Wonderfully awkward, laugh out loud and slow burning romance. You can certainly spend a nice time with a smile on your face while reading this book.
About the plot: Ruby Scott is a mess and has trouble dealing with financial independence. As an aspiring dancer and actress on Broadway it’s not easy to find a job for her. She also wants to prove to her father that she is able to make it in her own way. Her ‘be or not to be’ is another audition. But a night earlier at the friend’s engagement party, she falls into hands of a handsome stranger who surprises her with a passionate kiss, which ends with … the flu. Thus collapses audition.
“I’m crossing everything that it goes well tomorrow. I’d even cross my vagina lips if they hung low enough.”
Her friend comes to her rescue with a perfect solution. She have to take care of some guy’s animals during his trips. Fate wanted the owner of the pets, Bancroft Mills, is the same guy who infected her. To compensate for her difficulties he offers her a place to live and work.
Fortunately or not, they both feel chemistry, but new work and housing problems can efficiently complicate the development of this attraction.
“This man is like a nuclear bomb of sexy, just waiting to go off. I’m honestly surprised women aren’t super-gluing themselves to his body like in one of those men’s spray deodorant commercials.”
My thoughts: This is a really hilarious story. The heroine is AMAZING. Wonderfully awkward, her inner monologues, and what comes out of her mouth makes you laugh out loud. And her banter with Bane, just another kind of fun.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s not polite to ogle?”
His gaze lifts to mine and he leans in close, voice dropping to a whisper as if he’s about to tell me a secret. “I’m not always polite.”
Better can only be that the hero is damn hot. He was the athlete who now develops his interest in the family business.I have moments of weakness for scenes with animals. And not just any animals. He has a tarantula and a ferret! Yes, a ferret! How awesome is that? His love for her softened my heart, SO CUTE.
Helena Hunting with this combination of hot and charming ruined me for the hero in the best way possibile. In general the characters are a very strong part of this story. They have a distinctive, individual personalities and burning hot chemistry with each other. It’s dirty and so deliciously good.
“See something you like?”
“I like the entire package, but the one inside those shorts wins all the awards.”
So why four stars? The thing is that because of the situation in which they found themselves – a long distance – it a bit too slow developed. Although I may not be crazy about it, I still enjoy it a lot. It’s a very well built and awesome reading.
This is for you if you like: funny heroines, ex rugby players, laugh out loud moments, slow burn story, roommates situation, steamy scenes.
She taps the arm of her chair and regards me for a few seconds. “So . . . that woman you were with at the engagement party, I’m guessing she’s not your girlfriend or anything? I don’t need to worry about her freaking out because another woman is living in your condo?”
“You mean Brittany? Uh, no. She’s definitely not my girlfriend.”
“Good to know.”
“With all the travel a girlfriend hasn’t been all that practical.”
She cocks her head. “What do you mean?”
“When I played professional rugby I was on the road a lot. And now it seems like I’ll be on the road more than I anticipated. At least for a while. It makes it difficult to get involved.”
“Ah. I understand. Theater is challenging like that, too. The hours are odd since performances are typically in the evenings and on the weekends. Unless you’re dating another actor it’s not very practical.” She dips her spoon in her dessert again. “So that Brittany chick was just meant to be a hookup then?”
I’m sure Brittany would’ve been good with the hookup part, but I don’t mention that to Ruby. “I went out with her as a favor.”
She grimaces. “Wow, that’s some favor.”
“She’s not that bad.” I’m not sure why I’m defending Brittany, other than it seems to irritate Ruby.
“She called me a slut!”
“Well, you were kissing me, so . . .” I have to bite back the smile at her incredulity.
She points her spoon at me, her annoyance clear. “You kissed me.”
I shift an arm behind my head. “You didn’t put up much of a fight.”
Her mouth drops open and snaps shut just as quickly. It’s the same reaction I got out of her the other day when I brought the same thing up at the restaurant.
Her eyes narrow into slits. I bet she’s a real firecracker when she’s angry. I sort of want to push her buttons just to see what happens when she goes off. I bet angry fucking with her would be incredible. I wonder if she’s a hair puller, or a biter, or a scratcher. Wow. That got dirty fast.
She narrows her eyes. “We are not talking about this.”
“About you kissing me back? I wasn’t going to bring it up, but now that we’re on the subject—”
“Consider it un-brought-up.” Her cheeks flush.
I can’t help myself. I keep pushing. “No way. You as much as admitted that you kissed me back, right there. You opened the door. I’m walking through it. Why would you kiss a complete stranger?”
“I said I wasn’t talking about this.” The pink in her cheeks rises to the tips of her ears.
This is way too much fun. She’s got one hell of an angry glare going on. “I’m leaving you in my house for more than a month, alone. I need to be certain you have sound judgment.”
“I’ll have you know my judgment is usually very sound. However, when an incredibly attractive man surprises me with his tongue in my mouth, the most logical response is to kiss back.”
“You think I’m incredibly attractive?”
She rolls her eyes. “Of course that’s the part you choose to focus on. You see yourself in the mirror every day. You can’t tell me you don’t know you’re nice to look at. I’m just stating a fact.”
My ego inflates a little at this. I know I’m not unattractive, but my nose has been broken a couple of times, and there’s a bump I can’t ever get rid of without plastic surgery. I’ve had knee surgery and I’m not great under anesthetic, so I’d prefer to avoid that scenario. I also have a few small facial scars from playing rugby all those years, which, in the environment I grew up in, takes me down a few points on the desirability scale. Not that I give a fuck. It’s my mother who seems to be worried about it, as she does about every line and gray hair. It’s a blessing I don’t have any sisters.
I see. So you’re telling me if any incredibly attractive man did what I did, you’d respond the exact same way.”
“Now you’re generalizing. It’s circumstantial.”
“What do you mean by circumstantial?”
“Well, I guess I assumed you had to be a guest at the engagement party.”
“So that made it okay to kiss a stranger? Because we were attending the same event?”
She pauses with her spoon at her lips. “That’s not what I said.”
“It sounds like that’s what you’re implying.” That spoons slips into her mouth and she licks it clean before she responds. The entire time I’m thinking increasingly dirty thoughts about that tongue of hers.
She flounders a little. “It’s not like I was at some seedy bar with seedy douches. It was an engagement party.”
“So that makes me better somehow?”
“Are you always this antagonistic?” She throws up her hands. “You kissed me. You smelled good and you’re good with your tongue so I went with it. Stop judging me.”
“I’m not judging, I’m just asking. So on top of being incredibly attractive and smelling good I’m also an excellent kisser.”
“I never said excellent, you added your own adjective. And if you keep talking about how attractive you are you’ll go from a ten to a nine pretty fast.”
About The Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.