Book Review: Roommates by M.E. Parker

Roommates by M.E. Parker
Rating: ★★☆☆☆
Links: Amazon • Goodreads
Publication Date: March 26, 2018
Source: Freebie

An MMF Bisexual Menage Romance

One failed blow job…
One steamy encounter between a professor and student…
One bad break up…
Two seriously hot, womanizing rugby players…
More than a few shots of whiskey…
One dirty game of truth or dare…
Put them all together and you a get a recipe for a night that will change everything for Janie and her college roommates, Jake and Ethan.
Truth? The truth is, it gets hot. Very hot. Very fast.
Dare? I dare you to keep reading to find out just how hot.

Roommates is an erotic m/m/f contemporary romance that follows three college roommates—Ethan, Janie, and Jake—on their journey from friendship to love. This unconventional love story between the three graduate students deals with the struggles they will have to face living in a small southern college town as they try to overcome societal barriers to their relationship.

WARNING: This book is for readers over the age of eighteen. There is a lot of steam. It depicts m/m, m/f, and m/m/f sexual situations and contains graphic language.

Buddy read with my boyfriend!

After the success that was the Jealous Revenge buddy read, my boyfriend and I decided to make this a regular thing. We scoured our shelves, we explored my Kindle, and we settled on Roommates, an erotic menage romance. I probably wouldn’t have batted an eye at this book a couple years ago, but it had been a loooong time since I read anything like this. It was an experience, to say the least.

Now… I didn’t hate this book. I can’t say I really enjoyed it, either. It’s a sexy book and not much else. There’s very, very little plot. In fact, they hardly ever leave their apartment because they’re having so much sex. The only real conflict is that they’re worried about how their families will react to their relationship. The characters don’t really have personalities. I will say that they do seem to be genuine friends, although that mostly gets forgotten as they just have sex over and over again.

If I could sum this book up in one quote, it would be this one:

“Oh my gosh Jake, I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m pretty sure I’m more in love with you than I was an hour ago before we started this conversation.” I grinned at Jake, “No Janie it’s possible, because I am too.”

Roommates by M.E. Parker

Janie grins (or giggles), and one or both of the boys agree with her about whatever it is she’s said. Aside from the sex, that’s the book. And that’s fine, if that’s what you’re looking for. If you want a sexy erotic novel that requires basically no effort to read, this is the perfect book for you. If you want something with an actual plot, or actual conflict, you’ll be disappointed.

I’ll end this review with another quote, and my boyfriend’s response:

As soon as Jake put his mouth around me and started sucking, my hips bucked upwards.

Roommates by M.E. Parker

“Why is everyone bucking in this book? It’s not like it’s a rodeo.”

my boyfriend

#romanceopoly: firestation

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Book Review: Little Birds by Anaïs Nin

Little Birds by Anaïs Nin
Rating: ★☆☆☆☆
Links: Amazon • TBD • Goodreads
Publication Date: 1979
Source: Purchased

Evocative and superbly erotic, Little Birds is a powerful journey into the mysterious world of sex and sensuality. From the beach towns of Normandy to the streets of New Orleans, these thirteen vignettes introduce us to a covetous French painter, a sleepless wanderer of the night, a guitar-playing gypsy, and a host of others who yearn for and dive into the turbulent depths of romantic experience. 

Oh dear. When I found this book in the “old and unusual” section of my library’s used bookstore, I thought it would be something at least moderately entertaining. I guess it was, but more in an infuriating way than anything else. I think this is the least sexy erotica I’ve ever read in my life.

What follows is a brief summary of all thirteen short stories in this collection.

Click at your own risk. 1. Little Birds, a.k.a. “I take the food money my wife leaves me and spend it on pretty birds so I can lure underage girls to my apartment and then flash them.”
Probably the most disturbing of all the stories, this one features a “loving husband” who takes the money his wife earns working at the circus to buy colorful birds. Keep in mind that he’s supposed to be buying food with this money. He creates a whole menagerie in his apartment and eventually lures in some underage girls from the school across the street. Unsurprisingly, he exposes himself to them and they run away, traumatized. In what universe is this sexy?

2. The Woman on the Dunes, a.k.a. “One time I had sex on the beach and then this woman told me about how she got raped at a hanging.”
This one started off well enough, and then we had to get into this really detailed account of the woman attending a hanging and getting raped in the crowd, simultaneously aroused and horrified. It was just very, very odd.

3. Lina, a.k.a. “So boring that I literally forgot what it was about.”
Like… I read this yesterday and I don’t even remember what it was about.

4. Two Sisters, a.k.a. “My sister and I were molested by our brothers while growing up and now I just want to have sex with her husband.”
One of the bigger “yikes” stories in this collection, this one features everyone cheating on everyone with some molestation thrown in for no real reason. I really fail to see the point of this one.

5. Sirocco, a.k.a. “The first of multiple stories where the woman has to listen to her husband having sex with someone else in the next room.”
Not sure what’s supposed to be sexy about this, but at least it’s short.

6. The Maja, a.k.a. “I don’t want to have sex with my wife but I do want to have sex with a painting of her.”
I don’t even know what else to say.

