4 Stars
The Baller popped up on my radar screen due to Casey (along with her merry band of perverts) reading a different Vi Keeland book . . . but referencing this one in the review. This just so happened to be the only Keeland story my library had available for request (for shame, porny librarian – you are failing here!). It also had a cover that pert near guar-an-teed an education regarding the ins and outs (hehehehe) of the NFL and since football season is right around the corner, I was ready to make the sacrifice. My reaction upon finishing??????
Okay, so the story is that Delilah has worked her way up through the network and has a new job as a professional sportscaster. Delilah’s first on-air interview is with star quarterback Brody who definitely leaves a lasting impression . . .
Delilah thinks she’s being hazed for daring to be a woman in a man’s industry, but in reality . . .
“You have a dirty mouth.”
“This dirty mouth wants to do dirty things to you.”
I mean really, Delilah . . . .
OF COURSE eventually Brody and his filthy mouth wear her down and when he did . . . .
“Available or taken?” His answer had been “neither” during the pre-intereview, which I thought was a pretty interesting and accurate description of his dating life. He wasn’t taken, but he also wasn’t available. Only this time when I asked the question, his response caught me off guard.” Taken.” He could see the confusion on my face, but I quickly jumped back into reporter mode. “Really? Is this new?” “It is.” “How new.” “So new, she doesn’t even know it yet.”
And then . . . .
Nearly everything worked for me when it came to this book. Even the angsty, tear-us-apart bullshit couldn’t really deter my enjoyment. And Brody????? The perfect leading male for me. Not only was I able to picture a super-hunky former quarterback as the lead . . .
(Seriously, just STFU if you have any smack to talk on Jesse Palmer. I have zero clue about his quarterbacking ability and I also give zero shits about it. All I know is when I see his face on Good Morning America my lady bits go beep.)
Where was I????? Oh yeah, not only was Brody a super hunk, but he was flippin’ hilarious. I do okay with super alpha alphas when they are in werewolf or biker form, but the true winner of my heart is the cocksure (hehehehehe) dude who delivers the hardy-hars.
Really the only complaint I have is with the Plain White Tees who managed to absolutely RUIN the name Delilah for me. Good Christ if I don’t get their effing song out of my head soon . . . .
Now . . . .
(^^^^That’s fat girl talk for doing the dibbity.)
I also need a real big favor. Someone call the porny librarian and demand every other Vi Keeland book get purchased stat. I think I wore out my welcome and other patrons are asking for Pulitzer winners and shit get ordered because they are stupid and haven’t discovered the amazing world of smut.
Okay, so the story is that Delilah has worked her way up through the network and has a new job as a professional sportscaster. Delilah’s first on-air interview is with star quarterback Brody who definitely leaves a lasting impression . . .
Delilah thinks she’s being hazed for daring to be a woman in a man’s industry, but in reality . . .
“You have a dirty mouth.”
“This dirty mouth wants to do dirty things to you.”
I mean really, Delilah . . . .
OF COURSE eventually Brody and his filthy mouth wear her down and when he did . . . .
“Available or taken?” His answer had been “neither” during the pre-intereview, which I thought was a pretty interesting and accurate description of his dating life. He wasn’t taken, but he also wasn’t available. Only this time when I asked the question, his response caught me off guard.” Taken.” He could see the confusion on my face, but I quickly jumped back into reporter mode. “Really? Is this new?” “It is.” “How new.” “So new, she doesn’t even know it yet.”
And then . . . .
Nearly everything worked for me when it came to this book. Even the angsty, tear-us-apart bullshit couldn’t really deter my enjoyment. And Brody????? The perfect leading male for me. Not only was I able to picture a super-hunky former quarterback as the lead . . .
(Seriously, just STFU if you have any smack to talk on Jesse Palmer. I have zero clue about his quarterbacking ability and I also give zero shits about it. All I know is when I see his face on Good Morning America my lady bits go beep.)
Where was I????? Oh yeah, not only was Brody a super hunk, but he was flippin’ hilarious. I do okay with super alpha alphas when they are in werewolf or biker form, but the true winner of my heart is the cocksure (hehehehehe) dude who delivers the hardy-hars.
Really the only complaint I have is with the Plain White Tees who managed to absolutely RUIN the name Delilah for me. Good Christ if I don’t get their effing song out of my head soon . . . .
Now . . . .
(^^^^That’s fat girl talk for doing the dibbity.)
I also need a real big favor. Someone call the porny librarian and demand every other Vi Keeland book get purchased stat. I think I wore out my welcome and other patrons are asking for Pulitzer winners and shit get ordered because they are stupid and haven’t discovered the amazing world of smut.
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