Mr. Big by Delancey Stewart is full of hot chemistry and characters that squeeze into that soft spot in your heart. One-click and discover a man troubled by family secrets and the woman who will show him how to embrace and accept his past. I love when a book can make me laugh, cry, and crave more from it’s characters. I do hope that there will be more!

Oliver Cody has a family obligation, one that is supposed to define him. A family tragedy changes everything. Now forced to face his demons will he push everyone away? For the first time he will discover that he will need to trust in order to heal. 

Holland O’Dell has worked her ass off to make something of her life. A job she loves despite being passed over for promotions. When she vents over coffee to a stranger, will her life turn around? What will she do when she uncovers his identity? 

Holland and Oliver are more alike than they realize, and the things they crave the most make them so perfectly matched. I love the tenacity and dedication they share. The chemistry is hot, and the story is packed with little nuggets to keep you reading till the very last page.  

I loved reading this story of a man on the brink of a break-down and whose world is turned upside down. Oliver Cody is sexy, smart and struggling to find himself after a devastating loss that brings tragic news. Holland will impact his life and show him that things aren’t always as they seem. If Oliver and Holland are going to work they will have to accept the things they can’t change from the past and learn to trust in each other. It’s great to plan but sometimes it’s the unplanned events that matter the most and change our lives for the better!

Don’t miss this must read! With the heat and intensity in this book I give it three Peppers as it’s pretty hot and might offend. For mature readers 18+3 Jalepenos

I received this ARC from the publisher for a fair and honest review.


I stepped out of the elevator and accidentally made eye contact with the receptionist.
She popped up from behind the tall lobby desk on the executive floor like a perky whack-a-mole. She hesitated, as if for a second she thought she’d made a mistake about who I was—I wore a ball cap low over my eyes and my hair was a long mess hanging around my neck. I didn’t look the part of CEO. But then she stepped out, clearly having confirmed my identity somehow. “Sir, there are a few messages,” she said, her fist full of pink message slips. It seemed she had a knack for understatement.
“No.” I strode past her, ignoring the hurt look on her face and instantly regretting the terse bark of my own voice.
The top floor of Cody Technology was made up of the CEO and CFO’s offices, along with the office of our lead counsel. Three secretaries were positioned around the circular interior, one in front of each door, sentinels guarding their respective power players.
“Is Rob in?” I stood in front of the center desk, before the CFO’s secretary.
She took her time looking up from her screen, and her eyes narrowed in suspicion as they took in the ripped jeans, faded T-shirt, and Dodgers cap pulled low over my face, which sported three days’ worth of stubble.
“You have an appointment with Mr. Eastburn?” she asked, adding emphasis on the “Mr.” part, sending me a message about his importance.
I stood silently and watched recognition clear the uppity smirk from her features. A cold apologetic fear replaced her smug smile and she sat up straighter, raising her hands in an apology. “Oh God, Mr. Cody! I didn’t recognize you, I . . . uh . . .”
I didn’t have the energy for this. I stepped around the desk and walked into Rob’s office as the woman continued apologizing outside.
“Rob,” I barked. My best friend and CFO of Cody Technology jumped up from his desk, and I watched his face run through several expressions back-to-back. Surprise, sympathy, irritation, back to sympathy. “You left a message?”
He came around the desk and reached out his arms as if he were going to pull me into a hug, but then seemed to think better of it. He crossed his arms and ran a hand across his jaw. “Ollie, I’m so sorry, man.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want his sympathy. I didn’t want anyone’s sympathy. It was part of why I’d avoided seeing anyone I knew after the funeral. They didn’t know me, anyway. How could they, when I didn’t even know myself? The lawyer had confirmed that. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice sharp as I stood tense in the center of his office.
“I just . . .” Rob struggled, and I watched us from somewhere above, totally removed. I’d known Rob since we were kids. I could read him like a book, and he looked like a kid now—confused and uncertain. “Do you wanna go get a drink, man? Talk a bit?”
“Let me make this easy,” I said. “Adam’s gone. I’m gone. I’m going to sell my shares as soon as I can, and you can do whatever you want with what’s left.”
Rob’s face slackened, his dark eyes widening. “What? You can’t do that, Oliver. I mean . . . why would you do that?”
“Things have changed.”
“I know you were searching before the accident, trying to figure some things out,” he said. “But . . .” He shook his head, his eyes falling to the plush carpet as if he might find the answers there in the complex weave. “This place is your legacy, man.”
His words felt like a punch to the gut and I realized how much I wanted a drink. Just not with Rob. Not with anyone who believed they knew exactly who Oliver Cody was.

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Award-winning author Delancey Stewart writes contemporary romance.

Stewart has lived on both coasts, in big cities and small towns. She’s been a pharmaceutical rep, a personal trainer and a direct sales representative for a French wine importer. But she has always been a writer first.

A wife and the mother of two small boys, her current job titles include pirate captain, monster hunter, Lego assembler and story reader. She tackles all these efforts at her current home outside Washington D.C.