7. A Model, a.k.a. “Everybody wants to have sex with a model, the longest and also most boring story in this collection.”
There’s a whole lot going on in this one — a woman who wants to model but doesn’t want to have random sex with men calling themselves artists (this is somehow a problem), a very misplaced aside about having sex with women in the jungle, and then another misplaced aside about a horseback riding injury possibly breaking her clitoris.

8. The Queen, a.k.a. “Let’s talk about a prostitute dripping semen at a ball.”
This is another one that’s just… not possibly sexy in any possible way.

9. Hilda and Rango, a.k.a. “He’s so manly that even his penis is strong.”
If you enjoy hearing about “charcoal eyes” and “wild hair” while a “strong penis” pounds into someone, you’ll probably enjoy this one.

10. The Chanchiquito, a.k.a. “Fantasies about bestiality.”
Just disturbing, honestly.

11. Saffron, a.k.a. “The super, extremely, no-doubt-about-it racist one.”
A woman wonders why her husband wants to have sex with the servants instead of her and then learns that it’s because he likes the way their skin smells like saffron. This whole story is one cringe after another, but the worst is possibly when the bride’s body is described as several different racial stereotypes.

12. Mandra, a.k.a. “Sex with my married friends.”
Basically, this woman goes around having sex with all of her married friends or just staring at them naked while the husbands are in the other room.

13. Runaway, a.k.a. “Taking advantage of a homeless underage girl.”
Why yes, I would love to read about this innocent underage girl being taken in by two older men who take advantage of her. Thank you.

I expected at least a smidgen more sexiness from these erotic short stories. What little sexiness it actually had was killed by the pedophilia and racism. Definitely not recommended.

#mmd19: a book published before you were born

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Book review: Royal Player by Katie McCoy

Royal Player by Katie McCoy
Rating: ★★☆☆☆
Links: Amazon • TBD • Goodreads
Publication Date: April 24, 2017
Source: Purchased

Charlie Davenport is the bad boy of British tennis – and third in line to the throne. He’s a beast on the courts, and a wild animal in bed (according to all the tabloids). Girls are lining up for chance at his crown jewels, and when I stumble into the wrong Wimbledon dressing room and catch a glimpse of his game, set, AND match, I can see why.

So what’s a little good luck kiss between f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ strangers? 

I know better than to get involved with a bad boy like Charlie. But now he’s on a winning streak, he thinks I’m his lucky charm – and you know what’s luckier than a kiss?


Suddenly, I’ve got paparazzi on my trail, exes coming out of the woodwork — and you don’t know ‘cutthroat’ until you’ve seen a pack of hungry socialites set loose near the Royal Family.

I’m in way over my head, and even worse – I’m falling in love. Can this American girl win her Prince Charming? Or will we both crash out of the championships in flames? 

Wimbledon-meets-The Prince and Me in this hilarious, sexy new romance from Katie McCoy!

Fun fact: I asked for my boyfriend’s help with choosing one of my March titles for my Killing the TBR challenge. After looking through my Kindle library, he settled on this book because the guy on the cover is putting his shirt on instead of taking it off, and it featured royalty. The royalty thing ended up being a pretty convenient coincidence, because March’s Monthly Motif had to do with royalty too.

This book wasn’t really what I expected, though it was very trope-heavy and predictable. It’s a light story, mostly very fluffy, about a young woman who goes to England to work at Wimbledon with her friend. While there, she meets a prince who also plays tennis and they fall in love. That’s really just about the entire story. The book required absolutely no brainpower to read, which was actually a good thing, because I was reading it after spending like ten hours moving and cleaning and being generally exhausted.

I’d maybe have given it three stars since it was a very quick, very easy read, if not for the absolutely ridiculous conflict that got entirely blown out of proportion. I’m not going to spoil the conflict (and therefore the ending) but I do want to say that no sane person would react to Emmy’s “secret” the way Charlie did, and no sane person would take him back after that reaction.

Honestly, I don’t have much to say about this book. I do, however, want to leave a warning that it’s a lot more erotic than you might assume based on the title and the cover. I was really surprised at some of the scenes I read in this book, especially since it’s just tagged as “contemporary romance” on Goodreads.

All in all… I can’t really recommend this one unless you’re looking for the easiest book you’ll ever read.

#mm19: royalty, kingdoms, empires, governments
#killingthetbr: 1 year, 1 month on shelf

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Book review: Kiss Between My Lines by Anne Tourney

Kiss Between My Lines by Anne Tourney
Rating: ★☆☆☆☆
Links: Amazon • TBD • Goodreads
Publication Date: August 7, 2008
Source: This was a gift from my amazing boyfriend, who knows that I love hate-reading erotica. ❤

Infogeek Jordi can’t break her addiction to her loaded laptop, her favorite source of secondhand stimulation. But when her laptop is stolen she’s forced to get her fix at the library’s computer terminals, and there she stumbles across a blog recounting the sexual adventures of a sultry love-addict called Dana. Jordi’s and Dana’s identity begin to mesh in bizarre ways and Jordi finds herself falling for Nolan, the insanely hot, renegade library page who’s trying to help her figure out how she’s connected to Dana. She’s also drawn into a series of intense mind games with Steffan, an elusive older man who works at the reference desk and leads a secret life of his own. Meanwhile, Dana’s adventures are growing wilder by the day, and Jordi can’t stop slipping in to Dana’s world to sample its stolen delights. Soon Jordi is way too busy to question her borrowed identity . . . until Dana steps up to reclaim it. Will Jordi be able to go back to the realities of flesh-life – and the possibility of true love – after spending time in Dana’s sexy virtual skin?

