Chaos, by Jamie Shaw


Grade: B

Doing it at: 5%

Catnip: Rock Stars, Friends to Lovers, Virgin, Alpha Heroine

Shame Scale: Low shame. It’s well written with characters that feel like real people, and more plot than parts that will make you blush.

Fantasy Cast: Kit Harrington, Lily Collins

What does he taste like?: A young whiskey

Book Description:

From the moment she saw Shawn Scarlett perform at a school talent show, Kit Larson has loved two things: the guitar, and the gorgeous, green-eyed boy who inspired her to play. But one careless night in high school shatters her hope of ever being more than a notch in his bedpost.

Six years, two bands, and one mostly mended heart later, Kit’s about to make her rock star dreams a reality as the new guitarist for Shawn’s band, The Last Ones to Know. He may not remember their reckless night together, but Kit has never forgotten…and she’s determined to make him eat his heart out.

The release of their new album means a month cooped up on a tour bus, sleeping inches away from the ridiculously sexy musician she’s never quite gotten over. And as Kit gets to know the real Shawn—not Shawn Scarlett, the rock god, the player—their attraction becomes too hot to resist. But the past is paved with secrets, and when they finally surface, Kit could lose everything: the band, the music, her dreams…and Shawn.

This is book three in the Mayhem series, and if you are into rock star romances, I definitely recommend checking these ones out. Each book is a stand alone, focusing on one of the band members, but you’re probably better off reading them in order. In Chaos, the story focuses on Shawn Scarlett – the guitarist, and Kit Larson – the backup guitarist hired in Riot.

Kit went to school with all of the guys in The Last Ones to Know, but she was a few years younger than them. She saw Shawn play at a school talent show in middle school, and he inspired her to learn to play the guitar. And he inspired her first big crush, the kind of crush you have when you’re in your teens that just consumes you. Obviously, he doesn’t know she exists.

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Sated: A Dark Romance, by Charity Parkerson


Grade: C

Doing it at: 17%

Catnip: This Shit is Bananas; Threesome; Foursome; WTF; Rock Stars; Hot Cop; Multiple Timelines; Butt Stuff; Team Anal

Shame Scale: High, high shame.

Fantasy Cast: Just pick a hot band of guys and sandwich in a virginal blonde.

What do we taste like: Innocence. “Like ambrosia — sweet and citrusy”

What does he smell like: Spicy chocolate

Book Description:

(Dark Romance, F/M and M/M scenes, Rock Star Romance, Ménage, Sexy Detective, Alpha Male, Supernatural themes)

“Losing her mind wasn’t an experience she enjoyed.”

After a steamy night of passion with a dark stranger, Arbor’s life takes on a surreal edge. Disturbing dreams, lapses in memory, and entire buildings going missing are only a few of her problems. Her search for answers leads her to Detective Trey Murphy, the man in charge of investigating satanic and ritualistic crime for the New Orleans area.

Where do you turn when your mind is the enemy?

Meeting Trey only adds to Arbor’s confusion. By day, he keeps her captivated and gains her trust in a way no one else ever has. At night, Arbor’s every fantasy is brought to life by two sexy men who steal away her inhibitions. Torn between what her heart knows is real and what her eyes show her, Arbor must find the truth before she loses herself completely.

But, then again, sometimes reality is more twisted than any dream and love is the cruelest form of insanity.

**Author Note**

Warning: This isn’t your typical love story. It’s dark with scenes some may find disturbing. Sometimes love is senseless, and the heart is so very stupid.

We requested an ARC of this book, because: cover, description. I was assuming we’d get some bananas shit, because that guy in the middle looks like a zombie. But after reading, I think it was probably just bad graphic design that has him looking like a corpse compared to the fleshy stock photo models (and possible Jensen Ackles?) behind him. That’s not to say this book wasn’t bananas though. Because it definitely was.

