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KNOCKOUT by JESSICA PRINCE




Title: Knockout

Series: Whisky Dolls

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: November 15, 2021


๐—œ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—œ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€.


Things in Layla Foxโ€™s life were going great. She had a fantastic job, amazing friends, and a killer apartment. There was just one tiny glitch in all that perfect. Her upstairs neighbor was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome . . . and she hated the man with every cell in her body.

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Jude Kingsley was the most arrogant jerk sheโ€™d ever met, making the fact that she was attracted to him more than a little inconvenient.

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When the two of them are forced together by Judeโ€™s meddling grandmother, the bitter rivalry between the two feuding neighbors suddenly turns into something very different. And a raw, intense chemistry like theirs is bound to explode if they arenโ€™t careful.

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**๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด a ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.**



Rating โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…โ˜…


I gobbled up this Enemies to Lovers romance right quick.


The antics between the two MC's was downright entertaining as heck. And I will be honest when I say at some point I didn't want that to end while at the same time the tension between these two was a clear as day and I couldn't wait for these two to finally get with the program.


Layla was so very loveable and she was one of those female characters that had you rooting for her to get her HEA with someone who would treat her the way she deserved. Jude well, he had to convince me that he was the right man for the job and I love that Jessica Prince made him work for it and rightfully so. But boy oh boy did he have those moments that had you sighing in book boyfriend bliss.


And I need to talk about one of my all time fav side characters from Jessica Prince ever and that was the absolutely entertaining as all heck Grandmother Kingsley she was kick ass. I loved everything about that woman. Dare I say she may have even stole the spotlight multiple times from Jude and Layla.


Knockout was exactly what I've come to expect from Prince and that's a fantastic read that I loved.

Funny, entertaining and everything you would want in a romance. Just goodness all around


Reviewed by Melissa



The doors of the elevator slid open and the good mood Iโ€™d been in all day evaporated like a single drop of water falling onto desert sand.


โ€œOf freaking course,โ€ I grumbled sullenly as Jude Kingsley stepped into the elevator.


He returned my glare before stopping beside me and turned to face the front. โ€œAnd Iโ€™d been having such a good day up to this point,โ€ he muttered bitterly.


I let out a snort and fluttered my eyelashes. โ€œWhat, did you pop a little kidโ€™s balloon? Maybe cut in front of a pregnant lady in line at the coffee shop?โ€ I snapped my fingers. โ€œOh, I know! You kicked a poor, innocent puppy on the sidewalk. Thatโ€™s what had you so chipper, isnโ€™t it?โ€


He gave me a smirk, and damn it, why did it have to look so good on him? The son of a bitch.


โ€œI woke up happy,โ€ he stated, and it would have been a lie if I claimed I didnโ€™t find that admission somewhat intriguing.


Turning to face me, he took a step toward me, closing some of the distance between us. The move was unexpected, and my heartrate spiked at his closeness. The small elevator car suddenly felt even tinier, like the walls were closing in. The air was filled with his scent. Something like cedar and sun mixed with a spicy musk that reminded me of the outdoors. My chest stuttered on a choppy inhale when I tilted my head back to look up at him. In all the months weโ€™d been enemies, this had to be the first time weโ€™d been so close to each other.

With hardly any space between us, I was able to see that those midnight blue eyes of his also held flecks of golden honey. He blinked slowly as he stared down at me, those long, sooty lashes lying across his sharp cheekbones before he opened them again.


โ€œI had the best dream last night.โ€ He stopped, waiting for me to ask what he dreamed about, like he knew that statement and his proximity had left me way off-kilter, my curiosity piqued.


Stupid intuitive jerk.


Unable to help myself, I arched a questioning brow. โ€œOh?โ€


His voice dropped lower, taking on an almost velvety soft quality. โ€œYeah. You were in it, princess.โ€


My skin felt tingly, my mouth was Sahara dry. I didnโ€™t feel like myself all of a sudden. It was almost as if heโ€™d cast a spell, and I was just along for the ride, unableโ€”or maybe unwilling at that pointโ€”to take control back. It was those eyes, man. Those freaking dark, alluring, sexy bedroom eyes. There wasnโ€™t a woman in the world whoโ€™d be able to resist their power up close. Not even me.


I tried to swallow past the cotton taking up residence in my throat and croaked, โ€œWhatโ€”what was your dream about?โ€


He started speaking in a tone that could only be described as intoxicating. โ€œWell, you see, it was a beautiful, sunny day, and we were standing on the sidewalk outside the building. You were in these jeans that made your ass look incredible.โ€ His tongue peeked out and swiped across his plump bottom lip. โ€œI couldnโ€™t stop staring.


Then . . . โ€


I was straight up enraptured at that moment.


Oh my God. What is happening right now? โ€œThen what?โ€


โ€œThen . . . you stepped off the curb and got hit by a bus.โ€ It was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over my head. Whatever voodoo he was working broke right then, and I remembered instantly that I wanted this man to die by a thousand papercutsโ€”preferable by my hand.






Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. Thatโ€™s why God created central air, after all.

Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boyโ€“she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.

In addition to being a wife and mom, sheโ€™s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of booksโ€“romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says itโ€™s a passionโ€ฆthereโ€™s a difference. Not that sheโ€™d expect a boy to understand.

Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.





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