Trick…or wicked treat!
It was a devastating dirty trick—Joey Silvia just found out her boyfriend of two years is married. What. A. Dick. Joey knows her best chance to get over one guy is to get under another. Of course, heading home to her family’s remote cabin in Oregon poses some challenges in the “available men” department…until she discovers this cabin comes with its own hot handyman!
Holy crap, Chris Steffensen. When did her brother’s best friend turn into a hard-bodied pile of blond-bearded hotness? He’s the perfect Halloween treat—and a surprisingly dirty rebound guy. For a couple of weeks, anyway. Except that Chris has other ideas…like proving to Joey that this blast from the past is a whole lot more than a naughty Halloween hookup.
I asked for recommendations for contemporary romances with excellent banter – and this was recommended by 2 separate people. All of my friends that have read this have rated it 4-5 stars. It’s obviously very well liked.
Except by me. The conversations feel forced. The characters’ motivations feel weird. I don’t buy any chemistry between them. And I’m rolling my eyes hardcore almost every other page.
Here’s an example of a conversation (taking place while they’re making out – and it’s so un-sexy I can’t even):
“You’re not supposed to be this sexy,” she said.
“I accept your apology.”
“I’ll never do it again.”
“See that you don’t.”
“Do you want to take your shirt off?”
“That’s not fair. I only have a bra on under my shirt. You had a T-shirt on under yours.”
Chris sighed, a put-upon sigh. Then he took his T-shirt off.
“Much, much better.”
**kissing, petting, etc**
“You feel amazing,” he whispered. “And you smell amazing.”
“What do I smell like?”
“Like you did in high school. Like cookies.”
She laughed as he nipped at her neck. “It’s my perfume. It’s vanilla-scented. In high school I just used vanilla extract. I couldn’t afford perfume.”
“You smell good enough to eat. You always did.”
“I’m not going to say it. You’re not going to make me say it.”
“Say it. You know you want to.”
“Eat me, then,” she said.
Maybe it’s just me.