This book switches back and forth between different perspectives and timelines. We open in a bar, while Killian watches Arbor reject the advances of Trey. He decides to approach her, and they have a hot, deja vu connection. Killian excuses himself to go join the band, because of course he’s in a band. He has tattooed on eyeliner and that sounds ridiculously unattractive to me, just saying. Some kind of fight or riot breaks out in the bar, and Killian and his hot bandmate Lyric (with tousled blonde hair, no eyeliner tattoos) escort her out of the bar through some kind of underground tunnel? None of this made any sense, and it’s never really explained.

Killian takes Arbor back to her apartment, and they pretty much immediately jump into some over-the-top analingus. It’s just that kind of book.

“Has anyone ever eaten your ass?” he asked, pushing up her shirt as he spoke. She didn’t respond. It didn’t matter. He already knew the answer.


“When my fingers are buried in your sex and my tongue is fucking your puckered strawberry, you’re going to feel fuller than you ever have before. But I promise you, it won’t be the last time.”


“Her arousal filled his lungs, feeding his darkest desires.”

For the record: points deducted for use of puckered strawberry.

Killian leaves afterwards, and the next day when Arbor goes back to the bar, all she finds a vacant lot. At this point the book gets pretty bat shit, switching back and forth between multiple timelines, points of view, buildings appearing, disappearing. Arbor starts seeing Trey, a detective, while also dating Killian and Lyric. She is having all sorts of flashbacks and dreams, while Killian and Lyric seem to know all about her.

There’s a twist, and it’s pretty easy to guess, but I’m not going to give it away. The plot went from bonkers to wrapped up in about a chapter, and I felt like the story itself could have been much more developed. And really, while there is a pretty decent original plot in this one, it’s more noteworthy for being one of the kinkier books I’ve read in awhile: Threesomes in a restaurant bathrooms with upright DP. Foursomes with some pretty fluid sexuality. Solid B level doing it, but the plot and writing needed work. If there was a sequel, I’d be curious enough to read it.

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Revelry, by Carmen Jenner


Grade: B-

Doing it at: 53%

Catnip: Rock Stars; Threesomes; Trouser Snakes; Circle Jerk; Down Under; Dual Narrative; Limo Sex; Elevator Sex; Love Triangle; #TeamAnal

Shame scale: I feel like I should be more ashamed of book this than I am, to be honest. You can certainly not lend this one to your dad, or your sweet old great Aunt, or walk into a church carrying it.

Fantasy casting: Adam Levine, Lauren Ambrose, Josh Mario John

Book Description:

Cooper Ryan is living the dream. Between the parties with rock royalty, booze, groupies and performing to crowds of thousands with his band Taint, life seems pretty sweet. There’s just one thing missing: the feisty little red-head that took his baby and ran off with his heart. Throwing himself into music is the only thing keeping him sane.

Until a run-in with a nonplussed, package-wielding PA throws everything off balance.

Ali Jones is having a craptastic life. Her grandmother died, leaving her homeless, penniless, and alone, and her boyfriend left her for a tramp who takes her clothes off for money. That’s why when she lands her dream job at a record company it seems like it’s too good to be true.

Because it is.

Slapped with an ultimatum, Ali must decide if facing the horror of the unemployment line is a fate worse than going on the road with four rowdy rockers hell-bent on making her life misery.

He’s adored by millions.
She’s not even loved by her cat.

Can they ignore their hatred long enough to survive the tour from hell? Or will their chemistry force everything to come crashing down around them?

Oh guys, this book. I started following Love Between the Sheets on Facebook, and those ladies are constantly posting books to tempt me even though our family library cup already runneth over. When Taint popped up I HAD to have it, rock star romances are a big catnip, as is hate into love, and tour buses (being on tour is kind of like being at summer camp, which is also hot). Taint gave me all the stuff I expected and about a million things I didn’t, in all the best ways.

