Bang Gang, by Jade West


Grade: B

Doing it at:  14%

Catnip: Second Chance Romance; Just a Gigolo; Light Orgies; Bad Boys; Baby Mama Drama; M/F/M/M/M/M, Tent Sex, Small Town Romance, But It Was 99 Cents…

Shame Scale: I mean its a book called Bang Gang, you probably don’t want to read this one in paperback form basically anywhere.

Fantasy Cast:  All the boys from Magic Mike II & Rose Leslie

What do we taste like: Beer and blood

Book Description:

It’s one thing knowing your ex-boyfriend is a bit of a player, but it’s another thing altogether to find out he’s offering his services to anyone who’ll pay good money for them.

Not just himself, either. That would be far too regular for Darren Trent.

Darren Trent – my teenage sweetheart and father to my two young girls – is not just putting himself up for sale.. Oh no. Darren Trent offers his escort services alongside four of his mechanic friends – all of them at the same time.

Five hot, sweaty mechanics at your service.

They call themselves the Bang Gang… you can imagine.

In a village our size I should keep my head down and hope the scandal blows over before the girls or my poor old Nanna catch wind of it.

Only it’s not blowing over. Far from it. It seems every woman in the village wants themselves some mechanic action.

They make no qualms about it, either. Just rock on up to my café counter and ask how they can book themselves in for a Bang Gang special. Like I would know.

I definitely wouldn’t know. I hardly even know Darren Trent anymore. We split up a lifetime ago.

I definitely don’t think about him late at night. Don’t think about five mechanics and me as much as every other woman in this village.

And even if I did, I wouldn’t act on it. I wouldn’t draw the money from my savings account and have a go for myself.

And even if I did that, I definitely, definitely wouldn’t fall for him. Not again. Not after everything we went through. Not after splitting up the first time nearly brought me to my knees.

Not after settling into a decent routine, the girls and me, with no drama, no heartbreak, no crazy passions to rock the calm little boat we’re sailing on.

I mean, who would be stupid enough to risk all that over a hot, sweaty, oily bit of rough like Darren Trent?

Just look at that synopsis! A book about a single mom and a five-some of mechanics who perform gang bangs for pocket money? There was literally no way I could resist this one; it hit catnip I didn’t even know I had. I couldn’t even look at the title without giggling, and it made me really happy to explain to everyone what I was reading. Come on, BANG GANG. Genius.

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Sarah’s Seduction, by Lora Leigh

Sarah's seduction

Grade: C-

Doing it at: 13%

Catnip: All in the Family, Threesomes, Fivesomes, Light Orgies, Mysterious Stalker, This Shit Is Bananas, WTF, Butt Stuff; Aftercare, #TeamAnal

Shame Scale: Red Hot Burning Shame

Fantasy Cast: Josh Hartnett x 2, Anne Hathaway, Matt Dillon, Christina Ricci

What do we taste like?: Like nectar. Like the sweetest honeyed drug.

Book Description:

Book 2 in the Men of August series

On a hot summer night six years before, Brock August showed Sarah Tate a passion that would nearly destroy her. But fear and innocence drove her from his arms and into a marriage she neither wanted nor found happiness in. Now Sarah is free and she wants that night she lost. One night, a few stolen hours to know the heat and passion of the man she never forgot. But Brock has other plans in mind. A secret, a passion, a desire his brothers share. A desire Sarah will be unable to deny. That is, if she can escape the dark designs of the stalker intent on destroying the August men.

This is the sequel to Marly’s Choice, the bananas romance between three brothers, and Marly, their “ward,” of sorts. I won’t say I was dying to read this book, but I was looking forward to seeing how much crazier this story would get when the men added another woman to their harem. Some back story: The August brothers – Cade (the oldest), and twins Sam and Brock, suffered some sort of traumatic abuse when they were older teens. As a result, they’ve found that the only way they can express their love for each other, and reinforce their bond as brothers, is to share their girlfriends with each other. In Marly’s choice, Cade finally took Marly as his woman, but she takes care of all his brothers as well. Sometimes all of them at the same time. The Family that plays together, stays together, and all that.

