Monday, 12 September 2016

Review: Well Hung by Lauren Blakely

*****4.5 Stars*****

This was one of those books where I wasn't entirely sure what to make of it until right at the end.
For much of this story, I felt the pace was too fast for my little old brain, flitting from one topic to another on occasion only to have it slow right back down again in order for me to catch up with everything. However a large portion of this book was set in Vegas so really the pacing was perfect and definitely have me a feeling of 'What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas'.
Just like Mister O, I felt these characters were slightly crazy and I've come to learn that only in a Lauren Blakely book can you have one character who is a carpenter/joiner by trade and volunteer dog walker/animal impersonator by night, but surprisingly it works. There was humour in this book and enough innuendos to not have to take it too seriously, with a really great romance story that has you willing for that HEA.
I'm starting to learn that many of this author's characters from other books make an appearance in subsequent books or at the very least, mentioned in some way.
So as I was saying I wasn't really sure what to make of this book. All I know is that I didn't want to put it down and yes the characters may have just been a little bit too eccentric for my taste, but let's just say the ending is what well and truly made this book for me.

Reviewed by Louise Dale

From the NYT Bestselling author of MISTER O, comes a hot and hilarious new standalone...
Here’s what you need to know about me — I’m well-off, well-hung and quick with a joke. Women like a guy who makes them laugh—and I don’t mean at the size of his d*ck. No, they want their funny with a side of huge… not to mention loyal. I’ve got all that plus a big bank account, thanks to my booming construction business. Yup. I know how to use all my tools.

Enter Natalie. Hot, sexy, smart, and my new assistant. Which makes her totally off limits... 

Hey, I’m a good guy. Really. I do my best to stay far away from the kind of temptation she brings to work.

Until one night in Vegas… 

Yeah, you’ve heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then I’m banging her. In my hotel room. In her hotel room. Behind the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don’t ask). And before I can make her say “Oh God right there YES!” one more time, we’re both saying yes—the big yes—at a roadside chapel in front of a guy in press-on sideburns and a shiny gold leisure suit. 

But it turns out what happened in Vegas didn’t stay in Vegas. And now, my dick doesn’t stay in my pants when she’s around. I try to resist. Honest. But the more we try to keep our hands to ourselves, the more we end up naked again, and the more time I want to spend with her fully clothed, too.

The question now is…do I take this woman to be my ex-wife?

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