Doing it at: 43%
Catnip: Friends to Lovers, Beta Hero, Aussies, #TeamAnal, Shower Sex, Strong Female Lead, Bulge Talk
Shame Scale: Super low shame, it’s a fantastic book – but it gets pretty steamy so you’re not going to want to read this one while you’re waiting in the lobby to talk to your kid’s preschool teacher.
Fantasy Cast: This version of Tom Welling, Mila Kunis
WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS STAYS IN VEGAS. BUT WHAT DIDN’T HAPPEN IN VEGAS SEEMS TO FOLLOW THEM EVERYWHERE—Book Three in the sexy, fun New York Times bestselling Wild Seasons series that began with Sweet Filthy Boy (the Romantic Times Book of the Year) and Dirty Rowdy Thing.
Lola and Oliver like to congratulate themselves on having the good sense not to consummate their drunken Las Vegas marriage. If they’d doubled-down on that mistake, their Just Friends situation might not be half as great as it is now.
…Or so goes the official line.
In reality, Lola’s wanted Oliver since day one—and over time has only fallen harder for his sexy Aussie accent and easygoing ability to take her as she comes. More at home in her studio than in baring herself to people, Lola’s instinctive comfort around Oliver nearly seems too good to be true. So why ruin a good thing?
Even as geek girls fawn over him, Oliver can’t get his mind off what he didn’t do with Lola when he had the chance. He knows what he wants with her now…and it’s far outside the friend zone. When Lola’s graphic novel starts getting national acclaim—and is then fast-tracked for a major motion picture—Oliver steps up to be there for her whenever she needs him. After all, she’s not the kind of girl who likes all that attention, but maybe she’s the kind who’ll eventually like him.
Sometimes seeing what’s right in front of us takes a great leap of faith. And sometimes a dark wild night in Vegas isn’t just the end of a day, but the beginning of a bright new life…
Mary: Alright guys. Book three in the Wild Seasons series, all of which are fantastic. Seriously, this series is a top five for me. Heart stopping romance, perfectly dreamy heroes, and love scenes that are almost poetic.
Cleone: We read the other two books BBS (Before Book Shame), so this is our first chance to talk about how much we love this series and book boyfriends Ansel and Finn.
M: Lola and Oliver are the last pair in their friend circle who haven’t hooked up yet. They were married (and annulled) in Vegas along with Ansel and Mia, and Finn and Harlow in the beginning of Sweet Filthy Boy, but unlike their friends, they did not consummate things, and have kept things strictly, rigidly, in the best friend zone ever since.
Of course, the two other couples who hooked up in Vegas – our friends Mia and Ansel, and Harlow and Finn – are happily married. But Oliver and I occasionally (especially when drunk) like to commend ourselves for being the only ones who did the shotgun Vegas wedding thing like normal people: with nothing but regret, an annulment, and a hangover.
C: Lola kind of awkwardly offered to consummate the relationship while they were in Vegas, and Oliver very politely turned her down. Its been nothing but platonic besties since then, minus some very dirty fantasies that have been playing out in Oliver’s head.
M: Unbeknownst to one another, Lola and Oliver are each carrying a giant torch for the other.
C: The mutual crushing is pretty adorable, with both sides pining but afraid to take the relationship out of the friend zone and ruin what they currently have. And also their shared fear that the other person won’t reciprocate their feelings.
Our story picks up when the slow simmering of Loliver is reaching a roiling boil. There is a lot going on in Lola’s professional life; she’s a comic book artist and her first book has just been optioned for a major motion picture, and Oliver is the first person she wants to tell about her exciting news. He’s also the only one who knows how to sooth her jangled nerves and distract her when everything becomes too overwhelming.
I’m not sure she even has a millisecond of time to think about romance, but it’s fine; I think about it enough for the both of us.
M: *Sigh* ❤ ❤ ❤
The romance develops slowly and adorably in this one; they’re both trying to figure out if the other one is maybe interested with lingering touches, heated banter. When things happen between the two, it’s very measured and deliberate. Everything takes a turn the morning that Oliver offers to let Lola sketch him – in his boxers. This is why we read Christina Lauren, you guys:
COCK. It’s all I can see. It’s there beneath his boxers, half-hard, obviously uncut, following the line of his hip. My God, it’s thick. And if Oliver is a grow’er, he could knock a woman’s teeth out when he fucks her.
Can we talk about how unbelievably sexy this book was? I’m going to go ahead and say that I think Christina Hobbs and Lauren Billings are writing the hottest books out there these days.
C: Every single one of their books I read I think that there is no way they’ll be able to top themselves, and every time they do. These girls know how to make something as innocent as cuddling on a couch crazy hot. Like fingertip brushes and hair stroking — el fuego.
M: Look at this quote. I was reading this while making dinner for my kids and supervising homework, and I actually had to put the book aside because I was feeling like a total perv reading it in front of other people. To be clear: I can read step sibling erotica at my dentist’s office and threesomes while waiting for my son’s principal.
I never want to run out of clothes because every time he peels something away, he kisses me lower, hums against the skin, and bites the the smallest bit. It’s like having lust uncorked and poured in bubbly streams across my skin.
M: Excuse me, I think I need to go wash my hair.
C: Mary warned me that I might want to wait till after tuck ins to read this one, and she was not wrong. We both love when books get to the doing it early on, but man there IS something to be said for a sex scene that happens after the characters have been pining for each other for literally years.
The Christina Lauren duo also has the unique ability to write nice guys who are also very dirty in bed (Ansel might be the perfect example of this). Their book boyfriends are perfection:
“You liked that,” he says, lips finding my jaw. “I spanked your pussy and you liked it.”
I moan, wanting his mouth on mine, the odd reassurance of it.
“You’re filthy,” he praises, licking my lower lip. “You’re glorious.“
C: Now, remember that he’s saying that with an Australian accent
(Full disclosure, if we every make it to a book signing of theirs, I’m bringing this fucking dick trophy)
M: Harlow, from Dirty Rowdy Thing, was great in this book. She reminds me of Brooke Davis in One Tree Hill. I love when the best friend relationships in a book feel genuine and funny, and this series has that in spades.
C: I love the female friendships in this book, the girls seem to genuinely like and support each other. They give each other stern advice and tough love without veering over into pushy, and you can feel through the page how much each character values these relationships.
Lola is guilty of some textbook DBB (dumb book behavior), and reading about this couple floundering made us ache, we were very invested in Loliver and just wanted them to get their HEA already.
M: I was reading ahead a tiny bit on this one, and met C for coffee while in the midst of the third act drama. I was extremely salty when she insisted I engage with her and wouldn’t let me just sit with her and read (sometimes we do that, ok?). I was all, “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M DEALING WITH RIGHT NOW WITH THIS BOOK!” As much as Lola drove me bananas, it was pretty unputdownable.
C: If I had been caught up, and known what she was dealing with I would have just let her read! But I had FORGOTTEN MY KINDLE, and if I’m suffering, so is she. Sorry, Bae.
C: We’ve been newly promised a fourth Wild Seasons book, and I’m thinking we’re getting surfer girl London this time around. CL needs to HABO and start dropping some story sneak-peeks. Though, obviously, we are just going to pre-order anything they give us.
M: I’ve got nothing else to say. Just buy this whole fucking series, you’re welcome.
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