Ali, who I’m a pretty big fan of, is not living her best life. She’s sleeping in her car, her ex boyfriend is an awful douche who moved a stripper into their apartment without asking and then started screwing her, and she has zero living family members. The only semi good thing she has going is that she landed a shitty job at a record company that she wants to parlay into her dream job of music management someday. Except she has the bad (?) luck of stumbling into a management meeting for the newly christened Taint (I KNOW), literally stumbling and landing on her knees in front of Cooper Ryan, the band’s lead singer. He’s nursing a fierce broken heart over an entirely different red-head and decides on a whim to add her to his negotiations. Ali tries to protest that this isn’t her job, not at all what she was hired for, and no way is she going to become the personal assistant to this band of assholes. She’s overruled and now she’s living in her car, showering at a local gym, AND being sexually harassed like its her job – which it kind of is.

Cooper has it hard for Ali, he’s not sure at first if it’s just because she reminds him of his ex, or if he likes her for her. But either way he wants to see if fucking her will get Ali AND his ex out of his system. Levi wants to sleep with her too, Levi of the infamous 12 inch cock (did we google 12 inch cock? Only we and our filthy shameful google search history know the answer to that), and the boys in the band arrange a bet to see who will sleep with Ali and when and where. These boys like their bets. Zed, the drummer who is like an overgrown puppy on speed, is ring leadering this and lets Alli stay with him until the tour leaves town. She sleeps on top. Of his bunk beds. Because he’s adorable and has bunk beds like Tom Hanks in Big — I’m scared drummers might really be my thing— and Ali isn’t having sex with ANYONE until the tour actually kicks off.

Here’s the deal, I really want to discuss this book in detail, but I also don’t want to ruin it for anyone who wants to read the book. So. I’m going to instruct anyone who wants to be surprised to scroll from one hot dude picture to the other hot dude picture and don’t read anything in between. Ok, ready?


I felt like I needed a special trash book bingo card for this book. Mary is further into this Shame Book rabbit hole than I am, and has maybe popped a lot of her dirty book cherries already but Taint did a lot of my popping.

First: the circle jerk. That’s right, all the boys in the band decide to jerk off together, in to containers to see who releases the most…fluid. Ali is taking a nap in her bunk when they decide to do this, and wakes up to see the boys just going at it. And when they realize that she is watching things go a little awry and well… jizz everywhere.

Second: Cooper and Ali are starting to make some headway, even though both he and Levi are vying pretty hard to get that ass, Ali feels more of a connection to Cooper. Until he gets very very drunk and calls her by his ex’s name. So she flees. And ends up sleeping with Levi, which I was not expecting. We are already out way of any standard romance story lines here. And Levi really does have a 12 inch trouser snake:

I wrap the blanket around my body and hobble from the room – yes, you read that right – I hobble, because holy huge dick batman, I feel like I rode a stallion bareback halfway to fucking Texas

Third: Cooper isn’t happy that Levi bagged Ali before he did, but instead of getting mad in a traditional way he decides that to fix things he and Ali need to have sex WITH Levi. Surprise threesome! Bingo!

I could take one for the team – or two for the team – as the case may be.

We fell asleep in a puppy pile, our bodies a tangle of tired limbs.

I feel like Jenner put that puppy pile line in there just for me, good work, Miss.

And they continue to operate as a triumvirate (when I learned that word from Julius Caesar, I bet this is not how my English teacher envisioned me using it). On the tour bus, in the back of a limo, in an elevator that gets stuck between floors with no lights on. Elevator threesome! Bingo!

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Spoilers over! Focus on the hot guy with the kitty and don’t look up.

Ali and Cooper have a unique set of problems to work through to get to their HEA, but I was happy to stick with them while they figured things out. I enjoyed the dialog in this one, Ali is funny and spunky and handles all the crazy that has become her life in ways that seem realistic –  that is when how completely unrealistic the book events are is taken into account. The sex is plentiful, varied, and hot. All points to the author on that front. It has been a while since a book surprised me so greatly and I sent so many messages to Mary and Paperback Purist with so many exclamation points. I’m recommending this one with the caveat that its dirty dirty, not just a little dirty, so be prepared. I’m also totally going back to read the author’s other books! She has me hooked.


