@TheSpencerRyan exudes confidence, I mean, have you seen him??? His dark good looks and tattooed muscled perfection are too much. He's hot. Lickably hot. And he has a way with words that leaves me breathless. But cocky doesn't even cover it, this guy is so arrogant you have to fight back. But God he's so lickable! The thing is though, he looks like sex but he'll taste like jackass.
@OMGJazzyP is a sexy, annoying ball of rage in fuck-me heels and she hates me. Although her nipples would tend to disagree. It's a deadly combination. She’s a princess. And when I say princess, I mean intolerable, spoiled brat with a tiara. Sure she's got that curvaceous goddess thing going on, but that mouth of hers... God it needs something in it to shut it up. #GotJustTheThingRightHere
This is not your average British romance. It's a tale of high heels, hot tattooed bad boys and sex oranges, all wrapped up in a coating of chocolate. It's 'love' in a social media world, where not everyone is who they seem and where some people’s bios should carry a warning. #JustSayin
The sight and smell that greets me is just the same as it was yesterday. Bowls and utensils everywhere; and an incredible smell of chocolate and trays with neat lines of rolled truffles. Except today, I notice it. How did I miss all this crap yesterday, chocolate usually comes above everything!
Oh, but yesterday I was on a mission.
Drooling, I head around the counter and pick up a ball of
chocolate from one of the trays, savouring it as the flavours explode in my
mouth. Dark chocolate with some kind of boozy fruit flavour. God, it’s good.
And she did this?
She’s dangerous.
A woman who looks like her, thinks like her, wears those shoes,
gives me shit and makes stuff like this, is a danger.
If I had a heart, I’d be falling in love.
I come to a big bowl of soft looking chocolate goo with a
spatula sitting in it. I dip my finger in the gooey goodness and lift it to my
mouth.
Holy hell! That is fucking amazing. It’s ginger and dark
chocolate with some alcohol. Damn. I want to put my face in the bowl. I glance
around, then shrug. Lifting the spatula out, with a decent scoop, I lean
against the counter and take a good long lick.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she barks as she
comes into the kitchen.
“Just having a taste, Princess,” I reply, turning to let her
see me take another lick.
She storms over, trying to grab the spatula out of my hand.
Good luck with that sweetheart, this is me and chocolate. You ain’t getting it
back.
“You can’t just wander in here whenever you feel like it.”
“The door was open.”
“Give that back!” she demands, catching hold of it. For a
second we both pull at it, but then I see an opportunity and let go. Chocolate
splatters her face, neck and chest and stops her dead in her tracks.
I choke on a laugh.
She looks at me, mouth open, “You did that on purpose!”
I shrug.
She glances down at the mess on her chest and my eyes follow,
locking in on her begging nipples, visible through her dress. She looks embarrassed.
“It’s ok, Princess, I know they like me even if you don’t.
Happens whenever I’m around.”
“It does not!”
“Mmmm-ok.”
I step closer. She backs off, but I catch her arm and pull her
close.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
“I don’t waste chocolate,” I reply softly and then lean in and
swipe my tongue over her temple.
She wriggles, but it’s a weak effort. “Get off me,” she
demands.
“Hold still, Princess, it's all over you.” I take another lick
at her cheek and move down to her neck.
“Ok, that’s enough,” she snaps, her breath catching in her
throat as I suck in her earlobe.
I lick her neck just below her ear even though there’s no
chocolate there and the way her head falls slightly back in surrender makes me
swallow hard. “It’s never enough,” I murmur.
What the fuck?
I shake the sappy shit out of my head before I grow a vagina,
and pluck the spatula out of her hand, painting a trail down her cleavage.
Dropping the spatula on the floor, I grab her by the arse and lift her so that
I can lick it all off. She yelps and struggles and I plonk her down on the
kitchen counter, leaning forward and feasting on the stripe I painted between
her breasts. Her dress is ruined, shame, I quite liked it.
I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review.
One the first thoughts I had while reading this book was "Finally! A book that highlights the art of Twitter stalking!" We've all done it and I found myself saying, "Yup. That's exactly how I would have done that."
