de sortie : 3 janvier 2018
Editeur : Lecture VO
Prix: 13.31 euros
Pages : 326 pages

Note : Je tiens à dire un grand merci à Kim Karr et à Heather de L Woods PR pour m'avoir permis de lire en ARC ce roman.

Mon avis : A chaque nouveau roman de Kim Karr, je me délecte de ma lecture et The Thing about Love ne déroge pas à la règle mais ne vous fiez pas à la couverture car certes il s'agit bien d'une comédie romantique et sensuelle mais le drame et la tragédie ne sont jamais loin.

Qu'est ce que l'amour? Peut on le définir d'une seule manière? N'existe t-il que sous une seule forme? Ne peut on le rencontrer qu'une seule fois? Toutes ces questions sont au coeur même de ce nouveau roman de Kim Karr qui sait nous offrir des scènes comiques , sensuelles et intenses. Embarquez dans cette nouvelle aventure et vous ne serez pas déçu.

Jules Easton aka Juliette est une jeune femme au bord de la rupture qui joue son avenir professionnel avec le contrat qu'elle pourrait décrocher si Rory Kissinger accepte qu'elle planifie de A à Z son mariage avec Remy, le fils du gouverneur. Si tout se passe bien cela pourrait faire un beau coup de pub à la boîte Easton Design & Weddings et l'entreprise que son oncle envisageait de lui transmettre en a bien besoin. S'il s'agit de préparer l'aspect mariage et réalisation des rêves des futurs mariés pas de soucis mais quand il s'agit de se vendre et de gérer l'aspect business, Jules est aux abonnés absentes. Elle croit en cette entreprise étant donné qu'elle y a investi son propre argent mais le constat d'échec n'est qu'à un pas d'elle malheureusement. Le jour est donc décisif et il faudra mettre sa maladresse de côté mais ça c'est dans ses rêves car une fois de plus, Jules va mettre les pieds dans le plat et suite à un quiproquo va avoir un geste malheureux mais très coûteux. J'ai beaucoup ri avec ce personnage car Jules est la maladresse incarnée et sur bien des points. Elle sait ce qu'elle veut et a su s'entourer de gens qui comptent autour d'elle.

Elle vit donc avec son cousin Finn qui va lui aussi lui donner du fil à retordre mais elle a le sens de la famille et elle volera à son secours quitte à prendre de grand risque. Elle peut aussi compter sur son oncle mais en lui cachant la vérité , elle risque bien de plonger encore plus bas qu'auparavant. Elle est aussi épaulée dans son entreprise par Montgomery et son ami Archer. Tous deux offrent des pâtisseries de rêve mais sont aussi de très bons amis avec qui elle peut parler. Elle est également restée en bon terme avec son ex fiancé , Jaxson Cassidy , qui est le photographe attitré des heureux événements. Tout ce beau monde l'épaule donc mais ne sera pas d'un grand secours quand il s'agira d'affronter Jake Kissinger, le frère de la mariée et la victime de sa maladresse. La relation qu'ils vont nouer est d'autant plus touchante qu'au fil des pages nous découvrons des points communs émouvants et profondément touchants. Jules trouvera t-elle enfin le grand amour, celui qui fera palpiter son coeur? Sauvera t-elle son entreprise de la banqueroute?

Jake Kissinger est le héros parfait : charmant, un regard de braise, docteur et très avenant . Mais voilà il a un défaut ou même quelques défauts : il semble rancunier, incapable d'exprimer ses sentiments tout en étant hyper protecteur de sa soeur. Jake est donc une énigme mais qu'on va tenter de résoudre au fil de notre lecture. Il semble être attendu à New York et ne veut donc pas installer sa vie à Atlanta. En charge de l'organisation du mariage de sa soeur Rory, il va devoir mettre sa rancoeur de côté pour tenter d'écouter les idées pas si idiotes que cela de Jules. Il est donc dans un premier temps difficile à cerner car on ne sait pas s'il parviendra à s'ouvrir aux autres en dehors de sa famille. Outre sa soeur, il adore Mimi leur grand mère qui est à un moment très difficile de sa vie. Cette dernière semble donc être l'ancre qui permet à Jake de rester dans le coin mais si la tragédie frappe , il pourrait bien partir plus vite que son ombre.

