If there’s one thing Cleo Reynolds knows, it’s that she’s not into Adrian King.
The son of a model with the looks to prove it, the experienced author of her school newspaper’s sex advice column, the cocky playboy with a hint of darkness. That Adrian King.
Nope. Nuh-uh. No way.
The problem is, he’s very into her.
After accidentally flashing him, and slightly-less-accidentally-but-still-totally-unintentionally making out with him in front of the whole class, she expects to be called crazy. Instead, he asks her out.
Cleo’s determined not to end up as another notch on his bedpost. Except she hasn’t done…you know…it in a while. (Read: ever.) And as a girl who pays her tuition by writing all the sex scenes in her roommate’s bestselling romance series, the lack of inspiration has served up a fat slice of writer’s block.
Until her roommate proposes that Cleo and Adrian act out all the steamy scenes in her book.
It’s just research. No feelings involved.
A ROCK CHICK FAIRY BOOK REVIEW
I was given an ARC in exchange for an honest review
Do you want a short, funny and darn hot book? I guarantee you, this one is for you!
This is such a cute and hot read. I know, I know, that's quite a combination, but I stand by my description. This couple really manage to fall on the cute category as well as hot. How many times did I mention hot? Haha! IT IS!! IT IS!!
With the length of this book, you'd think that the story would be quite simple. The erotica writer meets the hottest guy on campus, they hit it off and do fun stuff together for the sake of research and inspiration. No siree.. It's not that simple! No, no, no. It's way more than that!
To me, this story is about a girl who's trying to find the confidence that she lost to the wrong guy. It's also about a guy who has to convince his unrequited love that they're perfect for each other.
Most scenes in this book are about how Adrian woos Cleo. He has to prove himself first if he wants to get her on board because he has some kind of a reputation with the ladies. It's so cute! And lovable and hot!!! :) As a reader, I appreciated Adrian's POV. He's not only determined, he's also very concerned about Cleo. It's nice! He's like this nice guy who has a hot streak. Ladies, you'll love him!!! Not that I don't like Cleo, because I do. I totally do. She and her room mate are a blast!! They say the funniest things when they're together. What I love best about this is Cleo is a true blue funny girl all throughout the book. She's not different around Adrian. My total laugh-out-loud moment with her together with Adrian is this:
“Goddammit, Marie,” I yell, slamming my bedroom door and stalking across the kitchen. “What, are you gonna pretend like you lost your key just so you can catch me masturbating again—”
The door opens, and the Sex King is framed in my doorway.
He raises one eyebrow. “Again?”
I panic. “Masturbating is actually Venezuelan for ‘doing homework on the couch in a totally nonsexual way.’ We only speak Venezuelan in this apartment. Mangez-moi?”
“That’s French.” He leans against the door frame, hands tucked into his pockets, his bicep bulging slightly as he presses against the wood. My uterus starts ringing the welcome bells, assuming he’s here to finish what was so rudely interrupted on Thursday, and warmth floods my abdomen.
“Your face is French,” I rasp.
He smiles gently. “My car’s downstairs.”
See how Adrian didn't treat her like a freak afterwards? In fact, he loves just how funny she could be! He awesome! *sigh*
I personally recommend this if you just want a light hearted read which will just make you smile and laugh hard (I know I did), ;D
5 fairy wings for making my day!
I’m not saying my grand plan is to make him so worked up he’ll have to satisfy me. And then I can move on with my life.
I’m not saying that’s my plan, but if it were, I’d be an evil genius.
“You too,” I smirk, trailing my fingers down my bare waist. “That shirt looks expensive. Wouldn’t want to mess it up.”
Not taking his eyes from me, he pulls his shirt off, back over front in that casual way boys have. I gasp. Doves zoom overhead, sprinkling golden confetti. A chorus of angels sing. Okay, not all that actually happens, but it’s the first time I’ve seen him shirtless.
And that chest deserves some fanfare.
His torso is tan, lithe and strong, the hard contours of a six-pack-verging-on-eight-pack begging to be licked. Every ounce of him is sculpted, refined. Just looking at him floods my abdomen with tension. There’s a swirling tattoo on the left side of his ribs, but I’m too busy thinking about how I want to mount his torso on my mantelpiece like a serial killer to dwell on it.
My roommate looks between us, her eyes narrowed. “You two seem to be getting along much better today.”
If by ‘getting along’ she means ‘staring at each other with enough sexual tension to hoist the Titanic from the bottom of the sea’ then yes.
“Remember, guys,” she says. “Last time was more about the romance between the characters. Their first kiss. This is purely sexual.”
At the words ‘purely sexual’, a shiver grips my spine. I think Adrian might be similarly affected, because he hardens all over. And I mean all over.
“Come on, then,” I muster up the courage to say, fingering the lacy edge of my panties. “Inspire me.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
L.A Rose recently made it out of college alive and with an English degree. She's a habitual beach bum and a not-exactly-recovered romance addict. She's also plucked up the courage to become an indie author! ADRIAN LESSONS, a New Adult contemporary romance to be released on August 25th, is her first book - if you don't count the ones she wrote before she finally came up with something publishable. (She prefers not to.)