Ooooof. This is a hard one. It had all sorts of swooney Ryan Goslingy types of dialogue to make a romantic heart go pitter-pat and while I knoooooooooOoooof. This is a hard one. It had all sorts of swooney Ryan Goslingy types of dialogue to make a romantic heart go pitter-pat and while I knooooooooooooooooow romance books aren’t steeped in reality, the plotline was sort of problematic for me.
I set aside the fact that most workplaces have anti-fraternization rules and simply went along with that trope for the sake of . . .
But this idea that the boy your entire family has blamed for your sister’s death for well over a decade somehow coinky-dinkily becomes not only your co-worker in a REAL niche profession of screenwriting, that also happens to be 100% across the country from where you grew up and then also can somehow become your love interest was a lot for my logical non-romantic brain. Also, I’m in a current phase where I prefer fade-to-black smexuals so all the dirty talk did absolutely nothing for either me or my lady garden.
Friendly reminder to authors. Covers are important. Your opinion can differ from mine with respect to the cutesie cartoony cover (me = love ‘em), but similar cover art is never a bad thing when it comes to the ability of old geezers like myself looking for their next read. I loved The Love Hypothesis and still have Love on the Brain on the Kindle to get to eventually – and the reason it got there was because I recognized the art instantly. Honestly, I didn’t even notice Ali Hazelwood’s name on this one because . . .
But then I was chatting my weekly chat with Shelby like we do and when we finally got around to talking books after dissing our husbands for a bit she said she was reading this porny little vampyre/werewolf thing and loving it so obviously I put it on hold at the library.
Now, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve read some leechy shifter shiz, but be still my ever Twilight loving self, this was IT for me! Bonus – it even had a plot and not just smexuals (*cough knotting cough*). If you want your supernatural love to be full on NC-17 rather than PG-13, get a copy of this stat. And if you want some more werewolf smut, I recommend most anything by Suzanne Wright.
If Fifty Shades started off as a Twilight fanfic, I’m assuming How To Bang A Billionaire started as a Fifty Shades fanfic. I’ve had this book for about a billion and a half years, but it never got moved up the TBR due to that fact. But then it was time for the Superb Owl celebration and I had just finished reading a real clinker that I actually had high hopes for and I figured what the hell. No time like the present to get my smut on. And Alexis Hall has been my go-to over the years whenever I want something that makes me feel a little horny, baby. He writes good characters, there’s just enough angst, the dialogue is always witty and up until this point the smexytimes, while pretty hot, were delivered fade-to-black style.
So, as I said, this appears to have started off as some sort of “challenge accepted”/anything you can do I can do without making readers vomit better response to the nightmare which was 50 Shades. Good news is this features 100% less cringe-inducing “inner goddess” speak, a plot and steamy rather than barfy bang sessions. Bad news (which I knew before ever starting) is this is totally the start of a series and if you want any sort of wrapping up of things you would have to continue reading. I am not that girl, so I will be stopping with numero uno and just remain thankful this was not a shitshow like its inspiration.
Okay, I lie. That’s not all. I should mention if all buddy cop action films ended up with the two alpha males banging each other there’s a solid chance I’d spend more time watching movies with my husband. And rather than my normal response to an offer of “Netflix and Chill” . . . .
I’m not even going to get into the “gay for you” trope being one that is most likely offensive to a bulk of the population. It’s a porno. I can let a lot of things slide for the sake of the almighty sploosh. This was my first Mary Calmes (many thankings to Jilly for the rec) but it sure as shit won't be my last. All the starzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
This starts off with Ty and Zane having the sexiest sparring match in the history of pornography only to find out it is going to be the tropiest yum yum of all tropey yum yums and the only thing better than a fake relationship trope which is the:
WE ARE IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP, BUT NOW HAVE TO PRETEND TO BE IN AN ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP FOR OUR JOBS!!!
And in case you aren’t familiar with these books, that means these two alpha male special agent Feds are going undercover as a married gay couple to catch some sort of potential art thievery ring and the whole thing takes place on a cruise ship. I don’t think my heart can take it. Or my underwear drawer. I was flying through panties faster than a toupee in a hurricane!
I will absolutely be reading the other books in this series....more
Have you all met my friend Jilly???? If not, allow me to make a quick introduction here. You see, Jilly reads ALL SORTS of trash fine works. She’s also hilarious so she makes you want to read them too despite the fact that they often have simply terrible covers . . . . or titles . . . . or shapeshifting/alien main characters . . . . or plotlines. Basically, she’s this . . . . .