To say that I was excited to read a book like Kiss Between My Lines would be an understatement. I love a good hate-read (just see my reviews for Troll, Distrust, Axl, and Burn the Fairy Tales) and this sounded like just the book for me. And, you know what? It was an experience. I honestly have no idea what I just read.

I guess, first of all, I’d say that the synopsis is really misleading. Yes, the book is about a sex addict named Dana and an infogeek named Jordi. Sure, Jordi stumbles across Dana’s blog and is really intrigued by it. But the whole “soon Jordi is way too busy to question her borrowed identity “and “Dana steps up to reclaim it” thing? Did I miss that? Also, her laptop is never stolen, it just breaks? I’m so confused.

This is a huge spoiler about the whole “borrowed identity” thing.The only thing I can think of that makes that part of the synopsis make sense is the “plot twist” at the end of the book, which honestly, I saw coming from about chapter two. The thing is, Jordi and Dana have very similar physical appearances. (They’re both redheads and both overweight.) Jordi looks for Dana but can never find her. At the end, there’s this weird Fight Club-style reveal that Jordi and Dana are actually the same person, Jordana. (I rolled my eyes.) But even with that reveal, I can’t say that the synopsis makes a ton of sense. It’s not like Jordi and Dana fight or anything. I also didn’t understand how Jordi can have an apartment that she shares with a roommate while Dana is homeless and sleeping in a library after being kicked out by her father. The ending was such a mess and really cemented my one-star rating.

Moving on to something else that didn’t really make sense to me: LIRA. Now, I get the concept. In case you want me to save you from the 256 pages of this book, I’ll give you a brief description of Jordi’s pride and joy. LIRA is a computer program that somehow mentally connects all of its users. They can pass emotions through LIRA’s network and mostly use it to “Throb” and “Thread,” which I guess is supposed to be like sex? Its users have physical reactions to both using it and not using it, and at one point, Jordi steps away from her laptop and experiences actual withdrawal symptoms. An interesting concept, for sure, but how exactly this computer program is able to effect its users so strongly is never explained. Whenever LIRA was brought up in the book, I got kind of distracted because I started thinking about how something like that would actually work.

The next thing I want to talk about is the safety aspect. I don’t want to give more spoilers than I already have, but I think I can say that, in her search for her next sexual conquest, Dana does some really dumb things. She seems to have no concept of personal safety (like, for example, stranger danger) until she suddenly does. And every time she would suddenly act like a normal human being and think to herself, “hmm, maybe I shouldn’t put my life in danger right now,” she’d be like, “nah, he’s cute” and keep doing whatever she was doing. Maybe that’s another aspect of her sex addiction, that she’s just so focused on her next sexual experience that she doesn’t even think about anything else, but it kind of irritated me.

Anyway. Overall, the writing actually wasn’t that bad. I feel like the author could write a good book if she wanted to, and I wondered a few times if she was just messing with us with this book. I mean, it’s just so ridiculous that I almost think it has to be on purpose. The only thing I found odd about the writing style was that Jordi’s chapters were written in third person and Dana’s were written in first person. I guess I get it since Dana’s chapters are her blog posts, but it was still an adjustment every time the POV changed.

All in all, the book was easy to read, but a definite mess. I’m not sure what exactly the author was going for here, since Dana’s chapters were pretty classically erotic while Jordi’s chapters were… not. I can’t really recommend this one unless you’re looking for a particular kind of crazy story, but I sure had fun reading this.

#romanceopoly: erotic eaves

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Erotica reviews: Lip Service & First Night

Lip Service by Penny Wylder
Series: A Pleasure Chest #1
Rating: ★★☆☆☆
Links: Amazon • Goodreads
Publication Date: January 15, 2017
Source: I one-clicked this one all by myself.

I never imagined I’d be taking a class on how to perform better in bed. But when my rude ex told me I sucked at, well, sucking, I couldn’t stop thinking about how awful that made me feel. Then I saw the hot guy teaching my class…and I stopped thinking entirely.

Philip Crew is six and a half feet of pure, sizzling muscle and panty-dropping sexual tension. And he definitely has no problem instructing me on what he likes. There are tons of women drooling over him, so why does he keep flirting with me? The attention is addictive. But I just got out of a relationship with a player, and Philip is giving me the same vibes.

When he offers to teach me in private, I know things are going too far. The last thing I want is to get hurt again. Except I can’t get him out of my head. I want to try out everything he taught me… on him. My only hope of keeping myself from unzipping his jeans and seeing what’s beneath is to stay away. If I never see him again, I know I can resist.

Then he bumps into me right outside my apartment.

And I forget why I was fighting my desire in the first place.

Sometimes I read erotica and I really like it — or, maybe more accurately, sometimes I read erotica and I don’t hate it. Other times, I’m so put off by everything that happens that I wonder why I do this to myself. Lip Service fell somewhere in between for me. The premise is almost laughable — blowjob lessons in a sex shop? — but it’s that kind of ridiculous plot that makes for a good escape.