Real Ugly, by C.M. Stunich

real ugly

Grade: D

Doing it at: 64%

Catnip: Horrible Humans; Rock Stars; Tour Buses; Drugs; Deep Dark Secrets; Bathroom Floor Sex; Dual Narrative

Shame Scale: This one’s not good, if the people who taught me to read knew I was using those skills for this I’d be so ashamed.

Fantasy Cast: I’m not wasting someone hot and tattooed on this book.

Book Description: 

“These are real people with real problems. This is real life, and it’s real f*cked up.”

Turner Campbell is an asshole.

I f*cking hate him.

But I can’t get enough either.

He sings like an angel and f*cks like a devil.

If I could, I’d run away and never look back because to tell you the truth, I think this man might be the death of me.

& & &

Naomi Knox is a bitch.

I can’t f*cking stand her.

But I can’t stop thinking about her either.

She looks like an angel and plays like a devil.

If I could, I’d f*ck her good and forget all about her, but to tell you the truth, I think this woman might be my last saving grace.

I love books about rock stars, and tours, and dysfunctional bad asses. One of the first “edgy” books I read in my mid teens was Pagan Kennedy’s The Exes (where are my zine grrls??) and ever since then I’ve devoured almost anything in that genre and liked most of it. But Real Ugly? This book, Guys. It had a lot of things, but likable characters and a cohesive plot were not among its attributes. I finished it begrudgingly, because I wanted to review it, and because I’m trying to have fewer DNF’s this year. Really I could just plug this review full of all the quotes I highlighted and you’d have a fair idea of how not good Real Ugly was.

Our book opens with Naomi Knox, lead guitarist of Amatory Riot, watching Turner Campbell sing with his band, Indecency, and opining about how he’s a devil that looks like an angel. There’s some immediate but confusing foreshadowing about some deep dark secrets between Naomi and Turner, some secrets between Naomi and her band’s lead singer, and just some secrets that Naomi is holding in general. The two bands are on a tour together, traveling in separate buses across the West Coast, and Turner hasn’t really noticed Naomi even though they have HISTORY. He barely even pays her any mind when Naomi catches him jack hammering her lead singer on her tour bus, both of them completely wasted.

I throw the leather boots over my arm and stumble back to the bus, fully expecting to find Hayden right where Wren left her – drunk and drowning in puke. When I open the door, I get a whole other story.

“Right there, baby,” Hayden is growling, hands curled around the edge of the countertop. Behind her, Turner Campbell is thrusting his dick like he’s in a fucking marathon or something, gripping her skinny hips with white knuckles and squeezing his eyes shut tight. He doesn’t even look up when I ascend the creaky steps.

Naomi physically removes a rutting Turner from her band mate, puts him to bed in her bunk, and lies down on the couch. Which is where she’s sleeping when Turner comes to a few hours later and wonders who that hot babe is, with no recollection of how he got on her bus. Naomi confronts Turner about his hooking up with Hayden the next morning, yells at him, gets in his face and slaps him. There is so much hitting in this book. Someone is always getting mad at someone and the main characters are basically always dirty, sweaty, bloody, high, and/or drunk. SO charming.

Turner decides to inquire into who she is and comes up with very little info, she was a foster kid, she doesn’t fuck any of the guys on the tour, she’s a bitch. What he doesn’t remember and what I’m going to spoiler-y reveal right now so if you think you might actually want to read this close your eyes and page down all the way to the end….Ready?

Turner met Naomi when she was 16 and he was already touring with Indecency doing the rock star thing. She was living with awful foster parents and had gone out to a show and was being attacked by some rape-y dude. Turner punched dude out, took Naomi out for a night of fun, GOT HER NAME TATTOOED ON HIS BACK, took her virginity, said he was going to take care of her, and then left town. Lets address this tattoo before we move on to the rest of the spoilers. He has had her FULL NAME tattooed on his back for FIVE YEARS and here he is on tour with her and he never realized who she was:

What kind of tool has no idea what name it is he got tatted on his friggin’ back?

Your musing is correct Turner, what kind of tool, indeed?

