Wrecked, by Prisilla West

wrecked

Grade:  D

Doing it at: 60%

Catnip: Tattoos; Dark Secrets; Friends to Lovers; Dramatic Rescues; Kittens; MMA Fighter

Shame scale: Medium. The cover is really just abs, but everyone knows what you’re reading.

Fantasy casting:  Channing Tatum and Britt Robertson (or some other giant, ripped guy and tiny girl. I don’t really care.)

Book description: 

“There would be no happy ending for us. He was too damaged. I was too broken.”
Two years ago, Lorrie’s mother was murdered. But that wasn’t the end of it. Reeling from the tragedy, Lorrie’s father spiraled into alcohol, depression, and finally suicide.
The two most important people in Lorrie’s life are both gone but she’s still alive.
Trying to recover from the tragedy, Lorrie returns to campus, ready to pick up the pieces of her life. All Lorrie wants is to get back to “normal.”

Then she meets Hunter. The man, the legend, “The Hammer.”

Hunter is a cage fighter who takes on every fight like he’s got nothing to lose. His life is a tangled mess of girls, booze, and fist fights. And while it may seem like he’s got a devil-may-care attitude, he’s fighting a private cage-match with a monster he can’t defeat. Lorrie knows that Hunter is exactly the type of guy she should stay away from, especially in her fragile state, but Hunter has other ideas. As Hunter and Lorrie grow closer together, will they be able to overcome their pain and heal each other? Or will they both end up wrecked?”

I’m stuck in this shame world and I don’t know how to get out.

Wrecked. Ugh. I hated this book. Really, honestly hated. It gave me all the clichés you could ever want. Lorrie is the poor, loner college girl who had to drop out because of a huge family tragedy. Hunter is the strong, womanizing MMA fighter with a deep dark secret. Toss in a couple gossipy bimbos who like to give blow jobs in tandem, the ever-concerned roommate/bestie who loves to set up blind dates and a box of kittens and you’re done. Book written.

Lorrie’s return to school after her mother’s murder and her father’s suicide is filled with tension. She wants only to keep her head down, attend classes and move on with her life. (She also, for whatever reason, is very concerned about being old for a sophomore. This is annoying, since she is only 20. NOT. OLD.)  Her first act back on campus is to stop at a small bridge and reread her father’s suicide note. Then she falls into the small, frozen lake. And, just as you would expect, the hottest guy she’s ever seen ever is the one who pulls her out. Hunter takes her back to his place, warms her up in the most boring way possible (with actual dry clothes and tea and a warm shower), then she flees. Actually runs away.

Her best friend convinces her that a blind date is what she needs. Armed with fake IDs, they meet the guys in a bar. And although they are very minor, barely mentioned characters, they are douche bags. Lorrie hears excited voices and shouting from another part of the bar and excuses herself to catch the action. Lo and behold is hot guy Hunter, standing in a cage ready to fight another guy. They make eye contact, and immediately after the fight, he’s found her and is making his move. They walk together, he asks her directly to date him and she skirts around it and asks to remain friends. Together, they study and watch movies and adopt six abandoned kittens that they bottle feed. You know, friend stuff.

The friend-thing only last so long. Lorrie overhears gossipy bimbos #1 and #2 in the bathroom talking about how great it was to give Hunter a blow job, and she’s immediately jealous. There’s a confrontation, it eventually evolves into forgiveness, and then on Valentine’s day, an interrupted kiss. When they sit down to talk about that kiss, they just end up having all the sex everywhere all over his apartment and burn through his stock of condoms and lube. Seriously, they go from awkward friends to raging sex fiends doing it in every position in like half a page. They include sausages and grape jelly and role-playing into all this sex. They hit “we did it 10 times” at twelve hours. I think they cover more in two days than most couples would be comfortable covering in two years. It’s absurd. I yelled at the book. NO ONE HAS THAT MUCH SEX IN 12 HOURS! And it’s really the only substantial sex part in the book. (There’s a mutual masturbation scene later, but it’s meh at best)

It’s obvious that Hunter has a Secret, but Lorrie is pretty wrapped up in her own drama to notice, and jumps to some conclusions as they do in these books. You have to read to find out more. And, since this is first in a series, Lorrie and Hunter’s story doesn’t end here. I don’t think I’m going to bother reading the sequel. I found nothing redeeming about this book. But, everyone has their own tastes and you may love Hunter and Lorrie. Someone has to.

(Edited: I kind of liked this one. Maybe your standards just haven’t dropped enough yet….   – Mary)