Il ne s'investit donc pas dans une vie sentimentale car son passé le hante et il n'est jamais parvenu à tourner la page. Monica , sa mère , n'a jamais su assumer leur vie passée et elle a laissé de profondes blessures que Jake ne veut pas rouvrir. Il a pris une décision importante à un jeune âge et depuis ne semble plus capable de s'investir émotionnellement parlant. Il est rongé par une certaine culpabilité et devra donc faire un travail d'introspection s'il veut aller plus loin avec Jules. Il lui manque évidemment un ami à qui se confier mais les deux femmes de sa vie sauront lui distiller des conseils qu'il lui faudrait écouter. J'ai bien aimé ce héros car il porte une faille en lui et nous n'espérons qu'une seule chose , à savoir qu'il s'ouvre aux autres. Saura t-il faire table rase du passé pour aller de l'avant? Pourra t-il construire quelque chose sur le long terme avec Jules?

Bref, si vous lisez en VO , ne passez pas à côté de cette belle romance qui va vous réserver de belles surprises. Kim Karr nous offre donc une romance comique et sensuelle à la fois tout en nous poussant à nous questionner sur ce qu'est l'amour et sur les rocs qui jalonnent nos vies. Jake et Jules sauront vous charmer, vous faire rire et vous émouvoir.

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The whole stethoscope-and-white coat thing isn’t my cup of tea. I prefer a man with an artistic vein in his body. 9 - 5 hours. And I can definitely do without the half-lidded, sleepy bedroom eyes. (Okay, so those are kind of sexy.) Tall, dark, and handsome doesn’t change the fact that he’s arrogant, cocky, and rude. Not that I care, but he’s made it clear he wants nothing to do with a quirky girl like me, which is why he said no. Turns out no isn’t an option. I have a quickie wedding to plan, and Dr. Jake Kissinger doesn’t have a choice. He looks at our situation like he’s stuck with me, but in reality I’m stuck with him. Stuck with his pouty mouth. His long, lean body. And stuck with those loose, low riding scrub pants. (Okay, so the doctor thing is growing on me.) When spending time together turns into more than it should, I know I’m in trouble. He isn’t supposed to make my heart pound. I’m not supposed to make him look twice. And we aren’t supposed to spend the night together. (Okay, so he has more than one artistic vein in his body, and other places.) Falling for him is definitely a mistake. Here’s the thing… Jake is unavailable, and I know it. Just not in the way you might think. I guess you can’t have your cake and eat it too.

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THE THING ABOUT LOVE By Kim Karr Copyright 2017