And, surprisingly, I took no issue with the actual plot. I thought it was pretty well done, and for erotica, the romance ended up being pretty sweet. I think my main issue with the book was that Mayra was adamantly against hooking up with Philip… and then the next thing you know, the two of them are in bed together.

The story is short and sweet, and at less than 100 pages, I can think of worse ways to spend an evening. That said, I don’t know that I would recommend it since it just seems to contradict itself.

First Night by Lauren Blakely
Rating: ★☆☆☆☆
Links: Amazon • Goodreads
Publication Date: December 9, 2013
Source: I one-clicked this one all by myself too!

It was only supposed to be one night… 

When the sinfully handsome man walks into her bar in San Francisco, Julia Bell simply wants a break from the troubles that keep chasing her. That escape comes in the form of sexy, confident and commanding Clay Nichols, who captivates her mind AND turns her inside out with pleasure. The attraction is electric and they share one scorchingly hot night together, but they also discover there is more than just off-the-charts chemistry; the connection between them runs deep. Clay never thought he’d return to New York with this woman still on his mind. But he can’t get her out of his system, and he needs more of her…He wants more than just the first night…

It’s been a while since I read an erotic novel. That review up there for Lip Service? Actually from at least six months ago. But I like Lauren Blakely. And I needed to read something for January’s #killingthetbr challenge. Why not an erotic novel? What could go wrong?


Everything could go wrong.

I initially intended to read the entirety of Night After Night. This is its prequel, which was kindly included with the full book. I could really consider this a DNF if I wanted to get really technical, but I did read the complete prequel at least. But I couldn’t go on any further. This was terrible. I absolutely despised both main characters.

Julia is a sassy bartender. Usually I can go for that. But no, first of all, she judges her customers based on what they’re ordering. She goes on this whole internal rant about how real men only drink beer and any guy who orders a mixed drink shouldn’t expect a woman to want to have sex with him. Um, what? Let men drink whatever they want. Beer is disgusting anyway. Second of all, she has a minimum acceptable penis size and it’s… wait for it… eight inches. I mean. What even is this book. And Clay? Don’t even get me started.

On top of the horrible characters, I just felt like this wasn’t up to Lauren Blakely’s usual standards. This book was just not my cup of tea.

#killingthetbr: ten months on shelf

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Book review: Troll by Emma Clark

Troll by Emma Clark
Rating: ★☆☆☆☆
Links: AmazonTBD • Goodreads
Publication Date: February 4, 2014
Source: Daniel sent this to me because he always knows how to make me smile.

TROLL First 3 Books is an erotic short of 15,400 words (ebook is 50 pages; paperback is 100 pages). Includes graphic sexual content.

Note: No new material has been added. This bundled edition contains the first 3 books of the Troll series.

Twenty-one-year-old Kyla Adkins frequents the Internet in search of her soul mate.

While online, she meets hot and devilishly handsome Justin Brogan. Dangerous, arrogant and quite psychotic, Justin hacks into Kyla’s computer and soon he controls everything, including her heart and her life.

There are a few things that I have to say before I get started with this review.

Let me first say that this book was a gift from Daniel in celebration of me hitting 1,000 followers because he is the actual best person I’ve ever met in my life. “I saw this in a ‘worst book ever written’ video, and thought you’d enjoy it,” he said. He was right. I enjoyed it a lot. Five stars for entertainment value. It’s probably the worst thing I’ve ever read in my whole life, but I had fun reading it.

(Also, speaking of Daniel, today is his birthday!!! Happy birthday, Daniel! ❤)

Second, this is not a book that I would have ever picked up for myself, but I’m so glad that I had the chance to read it because it really puts other books in perspective. Like, maybe the other books that I own really aren’t that bad.

Third, this book is actually three books and it’s only 99 pages with really big, double-spaced font. Also, I think the synopsis on the back cover is like… size 52 font. I’m not sure why everything is so big.

