My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Oh.My.Dayz. Remy Blake. Smexy read – another home run
Another pseudo taboo read from this duo that focussed on the barely legal h/ older man H with a twist of DD/lg and humour.
So, as many know RB is a collaboration between two writers, Jacob Chance and an anonymous female author, their strap line being two dirty minds are better than one. And in this case I would heavily agree.
The two writing styles are still rubbing along, yet to mess together seamlessly in the way authors like Alexa Riley or the Lauren Landish/ Willow Winters duo but they’re getting there.
Brock is a longstanding friend of a recently deceased billionaire who has bequeathed him the guardianship of what should have bee a pig tailed, easily controlled earliteen. Instead, Ivy shows up. She’s rather foul mouthed and overly sexual and barely legal. She’s forbidden, young, fully ‘formed’ woman with curves for days and an ass that doesn’t quit. What ensues is a battle of wills as Brock lays down the law, draws the line in the sand and then promptly staggers over it to plunder Ivy’s sweet young, tight body.
Ivy learns to stick with and pursue her life goals, and becomes the mature woman, deciding that Brock and life with her love is the best goal of all.
The story is just about believable but, come on people, this is not why you buy a RB book.
Is it? IS IT??
Yeah, thought not.
It is the hot steamy scenes, that speak to the authenticity of a male author fleshing out the mind of a bachelor, unapologetically tasting the neighbourhood slapper on offer in an effort to get lil Miss Temptation out of his head before he snaps and does something he won’t be able to walk away from.
Oftentimes, it felt like the bulk of the writing finesse and pace in the story fell under Brocks’s PoV, and a smattering of typo/ grammar mistakes peppering the h storyline. However, that is being rather pedantic for the most part.
This is indie writing at its most earthy. And what’s not to like?
If you are looking for an unapologetic smexy ‘lil read with mass endorphin-inducing smut scenes full of passion, then this one will definitely work.
Unless you are still hitting it nightly, for safety reasons this is not a book to read in bed, propped up next to your partner…as it may also cause you to glance up mid-read to glare askance at the slack jawed, drooling face of your sleeping bed partner, whilst you try to dredge up a memory of when last you two got as hot and heavy.
Remy Blake cannot be held liable if you growl, then finally bash their sleeping body over the head with your Kindle, muttering darkly “…shoulda listened to my ma, dammit…”
You are warned.
Four hot and spicy well deserved stars for this novella!