Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Romantic Pick of the Week


A hilarious, sexy, addictive, up all night read. Yes, I found yet another one, and it wasn't at all what I expected either. With its Erotica classification and descriptive cover, I figured I was in for yet another mundane erotica read. What I got was a laugh-out-load, sexually charged Chic-Lit read that I couldn't get enough of. Let's just say it's more akin to Bridget Jones, not Fifty Shades, which is a good thing.

Fan-fiction aside, this was a pretty good read. Hilarious, with just a bit of raunchiness, it satisfied without being too cliched or perfect. However, yes, it was definitely written with the reader in mind, but I ask what's wrong with that? Sometimes you just need a little bit of self-indulgent romantic fun, that doesn't leave you bored or a little sad.

Better written than Fifty Shades by a long stretch, I feel a little less guilty in indulging in this bit of Twilight Fanfic. Still not a literary masterpiece, but if you take it for what it is, you may be in for an enjoyable read as well.
Caroline has a fantastic new apartment in San Francisco, a KitchenAid mixer, and no O (and we're not talking Oprah here, folks). She has a flourishing design career, an office overlooking the bay, a killer zucchini bread recipe, and no O. She has Clive (the best cat ever), great friends, a great rack, and no O. Adding insult to O-less, since her move, she has an oversexed neighbor with the loudest late-night wallbanging she's ever heard. Each moan, spank, and--was that a meow?--punctuates the fact that not only is she losing sleep, she still has, yep, you guessed it, no O.

Enter Simon Parker. (No, really, Simon, please enter.) When the wallbanging threatens to literally bounce her out of bed, Caroline, clad in sexual frustration and a pink baby-doll nightie, confronts her heard-but-never-seen neighbor. Their late-night hallway encounter has, well, mixed results. Ahem. With walls this thin, the tension's gonna be thick... In her third novel, Alice Clayton returns to dish her trademark mix of silly and steamy. Banter, barbs, and strutting pussycats, plus the sexiest apple pie ever made, are dunked in a hot tub and set against the gorgeous San Francisco skyline in this hot and hilarious tale of exasperation at first sight.
-Life is too Short to Read a Bad Book-

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