Anyway, without further ado, here are all 170 thoughts I had while reading Troll. Beware of lots of spoilers and lots of profanity (both mine and the book’s) as well as mentions of possible rape. Anything in bold is a direct quote, and this is 100% not safe for work.
  1. What even is this cover? Is that a TARDIS or maybe a Dalek or a weird computer mouse in the corner?
  2. I’m sorry, is this actually published by “DELICIOUSLY FIENDISH FICTION”
  3. Summertime lasted three months, making it worse than Valentine’s Day. Where is she going with this… first page and I’m already confused…
  4. Summer. A season when lovers held hands, embraced and kissed as they strolled side-by-side on the walkway heading nowhere. Sometimes I was forced to watch these lovers, considering my small apartment loomed above the street. Oh, I see. Okay. Maybe I’ll allow it?
  5. So many obstructive buildings that I forgot what the moon looked like.
  6. She’s 125 pounds and she calls herself overweight, okay.
  7. Oh god, she’s trying to find a man on TRUE CHRISTIAN LOVE, this will end well.
  8. I only used the site to avoid men who trolled strictly for sex. I have some news for you… plenty of Christian men troll just for sex…
  9. Great boobs you have. Wow, I’m swooning already!! This guy is a smooth talker!!
  10. His username is GeniusOne. GENIUSONE. GENIUSONE.
  11. GeniusOne was quite a handsome troll.
  12. he seemed so… so damn tasty
  13. Sometimes bad trolls could be good trolls. (?????)
  14. What’s your name, hon? ;o) Okay I don’t trust anyone who makes a smiley like that.
  15. There’s a reason why a penis fits inside a vagina. Enlighten me.
  16. Like, say it’d be a natural process for me to slide my cock up your puss– vagina. Wow, this guy really went through the hassle of typing “puss–” and then crossing it out. He’s a keeper.
  17. He just said “roflmfao” and I don’t think I’ve seen that since I was 15 years old.
  18. Would you prefer if I called them bewbs? I don’t think I’ve seen “bewbs” since I was 15 either.
  19. Baby, I’m just being friendly. No need to get bitchy. : – ( He’s such a prize, I can’t even handle it.
  20. Aww, PMS time? 😠
  21. I’ll fuck off on camera. You wanted to see me fuck off, no? 🙄
  22. With my backside wedged to the fridge… and why??
  23. I find myself in the bathroom jerking off. When I imagine your pretty face surrounded by that lush blonde hair, all I wanna do is come, come and come. I am so glad that he’s sending her these unsolicited messages!!!
  24. I want to possess every single inch of you. Nail you. Fuck you. 😬
  25. Baddies have always been your type. Remember? This is not a “baddie,” this is an actual stalker.
  26. Shit, maybe I was the weirdo? Yes, yes. Page 13 and already she thinks this is her fault, great.
  27. He stood before a camera, somehow streaming live video to my computer. How and why.
  28. And I’d be damned if he didn’t begin to strip. What the fuck.
  29. Styled in a faux hawk maybe this book is actually set in 2005??
  30. not a hair in sight is he actually a child because I’m pretty sure grown men have at least one hair on their bodies
  31. He reached into his shorts, worked his cock until it grew to a shocking length. A SHOCKING LENGTH.
  32. Its violet hue deepened, tip bulged ready to explode. I’m just wondering if Justin’s okay.
  33. Your name’s Kyla Ann Adkins. You’re twenty-one and your birth date is June the tenth. Happy birthday. That’s… disturbing.
  34. Oh, chapter 2 is called “Stalker” and if that’s not accurate…
  35. I remotely installed software on your computer that let me stream this live video. Because THAT’S not creepy AT ALL.
  36. I snatched my Smartphone from the desk. Oh no, she snatched her capital-S Smartphone from the desk!! Will she call for help? I bet she won’t!!
  37. I barely finished reading before the Smartphone locked. Then my laptop shut down. By itself. Please physically go to the police station, this is horrible.
  38. Brief non-plot-related interlude… why are most paragraphs just one sentence??
  39. Seized by paranoia, unsure of what to do, I grabbed my car keys and hurried to the front door. YES.
  40. I’m letting this guy drive me nuts. I’m giving him all the control. Fuck that. No!!!
  41. By 9:40 my panic waned. Please find your panic again, this is not right.
  42. I jolted upright when last night’s events flooded my memory. GeniusOne. Justin. Computer hacking. Phone dead. Privacy violation. Next thing you know, he’ll be in her living room.
  43. Everything’s dead in this apartment. Including you, probably, because Justin is clearly insane.
  44. Oh, his message vanished. His message vanished? What is this, Snapchat???
  45. Hi baby. I’ve missed you, but that’s okay since I’m here now. Is he ACTUALLY in her living room at 2:35 am?
  46. “Hi baby,” said a deep voice behind me. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
  47. Chapter 3 is called “Nightmares” and that’s RIGHT. Oh my GOD.
  48. Paralysis cinched every muscle and stole my hopes for freedom. Why are you paralyzed, are you dramatic or did he drug you??
  49. She’s crying! She thinks she’s going to die! How is this a romance book and not a horror novel???
  50. A scream. That belonged to me as well. WHAT THE FUCK.
  51. Those screams cut to a muffled whisper after his hand clapped my mouth. WHAT THE FUCK.
  52. Tender. Loving, Dominating. Sick. Twisted. Okay, agree with the last three but TENDER and LOVING? WHAT?!
  53. “Seek and you shall find. Knock and it shall be opened,” the beautiful monster rasped. What the actual hell. Am I supposed to be swooning? Because no.
  54. Oh so he’s creepy AS FUCK but at least he smells good.
  55. Why do I feel like the combination of lilac-scented body wash and “the savory hint of after shave” would be gross? Also it’s “aftershave,” all one word.
  56. I wasn’t in ‘his arms’ per se; he had me trapped in his arms. These quotes are wrong and it bothers me.
  57. What he wanted to steal meant most to me. Something irreplaceable. Is she a virgin. Is this about her virginity.
  58. Now he smells like lilac and savory aftershave AND mint. He’s got a lot going on.
  59. Justin had taken a chair from the kitchen. He threw it down, sat, slouched as he watched me. I’m imagining him literally throwing the chair and it doesn’t work.
  60. I’m gonna nail you and fuck you and then… I’m gonna nail you and fuck you again. Oh wow. He’s gonna nail her AND fuck her. He’s really pulling out all the stops.
  61. By the time I’m finished with you, Kyla, you’re going to be sore. Very, very sore. That’s… really the last thing I would ever want to hear.
  62. “You’re totally insane.” “True.” At least he doesn’t deny it??
  63. “I have to use the bathroom.” Please escape out the window.
  64. Moderate kissing accelerated to a heavier, aggressive nature. 😬 
  65. I’d never been kissed like this before. It was disgusting, heart-stoppingly hot and wonderful all at once. I don’t think the kiss should be disgusting.
  66. The sheer force of his affection dipped me at an uncomfortable angle. His affection?!
  67. Unfortunately I needed to drain my bladder. Justin’s provocative kissing turned me on, which didn’t help the pressure in my genitals. Well, that’s a mood killer.
  68. Upon returning, I found him dozing in the chair. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SNEAK OUT!!!
  69. I glanced at the front door. Should I? I couldn’t do it. What the hell is wrong with you?!
  70. Chugging on a beer (without my permission), Justin leaned against the fridge. He even steals her alcohol, rude.
  71. I lowered my gaze, horrified to see my nipples clearly outlined under my shirt. The state of their nipples, just what everyone thinks about when there’s a stalker in their house.
  72. Slowly Justin knelt before me, eyeing me while he took hold of my shirt and slipped it high above my ample breasts. Yes I allowed it. Why did you allow it.