When I saw her reviewing this series last week I was super interested since I had actually heard of these before and discovered the pornbrary was all ready to hook me up with a checkout. (Confession: I really only wanted book 3 because it was tropey yumminess which I’ll talk about over on that review in about two seconds, but after reading about 7 pages of Fish and Chips I knew I didn’t want to skip the meet-not-so-cute between Ty and Zane). Previous sentence being written, these do work pretty well as standalones, but speaking from my own experience Cut and Run is not one to miss because about the thirty percent marker you’ll find yourself . . . .
Now I will come clean and say that I haven’t read much M/M, but I do read my fair share of pornos with a side of mystery and lemme tell you these two fellas??????
The sleuthing is about on par with any other “light” mystery – you get introduced to like 6 characters total so you know kind of right away who the bad guy probably is. Also these guys spent a lot more time banging in the shower than actually attempting to find a serial killer so you definitely need to have some serious leeway when it comes to whether a 40-hour work week is a requirement in your smut. But if you want to see if you can make your underpants combust simply via the written word, I highly recommend this series : )...more
I figured it was high time to stop reading actual books and get something porny. Kristen Ashley is an obvious go-to girl as I tend to at least tolerate her characters/storylines and the pornbrarian has a bevy of options available for download. What I did not know was this was the introduction to the Chaos motorcycle club books that I have been splooshing over for years.
Mystery Man is just that – a dude who picked our leading lady Gwen up in a bar a year and a half ago and who has been making occasional nighttime pleasure visits ever since. When Gwen finds herself caught up in a heap of trouble actually belonging to her sister, mystery man “Hawk” shows himself during daylight hours and stakes a claim on Gwen as his official woman. There’s only one problem – or make that two – Tack and Lawson, who both not only happen to have an involvement with the trouble brewing, but also an interest in our leading lady.
So there’s the basic plot, now let’s get to the important stuff that makes people read this shit in the first place . . . . .
Okay, so first of all Cabe “Hawk” Delgado is some sort of former commando turned question-marky “good” guy who owns a security company, lives in a ginormous warehouse and drives hot cars. Basically, he’s . . . .
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(Ranger from the Stephanie Plums if you don’t read all the literary classics like I do.)
And where there’s a Ranger, there has to be a Morelli, right? Enter Lawson the law man. (Think that’s lame? The other law guy’s name is Leo. Like Law Enforcement Officer? The creativity of KA is severely lacking.) When we meet him he’s described wearing a turtleneck so immediately all I could ever picture was . . . .
Here comes Tack. He gets his own book with Motorcycle Man later that really started me on this downward spiral of KA Kool-Aid drinking, but here he’s just one of the gang. He’s described with short hair and a long goatee of the salt-and-pepper variety, but I can’t help imagining this guy whenever he’s mentioned . . . .
And don’t you judge me because back in the day Kevin Nash was fucking fly for a white guy and he’s also about 7 feet tall and probably has a huge ding-a-ling so just STFU.
So there you have it regarding the dudes. My complaints about the substance are the same per usual when it comes to these books: (1) They are WAAAAAY too long (and a true LOL moment came when the author not only plugged her own series (Rock Chick), but also had Gwen (a book editor) say she would love a chance to work with the author. JFC – so do all of us readers. My kingdom for an editor to trim some of the fat!). (2) They are 100% formulaic with grunty caveman leading males who cannot speak in complete sentences and (again because they are never-fucking-ending) that gets tiring. (3) The sex is kind of terrible the more of them I read. I mean really these dudes are all supposed to be champs in the sack, but none of them know how to seal the deal without some external diddling???? (4) Break-up/make-up once is cool – three or four or seven times in one book is exhausting. But Imma still give it 4 Stars because I needed a timesuck and this delivered, I hopefully am not going to be on the predator watch list for continuing to watch questionably-aged young men airhump for me on the internets, I now know I will read the rest of this series, and Elvira was introduced in this one....more
Werewolf stories are one of the standard go-tos for me when I start to think it’s probablFind all of my reviews at: http://52bookminimum.blogspot.com/
Werewolf stories are one of the standard go-tos for me when I start to think it’s probably time to conduct some science experiments with my husband, if ya know what I’m sayin’. They tend to average about 3 Stars, follow similar storylines and one blends right into the other. But I still request them almost every time I see one available because . . . .
