Blog Tour: Taming Hollywood's Baddest Boy by Max Monroe

Do people say they hate someone’s guts so that they can still fall stupidly, head-over-heels in love with the other parts?

Asking for a friend.

Taming Hollywood’s Baddest Boy, an all-new laugh-out-loud standalone romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is available now!

Okay, fine. I’m not asking for a friend.

I’m asking for me—and I’m begging you to tell me that the practice of falling in love with your should-be-enemy is common.

Please tell me that I’m not the only person to track down a guy—who used to be Hollywood’s baddest bad boy before he left LA for good—at his off-the-grid cabin in Alaska, show up unannounced, and find him gloriously naked.

This probably happens all the time…right?

Tell me I’m not alone in my stupidity—that I’m not the only woman who would fall for gorgeous blue eyes and a sexy devilish smirk, even if they belong to a broody, mysterious jerk.

Please. Please. Please. Tell me I’m not alone in this.

For the love of everything, I need all the supportive girl power I can get if I’m going to convince Luca Weaver to come back to Hollywood—otherwise known as the place he hates so much that he ghosted Oscar-level success and escaped to no-man’s-land for the last eight years just to avoid it.

Yeah, don’t worry—that smoke you’re smelling isn’t your house catching fire as you read this…it’s just my career and what was previously known as my heart going up in flames.

Gah. Is it just me, or am I totally, completely, and utterly screwed?

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Excerpt

Billie Naked lumberjacks are all the rage. Or is it that they’re full of rage? I’m not entirely sure, but I think maybe, just maybe, it’s a little bit of both. Standing beside a hot tub outside of a rustic Alaskan cabin is a bare-chested, handsome-as-hell lumberjack of a man, and he is as naked as the day he was born. “Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing here?” the big, burly man with a scruffy beard and piercing blue eyes asks me brusquely. And holy hell, what a question that is. I started this journey in a meeting in LA, promising my boss the world, continued it with a plane, a car, a hike and kayaking adventure in a cold, rainy Alaskan setting, and in a highly unanticipated twist, I’m ending it in what must be an issue of Playgirl magazine come to life. And boy oh boy is the centerfold pissed… “Hello?” he questions harshly. “I said, who the hell are you?” As hard as it is, given his clothes-less state, I force myself to take a good, scrutinizing look at the rest of his face. I’m here for a reason, and with nothing more than a ramshackle convenience store owner named Earl’s vague instructions to go on, I can only hope that the here I’m at is the here I’ve spent days in a plane, car, and kayak looking for. In addition to a remarkably carved line on the inside of each hipbone, the angry man standing boldly above me has a strong jaw covered by a beard, a little scar above his right eye, miles of muscular, tanned skin, and messy, light-brown hair. I have to look a little closer to confirm my conclusion through the rolling waves of distrust and hatred coming off him, but when I focus hard enough, the star-quality glimmer in his eyes is undeniable. For the love of pancakes at a Sunday morning breakfast, it’s really him. Luca Weaver, Hollywood’s former baddest boy—the man I’ve nearly killed myself to find—is right in front of me, and he is naked. At my non-answer, his jaw turns to stone. “I asked you a question. Either answer it or get fucking moving.” I jolt at the rumble of his voice, but my feet do nothing to take me in any direction. I am rooted to the spot, utterly awed over the fact that I’ve actually managed something as impossible as finding Luca Weaver and all of my normal functions are rendered useless. He scowls, unimpressed with all the hard work I’ve put in—work that he obviously doesn’t know about. “You have five seconds before I come back out here with my shotgun.” “Uh…” I fumble, trying like hell to grasp the English language once again. I may be distracted, but on some level, I understand the importance of getting my shit together enough to at least prevent a shotgun from joining our little meet-and-greet. But my brain is bus-y. And slow. Because Luca Weaver looks damn good without any clothes. Eight years older since the last time he graced the covers of Hollywood gossip magazines, Luca is a man to whom time has been seriously kind. Either his genetics are just that good, or there’s some kind of sexy voodoo in the Alaskan water. I mean…his penis is right in front of me, and I can’t find a single thing wrong with it. It’s straight and veiny and perfectly pink. “What’s the matter with you? You have a death wish or something?” he spits at the statue formerly known as my body. “This is private property.” His words are serious and firm, and it seems that maybe I do have a dream that’s reminiscent of the movie Fargo—fingers crossed there are no wood chippers nearby. Because for as much as I try, I can’t stop looking at my new phallic friend, even to form a few simple words. But, come on. Luca Weaver’s freaking dick is right there! It’s not hard, but still, it’s…big—so big it’s not even a dick. It’s a Richard. Sir Richard. King Richard, really. Shit, I’m in the presence of penis royalty, and I suddenly have the urge to curtsy. He is a lumberjack fantasy come to life. Instantly, my brain starts thinking about pine-scented flannel and chopping wood and giving a blow job… Wait…what? Stop being a moron and speak words! “Uh…so…you’re…naked.” Oh god, those aren’t the right words! He glances down, mutters something to himself, snags a towel from a few feet away, and wraps it around his waist. “I didn’t invite you here,” he says, his voice gritty with irritation—and maybe, a little with disuse. Which would make sense. It’s taken me an entire season of Running Wild with Bear Grylls to get here. I can’t imagine he’s having book clubs and dinner parties and gabbing with his pals on the regular. Towel adjusted and glorious goods hidden from view, he studies me with frigid blue eyes and a glare worthy of a scorned woman. I shiver. “I’m only going to ask you one more time. What in the hell are you doing here?” I fiddle with the edges of my shirt as I finally find my vocal cords. “I’m Billie…Billie Harris.” And I am in way over my head.

What an entertaining story with characters that are so flipping stubborn and the banter will have you wondering what on earth will happen between these two!
Billie is definitely someone I would want as a friend, especially with how sassy she is!
When she blurts out she knows a certain actor that will be perfect for a certain movie, the adventure she departs on is nothing short of different but also in an effort to save her job, she becomes quite able to adapt to the environment!
Finding Luca will be a definite sight for sore eyes and their road ahead is frought with challenges!This book was fantastic, lighthearted, entertaining and just an enjoyable story that you can lose yourself into!! 

I love everything I have read by this very talented duo and let me start by saying Taming Hollywood’s Baddest Boy was everything I expected and more, I was captivated from the first page to the last line.
Just when you think you have meet and loved all their hero’s they throw you another bad boy who takes over your life while he is being tamed when he least expects or wants it.......
Billie Harris is on a mission she needs to bring bad boy Luca Weaver back to Hollywood but what she doesn’t expect is to fall for this bad boy whilst trying to convince him the screenplay she has is the comeback he needs.
Luca Weaver walked away from this life eight years ago but he didn’t only walk away from Hollywood he also walked away from his family, Will Billie be the girl to give him his life and family back....
This is a story that touched me, it ticked all my boxes as two people who both have had heartache in life start to chip away at the walls they have built around themselves. I laughed, I cried, I sighed and I smiled at the banter they shared as they really got to know one another. Billie is a strong southern woman who will have you laughing out loud as she does her utmost to tame this bad boy and well Luca will just melt you heart and certainly leave you swooning and wanting more. This is romantic comedy at its best so all that’s left for me to say is please one click this gem of a read.

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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