  If a barn could be magical, this one was definitely enchanting. I was in a daze as I looked around. The rafters. The tables. The river. They all seemed to sparkle with a light I wanted to capture. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?” The voice was deep and husky, but I was in my own world imaging what I could do with a place like this and not paying any attention. An elbow nudged me, and it wasn’t until then that I realized I was sweetie. Sweetie? Seriously, the man with the DR before his name couldn’t find something a little sexier in his vocabulary to call me? Sugarcakes. Honeypie. Cookie, even. “What’s that Chocolate Cake?” I smiled big and wide when I said it. Obviously, he was giving this little show all he had, so I figured I might as well, too. Ignoring my taunt, Jake draped an arm around my chair just as Shania Twain’s “Any Man of Mine” came bellowing through the speakers. When his fingertips brushed my shoulder, I wasn’t listening to the beat of the music though because butterflies took flight in my belly, and lower. I had to remind myself that this was part of the show, but still, I found myself having to squeeze my thighs together to sooth the ache his touch had ignited. “I was just telling George how much you love to dance. Especially square dance,” he said. I had been reaching for my water, and I practically spilled it when he said that. Was he out of his ever-loving mind? I didn’t know a thing about country dancing other than the fact that the word do-si-do had something to do with it. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Yes, big boy, I do like to dance, but you know I prefer to watch you line dance because you’re so great at it. Besides, don’t forget, I did hurt my ankle not that long ago.” His grin was beyond wicked. “You can be a klutz sometimes, but I seem to recall you assuring me your ankle was absolutely fine, and after I checked it out, I did concur with your self-diagnosis.” Ethel tapped George on the shoulder, and when he looked at her, she whispered something in his ear. “Did you say you wanted to dance, Jules?” George asked me over the music. Before I could say no, George was on his feet and standing beside me with his hand extended. “Would you do me the honor of having this dance with me?” Like I could say no now. He really was so sweet. Dr. Kiss, on the other hand, well he was the devil reincarnated. “I’d be delighted,” I said and glared at Jake as I stood. “Have fun, Sweetie,” Jake grinned. I bent to whisper in his ear. “While I’m gone, do you think you could come up with something to call me that doesn’t make you sound like you might be George’s age.” He narrowed that blue-eyed stare at me. Satisfied with that, I pivoted around and didn’t look back. The bridesmaids, in their short, peach dresses and cowboy boots, were having a blast stomping their feet and clapping their hands all while shaking their behinds and pressing their thumbs into their sides. How on earth were George and I going to dance to this? Thank God just when we reached the center of the dance floor, the music changed, and Tim McGraw’s voice came overhead. As Tim sang about how no one ever made him feel the way she did, George and I stepped into position. He took my hands and started to move, ballroom style. This type of dancing I knew how to do. “So,” he said, “When are you and Jake planning on getting hitched?” Up until now, I had been able to twist what I said so it didn’t sound like a blatant lie, but this question was pretty straightforward. “We haven’t decided yet.” Which was true. In fact, we hadn’t decided a lot. Like as a starting point, if we were friends or enemies. “I noticed you ain’t wearing a ring. He not gotten you one yet?” “That’s complicated,” I answered. And it was. He hadn’t gotten me one and he never would because he didn’t even like me, and after tonight, I was fairly certain he wouldn’t be able to stand me. “Well, he’s a good man. Give him some time. He’ll come around.” Yes, he’d come around all right. Come around to telling me I was fired, which reminded me of Finn. Where had he gotten his information? I leaned back. “Is Labor Day weekend available for a wedding?” George started to laugh. “You’ll give the man a heart attack if you make him move that fast.” “Oh, I know, but just in case, is it?” “As a matter of fact, it might be. A lad called here today inquiring about it though, and I told him to come up and see the place before I reserved it for him. Since he ain’t shown, I reckon it could be yours.” “Good to know.” I winked. He raised a curious brow. I shrugged. “Just in case.” Yes, just in case I decided to come clean. And just in case I could figure out how this place was suitable for Rory. But even as I thought it, I knew it wasn’t. I nearly missed a step when I caught a glimpse of Jake leaning against the wall, watching us. He threw me off, and I had to order myself to tune back into George for the remainder of the dance. My lack of focus had to cease right now because the bottom line was that at the moment I couldn’t allow myself to be thrown off course. When the music ended, I stepped back and curtsied. “Thanks for indulging me.” George gave my hand a squeeze. “You and the Doc are really quite a couple.” “Thank you,” I told him, but I knew I should have been correcting him instead. I hated the lie, but I couldn’t undo it now, nor could I stop what he was doing. George had signaled Jake over, and he had started to move. All tall, dark, and handsome, he strutted my way with a cat that ate the canary grin on his face. I wanted to wipe it away—with my lips. No, I didn’t mean that. “It’s your turn,” George told him. “Oh, but he only likes to line dance,” I said. George laughed like it was a joke and strode toward his Ethel, who had started clearing the buffet table. “May I?” Jake asked, all debonair-like. “I don’t know, may you?” He shook his head. “Just give me your hands, will you? I’d hate to ruin George and Ethel’s night by admitting this was all a ruse.” “Grrr…You are so frustrating,” I said offering my hands. He laced his fingers in mine and drew me close. “Did you just growl?” With a frown, I placed my hands on his shoulders. “I did no such thing.” His hands fit my waist like they were made for me. “Yes, you did. And smile, they’re looking at us.” Forcing myself to keep the corners of my mouth tilted upwards was very difficult because I could barely breathe when he slid his thigh between mine. The crowd surged around us, and just like that, I forgot this wasn’t real. We were aligned thigh-to-thigh, belly-to-belly. If I turned my head, our mouths would be close enough to kiss. Silly thought. We moved together, and when my hands slid from his shoulder to cup the back of his neck, the edges of his soft brown hair tickled my knuckles. The heat of his skin was almost too much, as was the feel of his body so close to mine. When his fingers splayed against my back and lingered there, I could have sworn the music thumped in the pit of my stomach, my wrists, and especially between my thighs “What are you doing?” I asked. He moved closer to me. “I believe it’s called dancing.” “Are you still acting? Because if you are, George and Ethel are no longer watching us.” I whispered this in his ear. “Does it matter?” he answered back, and when he did his breath caressed my ear. “Do you want it to?” He pulled back to look into my eyes, his smile less bemused and his gaze bright. “Do you always answer a question with a question?” “Only when…I’m talking to you.” My hesitation sounded coy, but I hadn’t meant it to. Scared of something, but no idea what of, I said, “This place isn’t that bad. It just needs some more sparkle.” “Sparkle?” “Yes, like crystal chandeliers hanging from the beams.” He chuckled. “I don’t think crystal chandeliers are George and Ethel’s style.” “No,” I said. “We should probably go. You were right to begin with, this place isn’t appropriate for your sister’s wedding.” All of a sudden, the music ended, and before I could say another word, I was being pushed into a very grabby crowd of women. Oh, no! The bouquet toss. I had to get out of here. I bent down and crawled around, through, and practically under, a number of jumping cowboy boots. “One.” “Two.” “Three.” Rushing out of the side of the crowd, I stood up, and I could hardly believe it when the bouquet landed at my feet. Without thinking, I picked it up to throw it back into the crowd, but it was too late. “Oh Jules, you caught it.” It was Ethel, and she was escorting me to the front of the room. When I saw George leading Jake there as well, I wanted to end this charade. It was too much to handle. Having him so close was too much to handle. He was too much to handle. George and Ethel pushed us both together, and all of the girls started chanting, “Seal the deal. Seal the deal.” “What are they talking about?” Jake muttered. “Kiss her, Doc,” George clarified for me, and before either of us could step away from each other, George and Ethel were once again pushing us together. I landed against Jake’s hard chest. My mouth flew open in surprise, and a small sigh escaped. My lips were so close to his. Tantalizingly close. I wanted to close the distance so very much. He was breathing heavy, and I could see the muscle twitch at his temple, witness how tight his jaw was. Everything about him screamed he was holding himself back. We were both losing that battle though. Whether out of obligation, pressure, or need, his mouth came crashing down over mine, in the hardest, heated, and most demanding way. Oh, God, I wanted this. Wanted him. Especially when his tongue pushed inward, hot and sensual. It glided over mine as he licked at the roof of my mouth and swirled around my tongue in the most erotic dance. His lips were so soft. His mouth so hot. His possession unlike any I’d ever experienced. I could hear the catcalls, but ignored them all because he wasn’t simply kissing me, he wasn’t just sealing the deal, he was devouring me. In that moment, any other man I’d ever kissed faded away. No one had ever kissed me this way.