Also, I want to mention that I read most of this book on an airplane, sitting in between my husband and a stranger, with large print. I’m kind of proud of myself for that, because it definitely took some balls.

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The Dark Space, by Mary Ann Rivers and Ruthie Knox

The Dark Space

Grade: A+

Doing it at: 93% – but it’s still one of the hottest books

Catnip: College Romance; Drama Nerds; Light Orgies

Shame Scale: Zero, this is a Real Book. Only with the bonus of some of the best sex scenes we’ve had the pleasure of reading.

Book Description:

College senior Winnie Frederickson has accomplished nothing in four years but summa cum laude and the power of invisibility. 

A professor’s kid, carelessly popular Cal Darling feels like he’s been going to college forever. If there’s anything left to learn, he’s not going to find it in the classroom. 

The theater department’s “make-out class” is famously hard to get into, and what goes on between the twelve people who take it every spring is an annual topic of speculation. Winnie needs one more arts class to appear well-rounded for fellowships. Cal is just … bored. 

The dark space—a class, a place, a state of mind—is ready for them both.

Mary: This book was incredible. Ruthie Knox has yet to write anything we don’t love – her stories feel so REAL, which is almost an oxymoron when we’re talking about romance novels – and I would say that this book solidified her in our minds as an instant purchase. This is our first time reading anything by Mary Ann Rivers, but I’m definitely going to be looking for more of hers. We read a lot of stepbrother/rocker/billionaire/soundrel books, and this one was surprisingly fresh – I don’t really have anything to compare it to. I’d say it’s a touch paranormal, but mostly it’s about the connections you make with other people.

Cleone: This is a romance between quiet, invisible Winnie, and Cal, the outgoing guy who seems to know everyone. They meet each other in a theater course their senior year, and have an immediate connection. They are two perfectly ordinary people, who have a bond that is anything but.

M: And it’s a Real Book, in the sense that that it’s an original plot, not following the conventional romance novel tropes, with the kind of writing you could recommend to all your book snob friends and not feel the tiniest bit of shame about. But it’s also really really hot:

What I couldn’t work out in all that reading was why I couldn’t stop thinking about dragging Winnie Frederickson backstage and getting every part of her body against every part of my body in every possible configuration until we both fucking died of it.

M: That’s all you’re getting from us on plot. You’ll want to read this one blind. And the writing in this book. I just kept highlighting and highlighting, bookmarking everything. It’s hard to articulate – I just wanted to memorize these words, and eat them, and rub them all over my body.

C: Reading this one reminded me of reading poetry, where you feel like every word has been picked so precisely and is so weighted that you have to linger and read things twice and try to absorb it into your skin before you can move on.

Take this quote for example, the way Cal talks about the subtleties of reading body language:

But when she said if you want in that rasp of a voice she had, her index finger, the one which had been so diligently tracing lines and squares, slid into the valley between her knees and rubbed.

Limited appeals, remember? So while some triangle-shaped frat guy might need a body-language lexicon just sensitive enough to pick up on a hair toss, I had been collecting the alphabet of potential willingness like I needed the language to survive a suicide mission from the time I started sprouting hairs on my dick.

M: This book is weird. I might need another read through to digest it, and even then, I don’t want to give anything away. I will say that when I finished, (at 3 am on a Sunday because I couldn’t put it down and just sleep) I burst into literal happy tears, and I didn’t even know that was something my body did.

C: This is the second review I’ve done where I don’t want to give any details, because really you’re only doing yourself a favor going in to this one in the dark and letting it unfurl for you and surprise you.

Seriously, this one is GOOD. It’s short and meant, I think, to be inhaled in one or two sittings which might you leave you a little dazed and soft-hearted and happy. Buy this book, ok?

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