Big Rock by Lauren Blakely

I read this book in about a day. It's a quick easy read that doesn't take much time or thought from the reader. I have read other books by the same author and didn't like them too much but I thought I would give this one a try. I thought this book was going to be great. The cover looked great. I am one of those people that judges a book by it's cover. I know that's not a great way to find a good book, but I still do it. The cover of this book gave me high hopes and it fell flat. I think I really need to stop judging the cover, maybe I then will find a great book. I haven't had one of those in awhile.


Spencer the main man of the book seemed too girlish to me. He's suppose to be handsome, sexy and a playboy that knows his way around in the bed, but I didn't get that feeling. He over thought some things and some of the stuff he did or said seemed more like something a girl would say or do. I got the feeling that the author wrote the book from what a woman thinks a man does or says or thinks instead of what it actually guy does. If that makes sense.  I have read other books in guy's POVs and I love them. Those books capture what a guy is feeling and thinking, this book didn't do that.

The main girl Charlotte wasn't that bright. She had a douchy ex that wouldn't leave her alone or so she said, but in the book he only really bothered her once. She texted herself and continue to text herself even after she knew she was texting herself. She didn't say how she was feeling or thinking. She made Spencer always lead and that seemed way too boring. Spencer and Charlotte were suppose to be best friends from college but that acted more like coworkers.

The jokes, banter and chemistry between the main character were lacking and corny. I just didn't like anything about the book. The plot even fell flat. I would think the seasoned author would write a better book than what I read.

Night After Night (Seductive Nights #1) by Lauren Blakely

I didn't like this book. There was something about it that just wasn't for me. I am all for hot, sexy, dominant men that is great at dirty talk and knowing how to get a female off and this book had tons of that. There is alot of sex, foreplay and dirty talk. Night After Night didn't hold my interest. I normally have a hard time putting a book down and in this case, I had a hard time picking the book up. It was boring.

The relationship between Julia and Clay seemed too easy. They had things in common, got along great, had no big problems to over come, had similar backgrounds, and loved kinky sex. Their relationship was too boring for me. There was also too many things the author repeated. Julia's financial situation, her ex and Clay's ex. Once is enough. I get they have a past, but it doesn't need to be repeated every chapter.

I also don't understand how Julia can hop into bed with Clay after knowing him for like a day. They met had an amazing sexual experience in a hotel room. Clay left to go back to New York and calls Julia and asks her to visit him. She hops on a plane to be with him. Clay could have been a murderer. Julia seemed like a strong, independent woman that knew how to take care of herself but she was also a little careless. She would do about anything to get off. I didn't like her or Clay or their relationship.

Every Second With You (No Regrets #2) by Lauren Blakely

Synopsis:
Every Second With You = Sex. Love. Addiction. Heartache. Pain. And Hope.
In the sequel to the bestselling THE THRILL OF IT, Harley and Trey face new challenges that will make battling blackmail, sex addiction, and a virgin call girl past look easy…
I used to think love was a lie. Now I know it’s real, powerful, and I don’t want to lose it…But my future scares me, and there’s no way this can be happening, especially since I’ve finally broken free from all the people who wanted pieces of me. I don’t even know how to start over, but I have to find a way. So when I discover what my mother’s been keeping from me, it doesn’t make me hate her. It gives me hope for a new life, outside of New York. But the ties that bind me to this city are so strong, sometimes they are chains. If only I could leave with…
Trey...
I will do anything for her. She owns me, heart, mind and body. But when Harley tells me this, I am rocked to the core, and terrified of what happens next. Especially when this time it’s not her past that chases me, it’s someone from my own. And that someone is messing with my head when I’m trying to be strong for Harley. But all I really want is to escape with the girl I love…For the rest of our lives.
How can you move forward when the past keeps chasing you?


Teasers:

“Let’s go inside,” I say, and a minute later we’re in my apartment and the door is shutting.

“So, how was your day? Did you see your parents?” she asks. She’s in a chatty mood again.

I shake my head. “I don’t want to talk. I just want you.” I fall into her again, the press of her body some kind of balm for my fearful heart. Because it’s working. It’s fucking working. The feel of her is an anesthetic. “I love you,” I murmur in her ear, as much to remind myself as to get her in the state I need her in. Because I want her blissed out, drunk from sex, too. We can get wasted together. “I love you so fucking much,” I say, and she moans softly from the words. I know her, I know this girl.She loves hearing it, she can’t get enough of it, and it turns her on to no end.

“I love you too,” she says, roping her arms around my neck, and her voice is so honest, so pure, that it nearly jolts me from the haze that’s coating my brain. But my body is taking over, and I want her, I want to fuck her, I want her to take me away from me. I want to escape in sex.

I pull apart, grab her hand and lead her to the tiny alcove of the kitchen. She raises an eyebrow. “Are we going to do it on the counter?”

I love the idea. I want to someday. But not today, because I’d have to look at her.

And I don’t want connection. I want contact.

“Against the counter. You against the counter,” I whisper roughly in her ear, then lick my way from her earlobe down to the hollow of her throat, kissing her there where it makes her gasp and arch her back even while she’s standing.

“Okay,” she says and she sounds the tiniest bit nervous.

Are you asking me to move in to save money?”

I shake my head and laugh. “Seriously?”

She shrugs, but her cheeks start to flush, and she knows she asked a silly question.

“I’m asking you to move in with me because I’m ridiculously in love with you. And for the record, I was going to ask you before you told me you were pregnant. This is something I want for us.”

“Really? You were going to ask before?” Her lips start to curve up.

“Yes.” I trace her top lip, mapping the beginning of her smile with my fingertip. “So is that a yes?” This time I’m not going to freak out. I’m not going to shut down. I’m going to face up to the future like a man, and I’m going to be the man she needs.

She nods happily. “Yes. You are always a yes. End of the year let’s move in together.”

Then she kisses me, sealing our deal, and doing that thing she does to me with the slightest touch.

Turn me on.

She turns me on, always. Constantly. I groan as she nips my lips lightly, and then kisses me in a thoroughly sweet but intensely seductive way. She breaks the kiss to whisper in my ear. “You taste like a yummy sandwich.”

I laugh. “So do you.”

“I want more.”

“More sandwich or more me?”