Blog Tour Review: The Gentleman Mentor by Kendall Ryan

Shannon’s Thoughts

The Gentleman has a dirty, dirty mouth.  Those were my initial thoughts when we meet the hero.  But that dirty mouth endeared me to him and made this a book I didn’t want to put down.

THE GENTLEMAN MENTOR was one of the books that surprised me.  I wasn’t sure how I was going to like a guy who was going to teach a woman in six dates how to win the guy she wants.  But Kendall Ryan gives us a great hero in Cameron Hale, showing us there was so much more to this gentleman mentor.

Brielle was a woman who was tired of having horrible first dates.  She decides she needs to the help of the Gentleman Mentor, a man who promises to teach her how to seduce the man she wants…her best friend Kirby.  But when she meets her mentor, she’s intrigued by the man and embracing everything he shows to her, making her wonder if Kirby is really the man she wants.

Hale is a perfect hero.  He comes off as an ass, but we learn there’s a reason and we see the type of man he is the more he’s with Brielle.  You want him to shake of his past and fight for the woman he can’t seem to let go.  It takes him a bit, but he does step up and go after what he wants.

I loved this book.  Kendall Ryan  created a couple of characters and a storyline that pulled me into the world and didn’t want to let me go until the very last page.  If you’re a reader looking to dip their toes into the erotic/BDSM world, this is definitely a well crafted book to start out with.

I take a minute to survey her. She’s petite, just like I imagined her. Brunette. Big blue eyes whose gaze drifts between mine and the floor as if she doesn’t know where to look. There must be some goddamn mistake, because there’s no way she’d need any help attracting a man. But if it’s my help she wants, I won’t refuse her.

“May I?” I ask, pulling out the seat next to her and moving toward it. She’s timid, and I need to remember my manners.

“Please,” she says. “I’m Brielle.”

“No names.”

“Everyone calls me Brie, though.” She twists her hands in her lap.

“Sweetheart?” I say, and her gaze darts up to mine. “I said no names.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” She swallows down her nerves. “But what should I call you?”

“You may call me Dom.”

Our gazes connect, and a flash of desire pools low in my spine. Fucking hell. This should be interesting.