About the Author:

Kim Karr is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She grew up in Rochester, NY and now lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She’s always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, she wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. She went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise her family. Kim currently works part-time with her husband and recently decided to embrace one of her biggest passions–writing. Kim wears a lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all around go-to person of her family. However, she always finds time to read. One of her favorite family outings was taking her kids when they were little to the bookstore or the library. Today, Kim’s oldest child is seventeen and no longer goes with her on these, now rare and infrequent, outings. She finds that she doesn’t need to go on them anymore because she has the greatest device ever invented–a Kindle. Kim likes to believe in soul mates, kindred spirits, true friends, and Happily-Ever-Afters. She loves to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart.

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Tout le truc avec un stéthoscope et la blouse blanche n'est pas ma tasse de thé

Je préfère un homme avec un aspect artistique en lui. 9 - 5 heures. Et je peux aussi très bien me passer du regards endormis tout juste sortis du lit. (Ok donc ceux là sont bien sexy.)

Grand, sombre et beau ne change pas le fait qu'il soit arrogant, , insolent et mal poli.

Pas que je m'en soucie car il a dit clairement qu'il ne veut rien avoir à faire avec une fille comme moi, et que c'était pour ça qu'il avait dit non. 

Il s'avère que dire non n'est pas une option

J'ai un marriage express à planifier , et le Dr. Jake Kissinger n'a pas le choix. Il donne l'impression d'être coincé à mes côtés mais en fait, c'est moi qui suis coincée avec lui. Coincée avec sa moue boudeus. Son corps longiligne, sa blouse mise taille basse ( ok donc je développe le syndrome du docteur sexy.)

Quand passer du temps ensemble conduit à plus de choses, je sais que je suis foutue

Il n'est pas censé faire battre mon coeur

Je ne suis pas supposée attirer son regard.

Et on n'est pas censé passer la nuit ensemble. (Ok, donc il a plus qu'une fibre artistique en lui .. ou ailleurs sur son corps)

Tomber amoureuse de lui est définitivement une erreur.

Mais le truc…

Jake n'est pas disponible et je le sais.

Mais pas de la façon dont vous pensez.

Je pense que vous ne pouvez pas avoir votre part du gâteau et croquer aussi dedans.

About the Author:

Kim Karr is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling author.

She grew up in Rochester, NY and now lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She’s always had a love for reading books and writing. Being an English major in college, she wanted to teach at the college level but that was not to be. She went on to receive an MBA and became a project manager until quitting to raise her family. Kim currently works part-time with her husband and recently decided to embrace one of her biggest passions–writing.

Kim wears a lot of hats! Writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all around go-to person of her family. However, she always finds time to read. One of her favorite family outings was taking her kids when they were little to the bookstore or the library. Today, Kim’s oldest child is seventeen and no longer goes with her on these, now rare and infrequent, outings. She finds that she doesn’t need to go on them anymore because she has the greatest device ever invented–a Kindle.

Kim likes to believe in soul mates, kindred spirits, true friends, and Happily-Ever-Afters. She loves to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart.

Link with Kim!

Website: http://www.authorkimkarr.com/

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