Nothing ventured, nothing banged…
I still don’t know how it happened. One minute I was arguing with my arrogant competitor–our usual trash-talk over who deserves the larger commission. But somehow I went from throwing down to kneeling down…
It can never happen again. I don’t even like Braht. He’s too slick. He’s a manipulating mansplaining party boy in preppy clothes.
So why can’t I get him out of my head?
There are two things I know without question. One: Ash and I are destined for each other. Two: never trust a man with a unibrow.
Ash is my missing my piece. She’s the sweet cream to my gourmet espresso. And nothing gets me going faster than her contempt for me. They don’t call her the Ashkicker for nothing.
Eventually I’ll win her over…if my past doesn’t ruin everything first.
Technically, there was nothing to dislike about this book. The beginning, middle and end were solid. In comparison to a lot of the other mass produced romance novels these days, this one stood out. A seemingly one of a kind plot, strong characters and backstories. Nothing was too out of the ordinary, or too extra in a way that would induce me to shut the book and go on to the next book.
It was a solid story.
After I read the first story in this series, Man Hands, I was intrigued by the side characters in the story. Ashley & Braht. That happens a lot to me. Side characters who are WAY more appealing than the couple I’m actually supposed to be focused on.
I ordered this the second it was released, and on my credit card that I’ve vowed not to use, and finished it the same day. Martin Luther King Jr. Day to be exact. And I found that…this one wasn’t as funny, or memorable as the first. In my opinion, a large portion of the story was focused on Ashley’s issues with her ex while an appropriate amount was focused on Braht. I feel that his backstory was revealed well, while we were assaulted with hers from the second the book opened, and we never stopped hearing about it.
And in the end we learned that he wasn’t concerned about her in the LEAST.
When I read reviews of this book on Goodreads a lot of people expressed their dislike of Breath. He’s very metrosexual and into taking care of himself. A lot of their reasons revolved around the fact that that’s not the kind of man they’re interested in, or that he was too feminine for them to be interested in.
I disagreed wholeheartedly. This may be the only story where I’ve read a hero who wasn’t the most macho man of macho town in macho world.
Like have some versatility.
Start dating men who have clean nails and take baths.
The only question I had was….uh…wouldn’t their personalities somewhat clash? They’re both very into their appearance, and there was even a scene where they argued about who would sit in the bathroom the longest.
These authors…are obsessed with nipples.
Nipple all over the place.
Nipples were mentioned 30 times in this book, and like six of those times were during sex. The other time were just to mention how turned on she was.
Whose nipples were hard that often? Maybe I’m doing something wrong.
Also, bratwurst. The hero’s name is Braht, and I wasn’t aware of how that was pronounced until he mentioned that he was named after a damn sausage. Cue a hundred mentions of a sausage.
Steam Level – semi nonexistent. There was sex, but at times it felt like a story without that element. The first one was waaaay more explicit.
– Good story, but nothing worth running home to. I probably wouldn’t reread unless I felt a need. I am excited for the third book in the series (if there is one).