Moving on, he left her after saying he was going to save her from her sad fucked up life with foster parents who were beating, starving, and raping their own daughter and were about to move on to torturing Naomi. He also left her pregnant. So, Naomi does what any girl in that situation would do: she gets an abortion and stabs her foster parents to death with a pair of scissors. Ya know, just girly things.

just girly things

Naomi tells Turner that he got her pregnant way back when (but not about the murdering just yet) and he’s all “Where’s my baby? I already love our child!”

She drags out telling him that she aborted his precious off spring and also the author drags out just having them do it already. When Turner and Naomi finally get to doing the devil’s dance it’s on the floor of a filthy bathroom in the venue they’d been playing:

My hands curl, fingers clawing at the tiles, sliding through bits of soggy toilet paper and discarded tampon wrappers. I should be disgusted, but I’m not. I’m excited, thrilled even. All this time hating Turner, wishing him ill, wanting him dead, has built up into this angry sexual fervor that begs me to ride him until my heart explodes from my chest and my fingers draw blood from his back.

Okay, enough ruining the surprises for everyone else!

Nestled within this epic romancing, there is also a sub plot of someone stalking Naomi and leaving her ominous messages written in bird’s blood. We get Naomi trying to cut her tattoo off her own ankle in a dirty parking lot, really bad song lyrics, a whole crew of dysfunctional side characters, and no satisfying resolution. The book ends in a massive cliff hanger and I can’t decide if I love myself enough to not find out what happens, or if I owe it to the world to see this through so no one else has to?

Real Ugly also gave me possibly the grossest what my sex partner’s kisses taste like quote of all time and this is how I’ll leave you:

she tastes like dirty candy and blood and sweat and ash. Best damn shit I ever tasted. Period.


Jet, by Jay Crownover


Another guest post from the Paperback Purist, who has been ruined so completely, she’s just going to go ahead and review this whole series for us. #sorrynotsorry

Grade: B+

Doing it at: 36%

Catnip: Tattoos; Rock Stars; Deep Dark Secrets; Fun Piercings; Dual Narrative; Series; Lead Singer

Shame Scale: Medium. The cover is just a guy trying hard to give you a smoldering look and failing. And he’s not even that hot.

Fantasy Cast: Adam Levine and Nina Dobrev

Book Description:

The second book in the Marked Men series from Jay Crownover – a sizzling story of love, lust and longing
With his tight leather jeans and a sharp edge that makes him dangerous, Jet Keller is every girl’s rock and roll fantasy. But Ayden Cross is done walking on the wild side with bad boys. She doesn’t want to give in to the heat she sees in Jet’s dark, haunted eyes, but even his touch sets her on fire.
Jet can’t resist the Southern Belle with mile-long legs in cowboy boots who defies his every expectation. Yet the closer he feels to Alden, the less he seems to know her. While he’s tempted to get under her skin and undo her in every way, he knows first hand what happens to two people with very different ideas about relationships.
Will the blaze burn into an enduring love… or will it consume their dreams and turn them to ashes?
This the second in Jay Crownover’s Marked Men series. Her characters all overlap from book to book (there’s 6!!) and each focuses on a specific couple. We already met Ayden and Jet in the first book, Rule. Ayden is the cute Southern girl/roommate of Shaw, and Jet is friends with the tattoo shop guys. The story line overlaps at a show. Jet’s band’s show. And Ayden has been mooning over Jet for a while – long enough to make a move when Jet offers her a ride home after the show. Jet quickly shuts her down, not because he’s not feeling something as well, but because he recognizes that Ayden is special and deserves more than him. (This line of thinking seems to be a pattern with the Marked Men. I mean, if a formula works for you, ROLL with it. Whatever. But I may be wrong. I’ll let you know when I write the next review for Rome.)

