Doing it at: 42%
Catnip: Billionaires; Second Chance Love; Yacht Sex; Swooning; Sequel
Shame Scale: Regular old medium shame.
Fantasy Cast: Matt Bomer; Carey Mulligan
What do we taste like?: Mint and chocolate and whipped cream
Malcolm Saint was an assignment. A story. A beautiful, difficult man I was supposed to uncover for a racy exposé.
I intended to reveal him, his secrets, his lifestyle—not let him reveal me. But my head was overtaken by my heart and suddenly nothing could stop me from falling. I fell for him, and I fell hard.
Malcolm Saint is absolute Sin, and I’ve become a hopeless Sinner.
Now that the assignment is over, Saint wants something from me–something unexpected–and I want this wicked playboy’s heart. But how can I prove to the man who trusts no one that I’m worthy of becoming his plus one?
Cleone: I was so glad that I only had to wait four days to get this book, the cliffhanger at the end of Manwhore made me so mad, authors can’t just do that to us! Stop playing games with our hearts, romance authors!
Mary: Agreed. Even though this is Romance Land where everyone gets a happily ever after, it’s still maddening to pause a story in the middle of a break-up.
C: Manwhore +1 picks up right where Manwhore left off, with Rachel being summoned to meet Saint after a month of crying and pining for him since her deception was revealed to the world. You can’t really blame him for cutting off contact with her, he had been pushing pretty hard for Rachel to be his girlfriend, to share his extravagant playboy life with him, and to let her walls down. Instead he finds out that she was investigating him for her magazine. Poor Saint, I’d help dry his tears.
M: With my body.
C: Saint isn’t trying to make up though, he’s offering Rachel a job with his company. For an exorbitent sum, with an HR talking head there to act as a buffer.
M: Ice cold. Poor Rachel just wanted to tell Saint how much she loves him, and to try and explain herself. Saint wasn’t having any of it though – he tells her that a job is all he can offer her. And Rachel remembers him stating that he never makes the sex with his employees, so she holds on to her last thread of hope and declines.
C: Rachel is crushed that he wasn’t just trying to win her back, but as her friend Gina (whom we adore) points out, Saint is obviously still trying to take care of her:
“Saint is too smart, Rachel. He wanted to make sure you showed up. He fucking wants you there. He is offering health insurance for your next of kin, Your mom. Do you realize what this means for you on the work front?”
C: Because she’s stubborn and can’t just submit to Saint wanting her for her brains, Rachel resists and tries to be happy working at Edge. Except her boss is trying to capitalize on Rachel’s newfound fame as the girl who landed and duped Malcom Saint and has her writing dating pieces. “You too could land your own billionaire in eight simple steps!” type articles. Which, is pretty not ok. Her friends are urging her strongly to just take the job. Plus they’re being hilarious in their supporting:
“Saint is very physical. You know what would do you and Saint a world of good? Tyrannosaurus sex: mean, violent, delicious, painful, and cathartic.” Wynn adds, “That will lead you then to spooning. Emmett and I are still so new though, we can’t even spoon. It’s more like sporking.”
Let’s be honest in this sacred space, guys, spooning always leads to sporking.
M: You’re right there, it’s right there, everything is all lined up…
C: I was worried we would have to wait till the very end to get our HEA, and Mary was on a yacht of her own floating around the Caribbean so I was just texting all my frustrations into thin air.
M: This book was released while I was on vacation, but I insisted someone take me to land in a dingy so I could hook my kindle up to some Wi-fi and download it. I was not able to get the coveted midnight download, but c’est la vie. By the time I had my book in hand and some internet, Cleone had filled up my inbox with friendly texts like these:
C: Saint is still mad at Rachel but he can’t stay away and soon he’s agreeing to give her another chance on the condition that she stops saying no to him. He’s not going to be the only one all-in this time around.
M: Rachel’s deception genuinely HURT him, and I liked that Saint didn’t just jump back into a relationship with Rachel at the start of the book even though they obviously still have all the chemistry. He’s honest about how he felt before she wrote her article, how it made him feel to find out that she was pursuing him for a story, and how he’s feeling about her now. It was all terribly mature for a romance novel. She had to work for it, earn back some trust. Luckily we didn’t have to wait till the end of the book, thank god.
C: Of all our billionaire book boyfriends Saint is the very hottest. He’s not holding a grudge or being emotionally unavailable, he’s just fucking away all her reservations and saying all the best things.
Saint says nothing for a long time.
Then: “Do you miss me?”
He rolls to his side and the fabric of his shirt is about to tear open under the flex of his muscles as he searches my face. He leans close to my ear, and says, “Do you think of me sometimes when you don’t want to … do you need me … do you still feel me?”
“I feel you everywhere.”
C: Once Rachel and Saint have reunited we get lots and lots of hot sex, Evans must have known the readers were salty over being cliffhangered and threw us a bone. Several bones.
“Is that you want, little one?” he asks, pulling me up so I feel him between my legs. In a world where he can buy anything he wants, I’m his littlest thing. And he’s my biggest, grandest thing.
M: You just can’t resist a guy who gives a girl tiny nicknames, can you? #TallGirlFantasies
It was crazy hot though. It was the A+ doing it from Manwhore, with more sweet. As with life, it seems that sex in romance novels is better when there are feelings involved.
C: Rachel was annnoyingly stubborn about letting Saint buy things for her, maybe its my constant poverty, but I was eye rolling at her inability to just let the dude buy her a dress.
M: That was my only pet peeve as well. It seems like all the heroines in billionaire books have to go out of their way to prove that they ain’t in it for the money. It’s ok honey, you can enjoy the money a little bit. Billionaire means never having to budget.
C: It takes a while, but not so long that I got vexed, to get to our HEA. Evans wrote us a good one too. I was in no way disappointed. She wrote us an alpha billionaire hero with a soft heart and the ability to tie cherry stems in a knot. I’d be a picky bitch to quibble.
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