Price of a Kiss, by Linda Kage

Price of a Kiss

Grade: C+

Doing it at: 85%

Catnip: Just a Gigolo; Hot Neighbor; Dangerous Ex; Friends to Lovers

Shame Scale: Not the high shame book that I wanted.

Fantasy Cast: Theo James, Teresa Palmer

What does he taste like?: Relief and devotion

Book Description:

I don’t care what my cousin says; I am not the queen of impossible relationships. I mean, just because my last boyfriend tried to kill me and left a bit of a scar on my neck, then forced me to move across the country and legally change my name to Reese Randall to escape him, does not mean-

Oh, who am I kidding? For a freshman in college, I have to have the worst dating track record ever.

It’s no wonder love is the last thing on my mind when Mason Lowe enters my life. But the chemistry between us is like bam! Our connection defies logic. And he’s just so freaking hot. Being around him makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before. I even like bickering with him. He could be my soul mate…except for one teeny tiny glitch.

He’s a gigolo.

Boy, do I know how to pick them.

This was the second book I read in Linda Kage’s Forbidden Men series. I broke my “read all series in order” rule, and started out with To Professor, with Love back when I was on a teacher/student kick (I just like that stuff, ok?), and enjoyed it much more than I was expecting. When I saw that Cleone had dropped this one in the family library, I was super excited to read it while on my vacation – the whole stripper/hooker trope is right up there with stepbrothers for me.

This was the first book I read on our trip, when all my traveling companions learned that, “What are you reading?” will usually get you something like, “Well it’s about a girl who had to change her name and go into hiding because her ex-boyfriend tried to kill her, and she meets this guy who’s stupid hot, who turns out to be a gigolo, and they both really want each other, but he can’t quit his job because he needs to support his mother and disabled sister. It’s really emotional.”

At least that’s how I described it to my cousin who is literally a rocket scientist. He was reading non-fiction, did not seem interested in reading my book, and consequently I’m positive he did not enjoy his vacation nearly as much as I did. Nine days of pina coladas and ten trash books, vs nine days of pina coladas and one boring non-fiction book about the history of the conflict in Iran? Clearly I was YOLO’ing way harder than him.

Reese has just transferred to a community college, and the book opens with her and her cousin talking about the Hot Thing across the quad. Her cousin is all, “Yeah, he’s the hottest of all time, but you can’t afford him. Literally. He’s a gigolo.” Then Reese and Hot Thing share some sizzling eye contact – until he notices her cousin with her, and then he glares at them like they’re a bunch of girls gossiping about him being a sex worker (which they are), and storms off.

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