While there were the trademark wolfy story things like ooooooh that smell – can’t you smell that smell???? (this time it was “harvest spice, warm apple and wood smoke” for him and “dark-red fruit, coconut milk and black lace” (WTF does lace smell like?!?!?!?!) for her), a mystery to be solved, the two leads hating each other (which meant they waited until like page 2 to start banging), etc. – the difference this time was that she was a . . . . . .
That sounds like a yeast infection. Sorry husband, no science for you. Not to mention the trademark “claiming of her ass” that has to happen in all wolfporn WITH. NO. LUBE. W-T-Actual-F?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I guess he just used all that extra cheese from her taco to grease the poopshoot.
So this one didn’t work out so great for me or my sploosh factory, but Val liked it okay and she’s a better wolf ho than I am so I’m sure she’s the one who read it right.
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley!...more
I’ve wanted to read this sucker ever since the first time I saw it due to the super classy title and the fact that the fellar on the cover reminded me a bit of . . . .
However, I am fully aware of my limitations and knowing it was being released as a SERIAL (a/k/a the only thing more irritating to me than a series) was enough to keep me away. When another pervert who shall remain nameless *cough Shelby cough* informed me this was available for FREEEEEEEEEEEEE (go get you some RIGHT HERE) and it was the entire first book – not the first of the three part serial – I one-clicked that sumbitch as fast as my fat little fingers would let me. Then I went to my youngest’s baseball tournament and had multiple parents ask what I was reading. Good times.
The story here is of Cole and Hailey. Hailey is a silver-spoon type with a heart of gold from a family who has a hard time steering clear of scandal. Cole is a “fixer” of situations like those Hailey’s family is prone to getting involved with. Part security guard, part private investigator, part criminal – Cole and the other members of The Horus Group do whatever it takes to clean up messes. That knowledge has made Hailey keep her guard up, despite Cole’s animal magnetism. Normally that would be the best case scenario for Cole, but Hailey’s been crawling under his skin . . . .
“When I say you’re a distraction, I mean I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I wonder what the inside of your mouth tastes like and if you’d pull my hair when I go down on you.”
Imagine my surprise when there was a bit of plot thrown in for good measure. What starts as a simple TMZ type of story quickly morphs into a potential crime ring between a couple of squicky bad guys . . . . .
I also always figure I’ll hate the female lead never expected to get so many grins out of a story with a title like this, but Hailey’s internal voice was pretty freaking funny. No “inner goddess” here, she thought normal, self-deprecating things like . . . .
“I think about taking off the skirt, but it’s better that Cole not see the full extent of my thighs until after we’ve had sex. Plus I’m cute. You’re cute, I mouth at myself in the mirror. The chubby chick stares back, not quite believing me. You give Cole Parker a hard-on.”
And while there were some things that never jive with me like being so caught up in the moment a condom isn’t used without even taking 10 seconds to make sure no babies or STDs will be happening as well as some talk about being “slippery now, sloppy even” which is seriously . . . . .
I really couldn’t expect that NOT to happen in a book with a title such as this.
Additional props to the endless epilogues that didn’t waste too much of my time talking about the sappily ever after mumbo-jumbo, but instead talked more about how to . . . . .
I haven’t read a lot of M/M – mainly because the porny librarian must be the straightest Find all of my reviews at: http://52bookminimum.blogspot.com/
I haven’t read a lot of M/M – mainly because the porny librarian must be the straightest straight that ever straighted and doesn’t have a lot of them up for request. Hot Headwas always available for request, but I avoided it so I wouldn’t get drawn and quartered in the town square if I ended up disagreeing with all of my GR friends. But guess what??????
The story here is about Dante and Griffin, two firemen in Red Hook post 9/11. The two have been friends for as long as they can remember and Griff was practically adopted by Dante’s family when his mother passed away and his emotionally unavailble father became even more distant. Since Griffin’s wife divorced him, he’s noticed his feelings for Dante haven’t been quite as brotherly as they used to be. When Dante finds himself in a jam and in need of some quick cash before he loses his house he signs up on the local porn site “Hot Heads” where he will be paid to pull the pud or burp the worm or pump the stump or spank his crank or whatever wordsmithery is of your choosing. Dante discovers he can make even more money if he brings a friend to the shoot. Between Griff’s loyalty to his friend and his own curiosity regarding his feelings, he agrees to uhhhhh lend a hand *wink*. And then?????? This girl was on fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrreeeeeee . . . . .
Then I was told Griffin was a giant ginger and being the mother of white-trashy types of male humans I could only imagine Sheamus from WWE fame. I guess it could have been worse . . . .
The Anatomy of Jane wouldn’t have even popped up on my radar if it weren’t for a comment Find all of my reviews at: http://52bookminimum.blogspot.com/
The Anatomy of Jane wouldn’t have even popped up on my radar if it weren’t for a comment by Kathleen on another friend’s status (about something totally unrelated, of course). When I saw this plot was regarding the ol’ ménage à trois my reaction was a little like this . . .
Our female lead Jane has worked as a bartender/bookkeeper/seamstress/ for a local stripjoint. While Jane has tried to keep things on the up-and-up, unfortunately her loser boss has not been doing the same. Jane finds herself in need of an income and becomes a maid to the rich and famous. Enter Maxwell and Wes. Maxwell is an anchor of the Fox News variety. Wes is a Michelin starred chef. The two are in a closeted relationship (due to Maxwell), but due to a confidentiality agreement are not scurrred to make with the bangbang while Jane is doing her duty. When Jane catches them in the act, a confession ends up coming about . . .
“You and I have always been honest with each other about everything.”
“And . . .”
“And I want her. I want her in bed with us, and I know you want her, too.”
Which leads us to discovering just how many licks it takes to get to the center Wes and Maxwell’s tootsie pops . . .
I was expecting a whole lotta bang bang into my room I wanna go bang bang all over you, so imagine my surprise when this actually had a plot too. Stuff like family secrets and owing money to the wrong people and yada yada, but you’ll have to read the book to find out all the details for yourself.
I wasn’t expecting to enjoy this as much as I did. The sexystuffs were freakin’ sexy and while a polyamorous relationship generally is not my bag, I separated myself from reality and put myself in the fantasy enough that this one worked just fine. The only thing that really didn’t work????
Now I realize this was clearly marked as #1 in a series so I knew a cliffy was possible, but good Christ can a new tired trope get invented because the one used here is soooooooo overused and makes me want to get stabby.
Oh, and because I just know it’s coming from some freaking millennial who “doesn’t like labels” or wants to cry about some other offensive blahblahblah with respect to the terms I’ve used to describe this imaginary relationship while sitting their unemployed dumpers on their parents’ couch . . .
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Even though I have eleventy library books checked out, I'm reading this today because I think I caught a mutant strain of Man Flu and will be stuck at rainy baseball games all weekend instead of in bed where I belong. Dear Baseball Parents:
Since Stella’s mother died she’s been doing everything she can to keep her family’s ranchFind all of my reviews at: http://52bookminimum.blogspot.com/
Since Stella’s mother died she’s been doing everything she can to keep her family’s ranch while her father falls into a deeper pit of drinking and gambling. Now in debt up to her eyeballs, Stella has been left with only one choice – to put herself up on the block at the latest Mistress Auction and sell her virginity to the highest bidder during a 30-day contract. Little does she know the bidder (or in this case bidders) in question have plans for Stella for waaaaaay longer than the one month contract she believes she's signing up for . . .
Thanks to another terminal case of “traitorous body” Stella is down for some brotherly lovin’. If you’ve read any Alexa Riley previously you are probably well aware of where it goes from this point. First, our female lead gets a pet name. In this case “Lucky” since her vajay is oh so magically delicious and all that . . .
Since this is a two-for-the-price-of-one storyline, there’s also the matter of figuring out which tab goes into which hole (Spoiler Alert: EVERY tab goes in EVERY hole). Three stars because yeah, I am just not a fan of all the wheezing of the juice that Riley likes to go on and on about and also because everyone knows you NEVER cross streams!
Many thanks to the most perverted of all book fairies (you know who you are) who keeps me in smut when work is super cray and my car is being an asshole. ...more
By this point hopefully you��re all familiar with the Belcher family – specifically the chFind all of my reviews at: http://52bookminimum.blogspot.com/
By this point hopefully you’re all familiar with the Belcher family – specifically the children . . .
Luckily they are pretty good at storytelling. Bob’s Burgers: Medium Rare features several tales by each of the kiddos.
Louise’s stories are full of adventure . . .
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(If you didn’t know the correct answer to the above is “a butt” you might not be qualified to read this selection.)
and include a trip into a mysterious tunnel discovered in the restaurant’s basement, to a Wonder Wharf ride that may just interrupt the time/space continuum, to the search for ingredients to make the perfect burger of the day . . .