  73. Without warning, his tongue flicked a bare nipple. A single damp, swift stroke that made me quiver. Jolts of ecstasy radiated as my pussy clenched and my nipples hardened. That’s a lot of reactions to a lick.
  74. lost in the pleasurable experience of Justin’s rhythmic nursing. 😷
  75. …so goddamn ready for his penetration it was ludicrous. SO! GODDAMN! READY!
  76. And. He. Just. Wouldn’t. Stop. Eating.
  77. Christ! He’s forced me right on the edge. Oh, oh, here it comes. It’s mounting, growing hotter, gonna be a big one– This is the most ominous way to describe an orgasm that I have ever heard.
  78. He cracked a smile and chortled, enraging me. Oh, he CHORTLED. Sexy.
  79. Okay, we’re on page four of this nipple stuff and I’m getting bored.
  80. Mmm. Looks like your tasty tits need more sucking action. I don’t think they do.
  81. Agonizing need stiffened my clitoris. SUCH SEXY WRITING, WOW.
  82. And now it’s page five of this. 😐
  83. That was the least sexy description in a sexy scene that I have ever had the displeasure to read.
  84. …his tongue traced the clitoral hood… are we in a legit anatomy class right now?
  86. I could sip, eat and swallow your pussy juice every day, every night. I’m going to throw up.
  87. His auburn hair makes him look exotic? I didn’t know auburn hair was exotic but okay??
  88. A blunt, broad monster of a cock. OMG.
  89. Close enough to stab me with his veiled cock. OMG.
  90. Right here? In the kitchen😱
  91. “I’m a virgin.” Please have some mercy on me for god’s sake. I knew it.
  92. “Are you sure?” Possibly the best reaction ever to finding out that someone’s a virgin.
  93. It’s not going to hurt, baby, because I’m not going to stick it in. I’m going to titty fuck you.” I actually burst out laughing and yelled “oh my GOD” at my poor cat.
  94. “Oh–okay.” Really the only response to that statement, I guess.
  95. Justin straddled my waist while positioning his inflated dick between my breasts. HIS INFLATED DICK.
  96. Justin’s motions jarred me, the linoleum chafing the tender skin along my back. I don’t see why the linoleum had to be involved.
  97. I swallowed. This weird tasteless substance heated my throat. Tasteless?
  98. He just cleaned her up with handy wipes.
  99. “My heart, my dick, my soul belongs to you. Oh. My. God.
  101. I’m so confused about what’s happening right now but I think he’s raping her, what the FUCK!!!
  102. ??????????? “loving attack” “betrayal” “viciously” ??????????
  103. Justin. What a strange character. No. No. No. No. No. No. NO.
  104. After having my cherry popped at the ripe old age of twenty-one… Oh, 21, you’re so old.
  105. …intelligence enough to get him accepted in Mensa. How exactly is he smart though? He hasn’t done anything smart in this whole book.
  106. Justin aka GeniousOne. Okay so first of all, that’s not even how you spell Genius.
  107. What would tomorrow bring? Would I discover Justin’s secrets? Did I truly want to know his secrets? No, you don’t. Kick him out.
  108. The taste of his savory lips roused me from a dream. That’s a really weird way to put that.
  109. Oh, the sense of danger has vanished, wonderful.
  110. Soon this pulsing bud enlarged to a scarlet orb, visible amid the moist lips. I don’t think it’s supposed to become a scarlet orb, maybe see a gynecologist about that.
  111. I’m just wondering, like, where the hell are the condoms since you guys literally just met.
  112. Oh, he has a colossal hard-on and it’s grotesque. Great.
  113. Justin’s dick couldn’t be missed for miles. He was obviously horny as fuck, so why the hell didn’t he stick it in? What the hell, Justin??
  114. The sex is hurting Kyla and Justin is AMUSED. He thinks this is FUNNY. I hate him.
  115. Oh hell, wasn’t it time you lost your hymen anyway? Um? Excuuuuse me? Not your decision, Justin!!!
  116. You really should be thanking me… oh, this asshole.
  117. “Get the hell out!” TELL HIM.
  118. He’s not going to leave, is he…
  119. “Why?” “Because I fucking said so.” I literally hate him.
  120. You matter to me. Oh, she matters to him.
  121. “I want you to leave.” Please just go, Justin.
  122. Don’t you dare forgive him!!
  123. His pelvis jolted with expert stealth, he filled my tightness with his blunt cock, drilling deep enough to sting. EXPERT STEALTH!!
  124. I have never in my life seen sex described as “voracious” but here we are.
  125. I shrank from his repetitive gouging… REPETITIVE GOUGING. Jesus Christ.
  126. Justin halted and the ripping ceased. Between the gouging and the ripping, are we sure they’re having sex?? This doesn’t sound right.
  127. His boner came closer to full impalement. Wow, so hot.
  128. We continued making out, rolling and jerking on the bed like stray felines in the midst of battle… or kitten-making. Please don’t bring cats into this.
  129. But with hurtful abruptness, Justin pulled away. “Baby, you kinda suck at kissing.” Um, what? Rude!!
  130. My self-destructive attraction to baddies made this situation my fault as well as his. Again, he’s not a “baddie,” he’s a stalker and quite possibly a psychopath.
  131. Still going on about what a bad kisser she is… “It didn’t bother me at first. I was glad for the opportunity to kiss you.” He’s an actual asshole, like, the literal worst.
  132. “Baby, listen to me. Not everyone’s a pro at kissing. It takes practice like anything else. I was letting you know so you wouldn’t get embarrassed later.” Oh, so he’s insulting her for her own good. Right.
  133. “…hot savage fucking is my actual talent.” HOT. SAVAGE. FUCKING. 🙄
  134. “I want you to prove how special I am to you. Prove it by not jacking off in the next forty-eight hours, then I’ll believe you.” It’s the ultimate sacrifice, I guess.
  135. Dark lashes fringed his hooded lids while dramatic brows complemented eyes of faint topaz. Since when does he have topaz eyes?? I thought they were azure??
  136. My entire body thrummed with waves of pleasure and an overwhelming sense of pure love — and being loved — fulfilled the depths of my existence. He doesn’t love you.
  137. This was how it felt to be loved by someone. HE DOESN’T LOVE YOU.
  138. I wasn’t accustomed — nor prepared — for the vivid, frightening experience of his expressed love, which reminded me of fairy tales I’d indulged in as a child. There those fairy tales go again, fucking up even more lives.
  139. She just used “suckling” three times in the same paragraph.
  140. His lesson of mouth-and-tongue-play took forever — but I wasn’t complaining. Ew, that sounds gross.
  141. “And don’t forget. I’ll be giving your final lesson in forty-seven hours,” he warned and lightly kissed my forehead. FORTY-SEVEN HOURS, that is very specific.
  142. He’d endured six hours with a hard-on. I think you’re supposed to seek medical attention if it lasts that long.
  144. She was reprimanded at her job for browsing dating sites at her desk but WHY would you want to do that at your job??
  145. He ran his fingers through his spiky faux hawk. Oh god, I forgot about the faux hawk.
  146. He raised my hand to the nape of his neck, where he left me clinging to the softness of his hair. I thought he had a spiky faux hawk, how is that soft??
  147. “I haven’t had the easiest life.” “No one has.” Um, way to be a jerk?
  148. “Have I ever given you any reason to think otherwise?” You’ve known each other for like… a day.
  149. “I dreamed I pumped him full of lead.” Yikes.
  150. “I could really fuck him up if you wanted me to.” YIKES.
  151. “For real. And I’d get away with it.” He brought a pointed forefinger to his mouth and blew, pretending the digit was the barrel of a gun. YIKES!!
  152. I didn’t know that eating nacho chips and queso dip in bed was considered an awesome picnic, but okay, glad you’re having fun.
  153. “He keeps giving me these cancelled checks to keep in a lock box.” That’s, um… weird.
  154. Gaze firm, he slanted forward. “You don’t want to know. Trust me.”
    “What makes you so sure–“