Fast forward a year. Ayden, Jet and Cora (tattoo shop piercer and front desk girl) are ROOMMATES. Queue the awkward sexual tension. Cora and Ayden rate every girl who does the walk of shame from Jet’s bedroom, which seems to be a decent number. I’m not talking the manwhore status that Rule received in Book 1, but close. The year spent not making out has done nothing to put out the fire between them. The two of them are constantly eying each other up while walking around half-naked and acting insanely jealous about every love interest the other might have. Ayden’s boyfriend is a super kind, super boring college guy that Jet likes to call Argyle Sweater Vest. Ayden only sees security and a 401k in her future. I’m terrible, because I can’t even remember the character’s name. I’ll just call him Sweater Vest as well.

Jet’s life as a lead singer has been on the upswing. He owns a recording studio with an excellent ebb and flow of artists, and his band is content playing locally and never signing to a major label. But I’m going to be really honest here….Jet is boring. He’s SO NICE, YOU GUYS. He’s got this whole rocky childhood thing he could draw from, he could drink too much or get high or anything. He’s a rock star, for crying out loud! Other than the slow parade of one-night stands, he’s not really the out-of-control lead singer I had hoped for. He’s responsible and hard working and a business owner and blah.

The big turning point for both happens at one of Jet’s shows. Ayden arrives with Sweater Vest, despite the fact that she’d dumped the guy. And all of Jet’s feeling for her finally surface. Leaving Sweater Vest behind, Ayden follows Jet backstage, which is where the magic happens. It’s not the trashy sex scene in the dirty dressing room that you know you want, but probably the one you deserve. Just a little hot and steamy fooling around that gets slightly out of hand. And after, it’s clear the attraction is not something they can ignore. The connection between Ayden and Jet is fiery. The first time they get down to business, it’s all sparks and electricity and good, good stuff. But he’s just so nice. He sings old country songs under his breath to Ayden after sex because she doesn’t like metal. He loves his mom. I wanted more garbage and drama from the rock star than I got, but he does have that whole downstairs piercing thing going on. (THANK YOU, CORA!)

There are so many obstacles and so many secrets that get in the way once they agree to do something about their feelings. Jet is honest, and knows that he and Ayden are not on the same page with most things. Ayden’s past is catching up to her fast. Jet’s parents are tumultuous, and he is thrown in the middle while defending his mother. And just when things are getting good, Ayden pushes Jet out. In her mind, she’s saving him. Her past is not something she wants to collide with her present and, unfortunately, it’s staring right at her. Jet, although heartbroken, has his own demons to fight. Literally and figuratively.

I don’t want to post spoilers because I want everyone to read Jay Crownover’s Marked Men series. The characters are full of surprises, genuine, and likeable. And having each book roll into the next gives them all more depth and an opportunity for the reader to become attached. I’m halfway through the next book in the series, Rome, and all the crossover timelines are done well. (And man, those Archer boys are HOT!)

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Love Her Madly, by Christie Ridgeway

love her madly

Grade: B

Doing it at: 48%

Catnip: Girl Next Door; Best Friend’s Brother; Twins; Deep Dark Secret; Fake Relationship; Rock Stars; Tattoos; Drummers; Light Bondage; Emotional Unavailability; Dual Narrative; Floor Sex

Shame Scale: This story had way better sex than I was anticipating and several moments of Jeez I hope no one looks over my shoulder, but the real shame here comes from the cover. That model reminds me of the man who claims to be so beautiful he’s illegal in his country or some nonsense like that, and bathed in a ridiculous ethereal light. Cover SHAME.

Fantasy Cast: Ian Somerhalder and Rachel Bilson

Book Description:

“Years ago, Rolling Stone magazine dubbed the nine collective children of the most famous band in the world “Rock Royalty.” Now all grown up, the princes and princesses are coming back to L.A.’s Laurel Canyon to discover if love can be found among the ruins of a childhood steeped in sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. “Bad twin” Bing Maddox has wanted his brother’s BFF Alexa Alessio for months, but he’s stayed away because she’s too hearts-and-family for his jaded soul. Ever since a good deed turned to a dark regret, he’s buried his guilt in a series of forgettable flings with women who wanted nothing more. But when delicious Alexa needs a plus one to some upcoming wedding events, he gives in to his urges and goes all out in pursuit of getting her into his bed. Alexa Alessio doesn’t know how it happened—one moment she was being smart and keeping herself separate from seen-everything, done-everything, wildly sexy Bing Maddox and the next she was agreeing he could be her date. Sure she wants back-up when her cousin marries Alexa’s own stolen ex, but Bing’s made it clear he wants her on her back. Her heart says yes—but her common sense tells her it might be the very thing broken when commitment-phobic Bing moves on. She can have him, but can she hold him?”