Gene lets everyone in on his secret double-life, as well as retellings of a couple of classics like Genederella and a little story involving a trip through a crazy cat lady’s closet . . . .
Tina’s erotic friend fictions include Tina utilizing a cloning machine that was invented for the science fair in order to make some back-up dancers for Jimmy Junior, Jungle Tina, Tina Bond and Tinablanca. Each of the above focus on the most important things in life . . .
I do have to admit as a mother I really appreciated "Linda's Attempt to Take a Nice Family Picture in Front of the Restaurant (and How it Always Goes Wrong)."
The art remained true to the television program and the variant covers were really something to write home about . . .
Especially when they pretty much are example of what your own home does look like.
My friend Brea turned me on to this little beauty sitting on NetGalley as a “Read Now” selection. I’m not much for reading e-versions of comics, but Bob’s Burgers definitely deserved to be an exception to the rule.
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley! ...more
Okay, so it might really only be Tuesday, but for Andi it is most definitely HUMP DAAAAAAAAAAY (or week even).
I requested this because some jerk who shall remain nameless likes to do drive-by shootings on reviews, leaving links to titles like these in her wake. Then said person somehow DOESN’T get approved for the book while I do. Probably because of karma. Even my husband was shocked when I told him what this was about. He was like “uhhhhhh, aren’t you like TOTALLY FUCKING a little too vanilla for that?!?!?!?!” And I was like . . .
That thing was awesome! I feel like I sweated out 10 pounds and even though it had a convenient pouch up front for me to store a roll of quarters it was impossible to access so I couldn’t buy myself treats from the vending machine while I was reading this on my break.
I’ll be the first to admit I am turrrrrrrible when it comes to the sexytimes books – but please believe me when I say I don’t actively seek them out in order to hate on them. Occasionally (*cough* Ugly Love *cough*) things work out well . . .
and I thought that might be the case with 4-Ever Theirs (I was even willing to ignore the flashing warning sign which was the use of text speak in the title). I also had to ignore the absolutely ridiculous and completely overplayed “girl almost gets raped and the only cure for what ails her is a massive amount of dong.” Dear Authors (especially women authors) – Using this trope is pretty much a dick move. Stop doing it. Gals like me have a limited amount of free time as it is. I just want to get to the splooshy stuff and stuff like this makes my ladybits go from . . .
But I digress. The basic synopsis is that Andi has lived with Cooper, Simon and Reed throughout college. It’s the week before graduation and Andi is ready to let her freak flag fly. After saving Andi from Bill Cosby rando strange at a sex club, Andi lets the boys in on her sexual bucketlist. Being the best roommates imaginable, the boys are 100% in and confess that they have all fantasized about the same thing. It’s hard not to when you live with a dreamgirl like Andi . . .
Everyone agrees they will have one night each with Andi culminating in the grand shebang (hehehehehe) the night before graduation where they will all . . .
swordplay (just in case you were concerned because that isn’t your thing).
And there you have it. This gets 2 Stars (which from me on erotica is pretty damn decent) because of the aforementioned contrived drama which led to the sex happening in the first place and then for the sexytimes themselves. Right when I was …… uhhhhhh getting interested in my research project again something would happen to impede my progress. The use of the term “channel” has been discussed by me (and others) before. Not good imagery. Neither is the “back passage.” Seriously? And I don’t ever want my mouth to be devoured . . .
You better have received your approval for this too. Good Christ the things I let myself get talked into. Anyone got any nice oceanfront property in the middle of the Sahara they'd like to sell me?...more
Sadly, Tear was about the most vapid waste of time I’ve spent in recent memory. HOWEVER, with that being said let me tell you this cost zero dollars and is so far the only Rachel Van Dyken I haven’t enjoyed. Okay, “enjoyed” might be a bit of an understatement. I had dabbled unsuccessfully in NA a bit before stumbling across The Consequence of Loving Colton. That book made me ask . . .
I’ve since read a couple other Van Dyken stories with nearly the same reaction, but this one? This was nothing but a baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad Twilight knock-off. Tear is the story of Natalee – 18 years old and never been kissed. All that changes when brothers (and members of the band One Direction AD2) Alec and Dimitri transfer “far away from their homeland” (*cough Canada cough*) to her school (in Oregon) and she experiences an “intense exchange” when one of them retrieves her fallen pen . . . .
