August 9, 2018




“Addictive like all Kylie Scott books, you’ll swoon, laugh, ache, put your life on hold, and compulsively read until the wee hours of the night—only to reread the whole thing the next morning. Perfection!” – Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author

Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was.

Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town.

Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings.

Sometimes first loves are the truest.





Sandra's Review


It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time is Kylie Scott’s next standalone novel. I have been reading her books off and on for the last few years. I wish I could read them all but I am glad that I had the time for this one. I do love a good forbidden romance, and second chances so this one was right up my alley.
Seven years. It had been seven years since Adele was in the same room as her first love and now she was having to sharing a house with him. To say it was awkward was an understatement. She was eighteen when she made her move on her older best friend and it was the last time she saw him. She was sent back to her mom’s and never turned back. Not until, her father found Love again and was getting married. Now, she was back for five days. She is not eighteen anymore. She is twenty-five and over him. She made a mistake all those years ago and she wasn’t going to be repeating it. Peter didn’t even seem to want her there so it would be easy. She knew he was upset but it’s been years, can he let it go and start over?
Peter and Adele’s relationship is complicated. She was sixteen and he was thirty-one when they first met. She was visiting her dad for six weeks and he worked for the man. Peter liked hanging out with Adele while her dad was busy working. He even took her on dates. He never looked as more than a friend. A kid. Now, she was no longer a child. She was her own woman. A beautiful one. A woman who knew him probably better than he knew himself even after all these years. But, is that love or does it mean it’s time to move on from the past and be friends again?
I thought this story was funny, cute, and oh so frustrating. I just wanted to go into the book and slap Peter. I also wanted to hug him. He just had that way about him. I know Adele felt the same way. But for real, it’s a complicated relationship that needs work. That is what made it real. Both characters are uncertain. To how to feel. How to act. How to let go.
Overall…it’s a fun, sexy, angst-filled read. The characters are likable. The writing is great. It’s not my favorite Kylie book but I very much enjoyed it.
It had been seven years, but my libido did not seem to have lost any of the teenage lust for Pete.
“You can’t have it both ways, Pete,” I said.
“Women dig scars. This is going to bring your game up to a whole other level. You should probably be thanking me.





It was meant to be a soft kiss. A chaste one, even.

The minute my lips touched his, however, everything changed. Callused hands grabbed the sides of my face and my mouth opened on a gasp. His tongue swept inside, taking me over. Holy hell. Shoes and purse hit the floor, forgotten. Nothing about this kiss was slow or easy. The man devoured me. Every ounce of emotion poured into that kiss, all of the anger and frustration between us. His tongue was teasing and tasting, driving me wild. Then he drew back to suck and nip at my bottom lip. One hand slid around the back of my neck, the other over my hip to grab at my ass. His hold was firm, a little rough even. He treated my body like it belonged to him and I wasn’t gentle either.

Apparently experience mattered. Because all I could do was try and keep up.

I held on tight to his open shirt, straining against him, trying to get closer. I’d have crawled inside the man if I could. Turned out that under certain circumstances, the taste of scotch worked for me in a big way. Against my hip, his cock hardened, digging into me. And oh my God, I’d done that to him. Me. How amazing! Meanwhile, my body felt liquid, core aching and empty. I needed him inside of me and it seemed like I’d already been waiting forever.

“Pete. Please.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, breath hot against my ear.

I fumbled at the remaining buttons on his shirt. My damn fingers didn’t seem to be working. Easier to just push the whole thing upward. Luckily, the man decided to help, tearing the shirt off over his head. More skin was good. And he was so hot and smooth, a thrill to the touch. The solid flesh of his pecs and the flat plane of his stomach.

He tore at the zipper on the back of my dress, dragging fabric down over my shoulders. A growl came from the back of his throat, a noise of frustration, impatience. I’m reasonably certain I heard the silk rip. I didn’t care. His hands and mouth seemed to cover every bit of skin revealed, touching and tasting me everywhere. The dress got stuck on my hips. Out of the way enough for now.

He didn’t even bother undoing my bra, simply peeling down one of the lace cups to free my flesh. My breast filled his hot palm as it took the weight. Fingers plumped me, his thumb flicking over my hard nipple. The sting of pain followed by the heat of his kiss made my head spin and my body ache. There was no room for thought as he fed me deep, wet kisses. Slowly, he took us to the floor. No time for anything else. Just the urgent need to have him inside me.

The hardness of the polished wood was cool against my back. My legs were spread, his body between them. And with his broad chest above me, his weight taken on one arm, he was all I could see. I swear even the insides of my thighs were wet, I was so ready. It would have been embarrassing with anybody else. But this man, he had to know, he had to understand. It had always been him.

“Pete, I need—”

“I know,” he said, voice harsh and low.







kyliescottimageKylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from








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