3 out of 5 Licks
Despite my slutty reputation, I was technically a virgin at eighteen. But it turns out all those sex-ed teachers aren’t just trying to scare you. The faint positive on the budget pregnancy test sent me spinning, moments before I was supposed to meet my snooty sister’s new fiancé.
Shaking hands with upper-crusty James was like downing a triple shot of vodka. Dizzy with desire, confused by my body’s reaction, and shocked by the possessiveness flashing in his eyes, I deceived him that night and told the world at their wedding reception.
I slept with my sister’s fiancé. Hot and sweaty, all night long in a room so dark he couldn’t tell I wasn’t her.
Said fiancé is the father of my child. The one I signed over my rights to just before he was born.
That was seven years ago.
It’s time to come clean.
Much like the title of this book, I both liked it and hated it all at the same time. There were moments I found myself unable to put it down and there were moments when I didn’t want to pick it back up. If nothing else I would say this book definitely evoked emotion out of me. Paisley was supposed to be grown up and making all the right decisions now but I still found her pretty annoying at times. It was very difficult for me to want her to find happiness. The child was really the only reason I found myself rooting for her and James to get together. I wanted stability for the child and while I wouldn’t consider her the most stable person in the world overall she and James were good together. James isn’t perfect either. His actions in the beginning were pretty awful but eventually I liked him more as well. There is an odd bit of semi paranormal in the book that didn’t really fit and popped in at strange times, but for the most part I was able to ignore that oddity. Overall the book is worth a read. Elise Alden is a new author to me but I’m interested enough to keep an out for more.
You can read an excerpt by clicking here.
About the Author:
Who am I?
I proudly admit it. I am a woman who reads, writes and revels in romance. I’m no teenybopper but I’m young enough to wear stilettos and notice a pair of muscular thighs. Butterflies make me happy and I love ruined castles – the more remote the better. I carry my country’s flag in my backpack in case I get the urge to wave something other than my finger. People who don’t swear make me nervous and if they also don’t drink I have been known to hyperventilate. I am unabashedly irreverent and by extension I excel at profanity.
Recently, I was surrounded by mid-life crises so I decided to have one of my own: I gave up my office job to be a stay-at-home-mum, dreamer and writer of romance novels. Notice I did not say cook, which comes as a relief to my family. I am wife to a man who urged me to find my passion and has gone beyond the call of duty to allow me to pursue it. He won’t iron though, but them’s the breaks.
What do I write about?
Flawed people. I love creating them, giving them conflicts and seeing what they do. I write stories about imperfect people doing imperfect things, and those who are destined to love them. Some of my characters are suffering or have suffered. Others are clueless or abrasive, or sometimes lost. But none are whingers or see themselves as victims because then I’d have to kill them off.
Warning: In my novels you won’t find ‘fade to black’ or chaste kisses with the odd, longing look. I write sizzle-your-socks-off graphic nookie because I revel in reading it. Realistic, gritty and sometimes funny sex. Passionate, with the vocabulary to match!