It doesn’t take long for the other brother to single her out as well and then???? Well, what’s a girl to do? I mean really who could blame her? These fellas fell straight out of a Men At Work song – all 6’4” and full of muscle. They also apparently doused themselves in some form of pheromone-containing cologne “probably Abercrombie” (which must mean they smelled like baby prostitutes) and Natalee got all . . .
Now, I’m not opposed to stories with love triangles and I’m not even opposed to a bit of unhealthy obsession in my romance (I freely admit I enjoyed Twilight just fine). I do, however, have a BIG problem with the female lead going from not being allowed to wear make-up (by 100% absentee parents, no less) – to being allowed to sleep over at the rockstars’ house, to being unsure if she would be able to say NO when necessary because “every time I was in his arms I felt wanted.” Just no. Not to mention Brother 1 was a rapey über creep. In MY OPINION Natalee should have had a couple of dates with him until his true personality was exposed and then jumped ship into the arms of Brother 2 without all of the back-and-forth drama llama bullshit. Instead, the entire story had me saying . . .
Sorry Ms. Van Dyken that I had to 1 Star your book. Good news is I’m still anxiously awaiting the release of The Consequence of Seduction. Hopefully this didn’t put me on the naughty list. And just in case the big guy is reading this . . . .
The combo of me being 1,000 years old, boringly married, and a resident of flyover countrFind all of my reviews at: http://52bookminimum.blogspot.com/
The combo of me being 1,000 years old, boringly married, and a resident of flyover country means I had zero prior knowledge of such things as “Craigslist Anonymous Sex Parties” even existing. I thought all Craigslist dates ended kinda like this . . . .
So naïve I am. I am also not a user of the Twatter so I was intrigued by the idea of a 1 hour writing challenge done as a 140 character at a time serial and the . . .
Well, actually they were butts, but they were still really unsafe for work and would probably get me banned if I used them in my “review” (FYI – there are lots of sexytimes butt pictures of Joe Manganiello on the Tumblr. LOTS.) so I had to settle for gifs like this . . .
So anyway, enough of my drunken gif hunting – let’s get to the book. This was a wolfy porno . . . errrr, excuse me – a “paranormal romance.” Wouldn’t want to be accused of being not politically correct on the ol’ Goodreads. I chose to read this one for scientific purposes. There is totally a full moon coming up plus Halloween and I have to make sure I’m prepared for any werewolves who come creeping out of the woods behind my house . . .
How to Flirt with a Naked Werewolf begins with our female lead Mo making a break from her extremely over-involved parents at nearly 30 years old. With a little money saved she decides to head as far away as possible without changing continents and winds up in Grundy, Alaska. It’s there Mo begins to find herself, make new friends, begin a new career . . . and help the naked fella who winds up on her front porch with a bear trap around his ankle?????
Turns out Cooper, the local yokel who has been the least receptive of Mo, also happens to be a werewolf . . .
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(Sidenote: What other man could possibly look sexy while holding a roll of asswipe??? I mean really.)
There’s one more thing about him too . . .
“Well, that cinched it. He was an asshole. I was definitely going to end up sleeping with him.”
Hehehehe. OF COURSE SHE IS! That’s the only reason gals like me even read this stuff. There was also some mystery involved (because there is always some sort of mystery involved in these books) about missing hikers getting killed by wolves and Cooper thinking he might be the big bad wolf and yada yada yada, but really it was all about the smex – which there wasn’t a lot of but what there was made me wanna Channing all over my Tatum . . . .
I’m giving this 3.5 Stars. Probably because I’m an asshole. If it’s on your TBR – read it. My 3.5 is the equivalent of 17.5 for any normal human. For me the story was just a bit too familiar, the mystery was solvable immediately, and it ran a touch too long. I was also hoping for something . . . more with regard to Mo’s parents and her weird “one with nature” upbringing and was a bit disappointed that it didn’t deliver . . . but maybe it does in the next book???? Who knows?
How to Flirt with a Naked Werewolf ended up on my TBR due to Casey's recommendation. Do you know Casey? She’s just about the most adorable person I’ve ever seen and she’s also a filthy, filthy pervert. Best of both worlds right there : )...more
When I got a bad case of the giggles while picking this up I thought I was just being a dFind all of my reviews at: http://52bookminimum.blogspot.com/
When I got a bad case of the giggles while picking this up I thought I was just being a dirty old lady with the mentality of a 12-year old. However, it turns out this book is about exactly what I thought it was going to be about. Bottoms is an art book that cuts out the middle man and focuses on the TRUE subject matter that is worthy of appreciation in pieces of art . . .
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