3 Stars
Drew Baylor is the star quarterback for the football team who has a reputation for being a player both on and off the field. Anna Jones is a curvy girl-next-door type who has zero interest being another notch on Baylor’s bedpost. You know what that means, right?
I noticed Mrs. Joseph reading another book in this series and it peaked my interest because of . . .
Mmmmmmmm, beard. Unfortunately the porny liburry did not that one available on Kindle so I had to settle for this one instead. Allow me a moment to go off the rails here (so unusual for me, I know). Praise Jeebus the library had THIS cover . . .
Because YUM and I’ll take that with cheese. If the alternate cover would have been my option . . .
I probably would have skipped it. I don’t want to make the sexy with that guy. Just a note to authors that books are indeed judged by their covers. Especially pornos. You have two options – abtastic with an “accessory” (a football, motorcycle, tattoos, beard, whatevs) or “I wanna bang that tiger in the hoodie” like such . . .
I really need to buy that book. Alright, enough of that. Let’s get back on track – or as much on track as is possible for me. So Caleb and Anna meet in philosophy class or some crap that I can’t really be bothered to remember because really I just read these for . . .
#sploosh.
His reputation proceeds him, she has body issues and whatever that she seriously needs to work out because damn girl high school ended quite some time ago and no one ever bothered you at college until you started banging superstud because DUH jealous hos. However, lucky for us readers they see each other at a party and both have an itch that needs scratching so you know what that means . . .
And let me tell you, those bathroom sexytimes were H.O.T. Whoooooooooo doggy . . .
Of course, this being NA there had to be that little thing that gets in the way called an attempt at a plot. While Drew (did I call him Caleb somewhere because I seriously keep wanting to type Caleb and I’m not even gonna go check myself) and Anna quickly realize that much like the Usher song, they got it they got it bad . . .
(#droooooool #homersimpsonnoise)
It is not without angst and manufactured drama that is supposed to make you all . . . .
But instead makes me more like this . . .
The Game Plan could have earned 4 Stars, but I’m sticking with three because seriously enough is e-mothereffing-nuff with the drama llama and this could have easily been a hundred pages shorter and wrapped up without me getting stabby.
I noticed Mrs. Joseph reading another book in this series and it peaked my interest because of . . .
Mmmmmmmm, beard. Unfortunately the porny liburry did not that one available on Kindle so I had to settle for this one instead. Allow me a moment to go off the rails here (so unusual for me, I know). Praise Jeebus the library had THIS cover . . .
Because YUM and I’ll take that with cheese. If the alternate cover would have been my option . . .
I probably would have skipped it. I don’t want to make the sexy with that guy. Just a note to authors that books are indeed judged by their covers. Especially pornos. You have two options – abtastic with an “accessory” (a football, motorcycle, tattoos, beard, whatevs) or “I wanna bang that tiger in the hoodie” like such . . .
I really need to buy that book. Alright, enough of that. Let’s get back on track – or as much on track as is possible for me. So Caleb and Anna meet in philosophy class or some crap that I can’t really be bothered to remember because really I just read these for . . .
#sploosh.
His reputation proceeds him, she has body issues and whatever that she seriously needs to work out because damn girl high school ended quite some time ago and no one ever bothered you at college until you started banging superstud because DUH jealous hos. However, lucky for us readers they see each other at a party and both have an itch that needs scratching so you know what that means . . .
And let me tell you, those bathroom sexytimes were H.O.T. Whoooooooooo doggy . . .
Of course, this being NA there had to be that little thing that gets in the way called an attempt at a plot. While Drew (did I call him Caleb somewhere because I seriously keep wanting to type Caleb and I’m not even gonna go check myself) and Anna quickly realize that much like the Usher song, they got it they got it bad . . .
(#droooooool #homersimpsonnoise)
It is not without angst and manufactured drama that is supposed to make you all . . . .
But instead makes me more like this . . .
The Game Plan could have earned 4 Stars, but I’m sticking with three because seriously enough is e-mothereffing-nuff with the drama llama and this could have easily been a hundred pages shorter and wrapped up without me getting stabby.
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