    “I’m a troll.” 🙄
  155. “Not just a troll. It’s an acronym… actually I’m supposed to withhold information pertaining to my job.” Oh lord, I can’t wait to find out what it’s an acronym for.
  156. This book is taking a weird turn.
  157. Oh, he’s a HACKTIVIST.
  158. Oh, he’s just using her to get to her dad, never saw that coming…
  159. “Sorry for what? Terrifying me for the fun of it? Or fucking me so hard that I bled all over the kitchen floor?” Oh jeez. At least she’s acknowledging that that wasn’t a normal thing.
  160. As the full reality of this situation sunk in, dozens of grim images flickered of how Justin would kill me. KILL YOU?!?
  161. “It wasn’t you I was after, it was your father.” Just what every girl wants to hear!
  162. Justin rushed to the bag and yanked out the contents, providing the answer to my unspoken question. He shoved a devil mask over his face. Why in tarnation does he have a devil mask with him??
  163. Doorbell chimed. Dad shouted my name. Of course dad’s coming for a visit right now…
  164. Wonderful, we’re back to a bunch of one-sentence paragraphs again.
  165. An urge to run grew… YES, PLEASE RUN.
  166. He captured me before the elevator door slid open. His hand silenced my screams while he dragged me to my apartment. What the fuck.
  167. He removed the mask to reveal an attractive, masculine face shiny with sweat. Oh, I forgot he was wearing that weird mask.
  168. I jammed my knee into his balls, then scrambled off the floor. GOOD JOB.
  169. Justin remained in a fetal position. Crying, sobbing, I reached in his jeans pocket where I tugged out the cancelled checks. Jesus, how hard did she knee him??
  170. This book was a wild ride.


