Prick, by Sabrina Paige

Prick

Grade:  C

Doing it at: 47%

Catnip: Good Girl+Bad Boy; Stepsiblings: Not Quite Incest; Protagonists Who Hate Each Other; Secret Banging; Forbidden Romance; Dual Narrative

Shame scale: Pretty high shame. This cover has all the catnip you don’t want to advertise right on it.

Fantasy casting:  n/a

Book description: 

I can’t stop thinking about that prick.
Caulter Sterling is a prick.

A filthy-mouthed, womanizing, crude, spoiled, arrogant prick.

The tattooed, pierced, panty-melting-hot son of a celebrity.

I hate him.

He’s slept his way through practically every girl at Brighton Academy.

Except for me.

I’m the good girl. The responsible girl. The 4.0, class president, studied-so-much-she-never-lost-the-big-V girl.

And in celebration of graduation and adulthood, I just made the worst decision in the history of ever.

I lost my V-card to the devil himself.

It was just one night. So what if it was mind-blowing? Hit it and quit it.

Except I just found out that my father – the Senator, the Presidential hopeful – is marrying Caulter’s mother. Oh, and this summer? We’re hitting the campaign trail.

One big happy family.

I’m totally f**ked.

 
This is a standalone novel with an HEA.

This is the perfect book for laying around and reading on a Sunday when you’re still recovering from the hangover you had on Saturday. Your standard issue Stepsiblings: Not Quite Incest romance. It’s easy, quick, and dirty. No stress, no surprises. They even tell you in the description that it will end happily, with no cliffhanger.

The story starts with Katherine and Caulter’s  famous parents announcing that they have been secretly dating, and have decided to get married. Katherine’s dad is a senator, and Caulter’s mom is an actress. He’s considering a run for president, and they want to take their relationship public. But drama: Katherine called up Caulter the previous weekend and used his legendary sex skills to remedy her troublesome virginity. She came a bunch, because all virgins do. Obviously, they decide that they must never ever let anyone find out about them, because it would cause a media storm and ruin her dad’s career.

Their absentee parents decide to send them to their summer house, and only stop by periodically for public events. Caulter and Katherine quickly (sort of… halfway through the book) strike up a hot summer romance, and get down to it all over the house. Every room. Caulter burns all of her underwear and pants. That kind of book.

But. For all the big deal this cover makes about tattoos and piercings, there was absolutely no mention of either in the book. It felt gimmicky, like her publisher said, “Stepsiblings are tricky. Add some tattoos and piercings to the cover to expand your audience,” and they inked up the cover, but forgot to add it to the book.

Whatever though. I enjoyed it. The writing is fine – it’s no Baby For My Billionaire Stepbrother. It was unremarkable enough to be good for a day when your head hurts and you want to loose yourself in a dirty book and not think too hard, but with enough sex to make it fun. The sequel, Tool, was only 99 cents. I bought it.

One small detail that’s been nagging me: Where is Sabrina Paige from? Is she from the Pittsburgh area? Google had NO ANSWERS. There were some bits of our local dialect that jumped out at me, and I’m wondering if they were actual Pittsburghese, or just typos:

I was shipped off to Brighton, an inconvenience that simply needed reassigned. 

“I don’t need carried,” she says.

SABRINA PAIGE ARE YOU FROM PITTSBURGH? Want to hang out with us and talk about smutty books?

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