Jazz first sees Spencer when she is out getting lunch and she is immediately intrigued by him. He's wearing a suit, but she can see that he has tattoos on his arms and can't help but wonder how far up they go. She seems him a few more times and then one day while walking to work, Jazz and her best friend Mags see Spencer on the street. Wanting to know who he is, Mags follows him to his work hope that she will find out what his name is. And this is where the glorious Twitter stalking comes into play.
In a weird twist, Jazz goes to spend some time with Mags at Mags' father's house and while out one night they run into Will, an ex-boyfriend of Mags. He introduces them to his cousin and guess who that cousin is? SPENCER. Luckily for them, he does not recognize them since they do not use their faces as their Twitter photo. Spencer actually makes a really bad first impression and it kind of bums Jazz out. To make things even more crazy, it turns out Spencer and Will are part of the construction crew doing work at the house. So this means that Jazz is around Spencer CONSTANTLY.
Despite the bad first impression, Jazz and Spencer keep up the Twitter conversation and things get ridiculously steamy in the DMs. (If you have ever done the cyber sex thing, just think of that, but then imagine it like 50x hotter.) Then things get steamy in real life and when I say steamy I mean there were multiple times where I felt the need to take a cold shower. Of course when things happen for real, that's when it becomes REALLY complicated.
I say anymore about the plot, because I don't want to spoil it, but there is plenty of interesting stuff that keeps things moving. Have you ever met someone who you wanted to both smack upside the head and then make out with them? That is Spencer Ryan. One minute he is pissing you off and the next you want to rip off his clothes and do things...naughty, delicious things. I both loved and hated him. I like Jazz a lot. I may not have agreed with the way she handled things throughout the book, but when it came down to it she was a great match for Spencer.
Going back to Mags and Will for a second...how about a novella for these two Kerry? I would love to know more about their past relationship and maybe get a little peek into their future. Pretty please? I love it when I read a book and become just as invested in the secondary characters as I do the main characters.
So in short.....go #1clickthisbitch.
He works at an architectural firm. I checked out their website, but his face is not on their associates page. So I picked a guy he looked like he could be friends with and searched him on Twitter. Went through his followers and BINGO! @TheSpencerRyan. He uses a great picture of himself, you should check it out.YES. (If you're on Twitter you've done that or something very similar...admit it.) From there Jazz, Mags and Spencer get into a Twitter conversation. Spencer is intrigued by Jazz because she is different from all the other women we tweet at him. He can tell she isn't doing it just so she can hopefully meet him one day. He also enjoys their banter/flirting.
In a weird twist, Jazz goes to spend some time with Mags at Mags' father's house and while out one night they run into Will, an ex-boyfriend of Mags. He introduces them to his cousin and guess who that cousin is? SPENCER. Luckily for them, he does not recognize them since they do not use their faces as their Twitter photo. Spencer actually makes a really bad first impression and it kind of bums Jazz out. To make things even more crazy, it turns out Spencer and Will are part of the construction crew doing work at the house. So this means that Jazz is around Spencer CONSTANTLY.
Despite the bad first impression, Jazz and Spencer keep up the Twitter conversation and things get ridiculously steamy in the DMs. (If you have ever done the cyber sex thing, just think of that, but then imagine it like 50x hotter.) Then things get steamy in real life and when I say steamy I mean there were multiple times where I felt the need to take a cold shower. Of course when things happen for real, that's when it becomes REALLY complicated.
I say anymore about the plot, because I don't want to spoil it, but there is plenty of interesting stuff that keeps things moving. Have you ever met someone who you wanted to both smack upside the head and then make out with them? That is Spencer Ryan. One minute he is pissing you off and the next you want to rip off his clothes and do things...naughty, delicious things. I both loved and hated him. I like Jazz a lot. I may not have agreed with the way she handled things throughout the book, but when it came down to it she was a great match for Spencer.
Going back to Mags and Will for a second...how about a novella for these two Kerry? I would love to know more about their past relationship and maybe get a little peek into their future. Pretty please? I love it when I read a book and become just as invested in the secondary characters as I do the main characters.
So in short.....go #1clickthisbitch.
Terrible wife
Mediocre mother
Appalling housewife
Fashion graduate
Wedding co-ordinator
Sex toy salesperson
Shop manager
Designer
Font collector
Romance addict
Fancier of nice men
Ok, fancier of almost all men
Awesome cupcake baker
Incessant singer
Film buff
Friend
Writer
