Doing it at: 17%
Catnip: Opposites Attract; A Foreign Affair; Beta Hero; Fake Relationship; Deep Dark Secret; Dual Narrative
Shame Scale: I loved this book a million, it had character development and excellent dialog, I have the lowest shame and it’s only related to that cover, it’s not a public transportation cover.
Fantasy Cast: Michael Fassbender; Nora Zehetner
What do we taste like: Deliciously of bacon (new favorite)
Cath Talarico knows a mistake when she makes it, and God knows she’s made her share. So many, in fact, that this Chicago girl knows London is her last, best shot at starting over. But bad habits are hard to break, and soon Cath finds herself back where she has vowed never to go . . . in the bed of a man who is all kinds of wrong: too rich, too classy, too uptight for a free-spirited troublemaker like her.
Nev Chamberlain feels trapped and miserable in his family’s banking empire. But beneath his pinstripes is an artist and bohemian struggling to break free and lose control. Mary Catherine–even her name turns him on–with her tattoos, her secrets, and her gamine, sex-starved body, unleashes all kinds of fantasies.
When blue blood mixes with bad blood, can a couple that is definitely wrong for each other ever be perfectly right? And with a little luck and a lot of love, can they make last night last a lifetime?
I liked About Last Night so much that I probably can’t be impartial or feel like I’m doing it justice. This is the fourth of Ruthie Knox’s books that I have read (surprise surprise I haven’t read them in publication order), and I’ve been charmed by all four. Do you suddenly want to think that beekeeping is sexy? Please go read Truly! Have you always kind of wanted to travel cross-country with a hot guy you hardly know? Seek out Ride With Me! Want to read about a bad girl making good? Here’s About Last Night.
Cath is a transplant to England from Chicago, following a whole mess of shit going down in the states that has made her seek a completely fresh start. Everything in her life is boring and predictable, right down to the commuters she sees taking the train every morning. She knows Emo Boy, and Bus Purse, and Old Guy in Fedora by sight and by schedule. And City, the cute, suited up, straight-laced banker; she knows him by site and by schedule, too. She’s got a strict set of rules for herself that basically boil down to “if you really want something it’s probably wrong, and you can’t have it.” Which means no dating, she’s got a two-year long dry spell and no intention of breaking it any time soon. Until a frenemy has a piece that Cath desperately wants for an upcoming exhibition at the Victoria and Albert museum where Cath works in curatorial (the piece is a hand knit straitjacket which sounds very freaking cool); and she’s only sharing it IF Cath agrees to go on a blind date with her cousin. She’s not thrilled about the idea, but decides it’s just ONE date and logically what can actually go wrong?
Well, obviously, everything. Cath wakes up in a strange bed, with no initial recollection of how she got there. She’s mostly dressed, appears unmolested, and the previous evening starts to come back to her in bits and pieces. The boring date, the one drink too many…running into City on the wharf and being so drunk that he brought her home. Home to his home, into his big wooden bed. Cath is embarrassed but feels safe, because anyone could tell that City is one of the good guys, he’s boring and nice, and would never take advantage of her.
City has left her a towel, a toothbrush, and has an apartment that smells tantalizingly of bacon. This is kind of the ideal situation to wake up in when you’ve woken up in a strange bed, as we all have (unless you haven’t- good for you- lets not gloat). Cath cleans up, goes in search of him (and her clothes which have gone missing), and finds him painting. Not exactly what she was expecting. She isn’t expecting the perfect body to look so good in a t-shirt either, or his shark smile to make her feel all tingly in her bits.
Smiling, City didn’t appear altogether safe.
To her dismay, he lit her up like a pinball machine.
It doesn’t take much time or convincing for City to roll Cath into his bed and show her how spectacularly good he is in there. Cath has Very hot sex with a man whose name she still doesn’t know, and is feeling not too awful about it (hard to feel awful after multiple orgasms with a delicious gent), when his brother shows up and manages to make her feel tarty and unwelcome so Cath scampers out before City can put up a fight.
Only City really likes her, and he thinks he’ll like her out of bed just as much as he likes her in bed. So, Nev (that’s his actual name, Neville Chamberlain, very proper) pursues Cath. He waits for her at the train station, and when she won’t agree to a real date he woos her on the commute itself with chocolate bars and bags of crisps.
Nev’s mouth curled up at the corners, and he lowered his voice, leaning closer. “Of course I’m trying to get you back in bed with me. I loved having you in my bed. I’d like to chain you to my bed.” He trailed a finger down her bare arm, leaving a trail of sighing nerve endings. “But I’d also like to have lunch with you.”
Cath tries to be strong in the face of his charms. She has rules and walls and goals. But Nev is her Kryptonite and she agrees to hooking up with him; ONLY hooking up mind you. Lovely hooking up with take away dinners, and hot sex, and cuddling, and laughing. Hooking up that very soon involves real feelings.
Knox does a bang up job of making their growing affection for each other seem real. There’s not insta-love over a two-day sex-cation. Cath is prickly and City is sweet and steady and nice (but not too nice dammit) and thinks Cath is worth an effort. He’s treading carefully around the minefields of her hidden past and slowly insinuating himself into her life. Even with all of her self erected barriers Cath can’t stop herself falling for him, though letting him in is a different story, she hasn’t even told him where she lives. I found myself wrapped up in the characters, waiting for the house of cards to fall, and for someone to get their heart wrecked. And when everything did go wrong I actually felt myself tearing up; all the feels in my cold dead heart.
I gave About Last Night a solid A, Knox’ dialog is leagues above many romance authors, and her sex scenes are hot without veering in to gratuitous.The secrets that Cath has been keeping are actually bad enough to make you think “well, I might want a new life, too.” Which was a delight because deep dark secrets in books usually elicit eye rolling over how very lame they are. There is just enough sex, just enough humor, all the happy ending a girl could want. I loved this and really want you to read it so you can join me on the City “squeeeeeee” train.