The synopsis of this one has so much catnip for me: bad boy, weird rock star parent past, best friend’s brother, fake relationship, and a big wedding. I’ve never read anything by the author, or heard of her, so I was a little worried this might be a book with either no buttering the biscuit or really lame buttering the biscuit. Luckily my fears were dispelled by page 10 when I got this snippet:

He wondered what she’d do if she knew how bad that pose made him want to flip up her skirt, rip off her panties, then shove her thighs apart to taste her honeyed heat. The tip of his tongue would slide between her soft folds teasing out the button of her clit.

Once I knew no prude-ery was in store for me, I plunged right in to enjoy the story. Bing Maddox (I know I KNOW) and his twin brother Brody, are the children of a rock star, brought up pretty much feral with the seven other offspring of the band members. They indulged very heavily in the rock’n’roll party life style of their father until their 18th birthday when SOMETHING BAD happened; and they fled to start new slightly more wholesome lives. The twins ended up living in bungalows on either side of sweet, good as gold, pretty as pie Alexa. Alexa and Brody are buddies, they run together most mornings, drink beer and chat, and have zero sexual chemistry. Bing, on the other hand, Alexa tries to completely avoid because even though he’s Brody’s identical twin her feelings for him are completely different. She wants to do all the dark dirty things with Bing. And unbeknownst to Alexa, he wants to do those dirty things right back to her.  The two manage to avoid each other until Alexa mistakes Bing for Brody and spills how her evil cousin has stolen her fiance, is marrying him herself, forcing Alexa to play the happy bridesmaid, AND stealing all the wedding ideas that Alexa was going to use at her own wedding. This cousin Drea sounds real fun right? Alexa ends her rant by demanding that Brody go with her to wedding functions to have her back and prove to the family that she isn’t some pining, heart sick loser. Only its not Brody who agrees, its Bing. I think we all see where this is going, right?

Bing and Alexa think they can go about their arrangement, fool her family, and not give into the desires they have to rip each others clothes off. Alexa because she is scared of how much she wants him, and because she thinks she wants a nice steady boring type guy. And Bing (that name ladies, you just don’t ever stop thinking its ridiculous) because he thinks he’s dirty and irredeemable and would soil Alexa by being with her for real. Of course, their attraction proves to be too much and when Alexa goes to find Bing after a bad night when she fears he may be battling demons they give in to their desires and have hot dirty sex on the floor of what is basically a finished basement. Bing’s Bing’ing her and thinking how he could never get enough and he’ll have to go against his life-law of never sleeping with a woman more than once; and Alexa rolls off him and is all “OH! Thank goodness we got that out of our systems and will never have to have the sex again.” He’s disappointed but figures its for the best and that he’s too big and bad and full of secrets for her anyway.

When we finally find out his DEEP DARK secret, it’s pretty non shocking, as I figured it would be because this is an easy soft kind of New Adult read. I mean that in the best possible way, the characters are likable, the dialog is believable and funny, and the HEA comes before the author wears out her welcome with waffling and drama. The sex scenes were better than I was anticipating; not too heavy on bad metaphors for female moisture and with some light bondage thrown in for good measure. Bing plays the drums and after this and Play, I’m becoming concerned that I might have a legitimate “thing” for men and their sticks. I read this on a sunny, lazy weekend and it was the perfect book to go with the weather. Love Her Madly is the second book in the Rock Royalty series, and I’m already pretty solidly decided on reading the entirety of the series.