This book is legitimately one of the worst things I have ever read in my whole entire life. I can’t tell if this is meant to be a serious book or (since it’s called Troll) maybe it’s just an elaborate joke? Either way, this was just… the actual worst. I don’t even understand how it was published. Who decided it was a good idea?

Also, we never even found out what TROLL stands for.

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Book review: Smut by Karina Halle

Smut by Karina Halle
Rating: ★☆☆☆☆
Links: AmazonTBDGoodreads
Publication Date: May 16, 2016
Source: Freebie

What happens when the kink between the pages leads to heat between the sheets?

All Blake Crawford wants is to pass his creative writing course, get his university degree, and take over his dad’s ailing family business. What Amanda Newland wants is to graduate at the top of her class, as well as finally finish her novel and prove to her family that writing is a respectful career.

What Blake and Amanda don’t want is to be paired up with each other for their final project, but that’s exactly what they both get when they’re forced to collaborate on a writing piece. Since Amanda thinks Blake is a pushy asshole (with a panty-melting smirk and British accent) and Blake thinks Amanda has a stick up her ass (though it’s a brilliant ass), they fight tooth and nail until they discover they write well together. They also may find each other really attractive, but that’s neither here nor there.

When their writing project turns out to be a success, the two of them decide to start up a secret partnership using a pen name, infiltrating the self-publishing market in the lucrative genre of erotica. Naturally, with so much heat and passion between the pages, it’s not long before their dirty words become a dirty reality. Sure, they still fight a lot, but at least there’s make-up sex now.

But even as they start to fall hard for each other, will their burgeoning relationship survive if their scandalous secret is exposed? Or are happily-ever-afters just a work of fiction?

I got this book months ago fully intending to read it right away, and then, as usual, I didn’t. But for my final choice for this month’s #killingthetbr challenge, I figured that I might as well read it. After all, it has great reviews! It sounds really fun! I’ve been meaning to try out something by Karina Halle! But, ugh, I’m not sure what it is with me hating every book I own, but here we are.

The biggest problem for me was that I didn’t like the hero and I didn’t like the heroine. It’s really hard for me to enjoy a romance novel if I can’t get behind the characters, and both of them were so annoying.

Amanda is a writer. Like, that’s her whole self. She writes. All she talks about is how she writes. She talks about how she writes better than anybody else in the world, but let me tell you, the excerpts of her weird fantasy novel are not good. She’s super judgmental of anybody who doesn’t write high fantasy, like at one point she actually says, “Romance readers want romance, they don’t want it with a plot about bird women and wizards and monsters that look like a giant ant crossed with a spider. They might not want it with a plot at all, so let’s not pretend.” I mean, yikes.

Amanda is also incredibly entitled. Her rich parents pay for her apartment, her school, her car, everything. I mean, that’s fine. I had friends in college in the same situation, but the difference was that they didn’t constantly mention it while simultaneously complaining about how hard their life is. Do you know what’s hard? Paying for college by yourself while also finding the money for your rent and food and other necessities. But, wow, your parents sometimes question whether you’ll ever make money as a writer but still pay to put you through a creative writing degree. Your life is difficult. I’m so sorry.

Blake is a British playboy and that’s his whole self. His life is very difficult also, because clearly the hero can’t just be a jerk for no reason. He has to be a jerk because of everything that’s going on in his life. Blake has slept with half of the creative writing class, because of course he has, and he frequently gets trays of beer poured over him in bars, because of course he does. How else would we know that he’s a womanizing jerk? This wouldn’t be a romance novel if Blake wasn’t somehow redeemed, though, so he’s (a) doing a business degree he’s not interested in so that he can take over his father’s bookstore, and (b) unexpectedly kind toward his much younger stepbrother, Kevin.

I really wish that I had loved this book, but I didn’t. Not only are the two main characters the actual worst, but everything that happens is just so far-fetched that I found myself rolling my eyes throughout the entire book and setting it down between chapters because I just didn’t want to finish. It’s also so poorly edited, with word use errors or just words missing altogether. Some of the sex scenes are kind of hot, but most just made me cringe and I don’t usually read this kind of thing at 10am on a Sunday, but I ended up marathoning it because I just wanted to be done already.

PS: “Fuckboy” does not mean “boy you’re fucking,” I feel like this is a thing you should know if you write romance.

Let’s end on a positive note with a quote I liked:

She knows, oh she knows, that the worst thing to say to a struggling writer is, “How is it going?” or “Get any writing done?” Bitch, if I’ve got writing done, you can fucking bet you’ll know about it.

#killingthetbr: three months on shelf

Have you read Smut? Have you read anything else by Karina Halle?
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