3 Stars
I posted the review for the first in this series yesterday while confessing that I read them out of order because #2 was on NetGalley and I had to beg the porny librarian to buy this one for me. The premise here is that Amalie is getting ready to marry . . . . some dude. I can’t remember his name so we’ll just call him Dick Punch since that’s what he needs. Anyway, it’s their wedding day and thanks to a pretty good church PA system, all of the guests get to enjoy the soothing sounds of Dick Punch receiving a blowie from the local whore. I know I know, girls aren’t allowed to call other girls whores and I promise that . . . .
But all bets are off when someone’s got my fiancé’s wang in their mouth.
Completely humiliated, Amalie doesn’t know how she’ll face everyone. That’s when it’s great to have a best friend to helphide the body step in and take care of things. Enter Ruby who convinces Amalie to cash in Dick Punch’s plane ticket, use his credit cards and take . . . .
This next part probably doesn’t matter anymore because I’m sure the cat is out of the bag at this point, but the author requested the love interest not be named, so I’m following orders. I will say, though, now that I’ve read both books that this is the only available dude from book one, so . . . . .
But whatever. Anyway, Amalie and . . . .
(Ha! Get it? He Who Must Not Be Named? I’m hilarious.)
End up on the same flight going to the same destination and he makes her an offer she can’t refuse . . . .
Except, ya know, they aren’t in Nevada, but instead they’re . . . . .
If you’re looking for lots of the sexuals, this one has waaaaaaay more than Shacking Up. Unfortunately I didn’t like it as much and it’s all Amalie’s fault . . . .
He Who Shall Not Be Named was definitely splooshable, but she kept killing my ladyboner by being the kind of girl who is the reason why the rest of us can’t have nice things: She was a wimp, she was going to marry a Dick Punch she didn’t really know and who was barfable before he ever got a BJ at their nuptials, and she was a phony to boot and pretended to be all vanilla but then brought a suitcase full of sex toys on their honeymoon to show Dick Punch the “real her” or some such noise. Really? An entire freaking suitcase????
That seems excessive.
Anyway, this gets 3 Stars which still isn’t bad for me. Ya’ll will probably be able to ignore Amalie, focus on He Who Shall Not Be Named and surprise your husband with a selection from your giant trunk of sex appliances after you finish reading this one.
ARC provided by NetGalley about 152 years ago in exchange for an honest review. Thanks NetGalley!
But all bets are off when someone’s got my fiancé’s wang in their mouth.
Completely humiliated, Amalie doesn’t know how she’ll face everyone. That’s when it’s great to have a best friend to help
This next part probably doesn’t matter anymore because I’m sure the cat is out of the bag at this point, but the author requested the love interest not be named, so I’m following orders. I will say, though, now that I’ve read both books that this is the only available dude from book one, so . . . . .
But whatever. Anyway, Amalie and . . . .
(Ha! Get it? He Who Must Not Be Named? I’m hilarious.)
End up on the same flight going to the same destination and he makes her an offer she can’t refuse . . . .
Except, ya know, they aren’t in Nevada, but instead they’re . . . . .
If you’re looking for lots of the sexuals, this one has waaaaaaay more than Shacking Up. Unfortunately I didn’t like it as much and it’s all Amalie’s fault . . . .
He Who Shall Not Be Named was definitely splooshable, but she kept killing my ladyboner by being the kind of girl who is the reason why the rest of us can’t have nice things: She was a wimp, she was going to marry a Dick Punch she didn’t really know and who was barfable before he ever got a BJ at their nuptials, and she was a phony to boot and pretended to be all vanilla but then brought a suitcase full of sex toys on their honeymoon to show Dick Punch the “real her” or some such noise. Really? An entire freaking suitcase????
That seems excessive.
Anyway, this gets 3 Stars which still isn’t bad for me. Ya’ll will probably be able to ignore Amalie, focus on He Who Shall Not Be Named and surprise your husband with a selection from your giant trunk of sex appliances after you finish reading this one.
ARC provided by NetGalley about 152 years ago in exchange for an honest review. Thanks NetGalley!
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