Reading this book was like reading a romcom. After reading the first book, Man Hands, which I enjoyed (too funny), I was looking forward to Ashley’s story with Braht. And now that I’ve read it, I can safely say I enjoyed it more.
Ashley, the ‘killer’ real estate agent is living the life. She controls her career, she’s gorgeous, has her best friends and knows how to have fun. The thorn in her side is Braht, Tom’s best friend (from book #1) and a fellow real estate agent is driving her crazy and turns her on like no one has ever before.
Braht (and his bratwurst) is the ultimate metrosexual man, determined to win over his crush. She’s everything he’s ever wanted. And now that he’s being transferred across town to Ashley’s real estate office, the rivalry/lust fest is turning up a notch. Or ten. Only Braht learns that Ashley is being stalked and will do everything in his power to keep her safe.
This sounds like a thriller novel, right? Wrong! It’s hilarious and amusing and sweet and super-duper sexy.
Back to some more aspects in the plot, Ashley’s parents “stumble upon” Ash and Braht where they mistake him for her fake/made-up boyfriend and invite them both to Thanksgiving dinner, where things turn swoony and funny(er).
We’re also getting a nice setup for Sadie’s book which I’m guessing will be next.
A fun, quick-paced, romantic and funny story I’m sure you guys would appreciate during a cold winter weekend.
4.5 Stars
~Eleanor
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Nothing ventured, nothing banged…
Ash
I still don’t know how it happened. One minute I was arguing with my arrogant competitor–our usual trash-talk over who deserves the larger commission. But somehow I went from throwing down to kneeling down…
It can never happen again. I don’t even like Braht. He’s too slick. He’s a manipulating mansplaining party boy in preppy clothes.
So why can’t I get him out of my head?
Braht
There are two things I know without question. One: Ash and I are destined for each other. Two: never trust a man with a unibrow.
Ash is my missing my piece. She’s the sweet cream to my gourmet espresso. And nothing gets me going faster than her contempt for me. They don’t call her the Ashkicker for nothing.
Eventually I’ll win her over…if my past doesn’t ruin everything first.
