Author: Christina Lauren
Genre: Adult, Romance
Number of Pages: 406
ISBN 13: 978-1-4767-5140-5
Publisher: Gallery Books
A BOMBSHELL BOOKWORM. A CHRONIC CASANOVA. AND A LESSON IN CHEMISTRY TOO SCANDALOUS FOR SCHOOL.
When Hanna Bergstrom receives a lecture from her overprotective brother about neglecting her social life and burying herself in grad school, she's determined to tackle his implied assignment: get out, make friends, start dating. And who better to turn her into the sultry siren every man wants than her brother's gorgeous best friend, Will Sumner, venture capitalist and unapologetic playboy?
Will takes risks for a living, but he's skeptical about this challenge of Hanna's... until the wild night his innocently seductive pupil tempts him into bed - and teaches him a thing or two about being a woman he can't forget. Now that Hanna's discovered the power of her own sex appeal, it's up to Will to prove he's the only man she'll ever need.
I don't always fall for dark haired men, but when I do, it's either Roarke or Will Sumner...
The cover lures me into this book and the synopsis sells this book to me. I thought that this book was going to be a New Adult but it turned out to be an Adult book.
A completely sexy, mind blowing, panty dropping Adult book.
The thing with Will and Hanna is their honesty towards each other and how Hanna - even though she begins to lose her grip on her own conviction throughout the book - tells Will that she wants their relationship to be just friends-with-benefits and nothing more. Will is her brother's best friend after all, not to mention he's a neatly scheduled man-whore - Tuesday night with Kitty and Saturday night with Kristy? What night would you put Hanna in? But Will would give Hanna any night she wants - hell, he'd give her every second of his life if she asks! But of course our dear Hanna is unconscious of her power over Will. And through miscommunication and conclusions and other relationship shits of course they drive both of them crazy and miserable. I do, however, love the way Will didn't turn to some kind of asshole that keeps blackmailing Hanna or saying shit about her to his friends. And to put a cherry on top of it, Will Sumner has tattoos on his body. My personal favourite is a NO on his ribcage. He said he got that one on a drunk night, extremely unimpressed with the idea of God creating Eve from Adam's rib. I, too, fall in love with the way Will let Hanna live her life without pushing her to always includes him in her every schedule. And the way Will didn't deny his feelings for Hanna - his Hanna - and being completely honest about it though his friends of course mocks him for that - he's the only one between three of them who hasn't experience love after all.
"Ben," Max said, leaning back in his chair with a giant grin. "It's finally happened."My most favourite part of this book is, however, the sexting part.
I groaned, resting my head on my hand.
"You got your period?" Bennett asked. "Congratulations."
"No, you twat," Max said, laughing. "I'm talking about Will. He's gone arse over tits for a girl."
A loud slap sounded in the background and I imagine Bennett's desk had just received a very enthusiastic high five. "Fantastic! Does he look miserable?"
What are you wearing?I am more than willing to continue the sexting part till the end but my blog isn't age restricted and I'm afraid some parts of it are a bit too dirty for underage kids. But I absolutely love it wink wink.
I looked down at the towel around my otherwise naked chest and typed, Black jeans, yellow top, blue sweater.
No, Ziggy. I mean *insert innuendo* WHAT ARE YOU WEARING.
Now I really was confused. I don't get it, I typed.
I'm sexting you.
I paused, looked down at the phone for a few seconds before responding with What?
He typed so much faster than I did, and his response appeared almost immediately. It's not nearly as hot when I have to explain it. New rule: you need to be at least borderline competent in the art of sexting.
Understanding went off like a lightbulb in my head. Oh! And ha! "Sexting." Clever, Will.
While I appreciate your enthusiasm and the fact that you think I'm witty enough to have come up with that, he replied, I didn't invent the term. It's been around in popular culture for quite some time, you know. Now, answer the question.
I drew a total blank.
Well, actually, I'm not dressed yet, I typed. I was standing here trying to decide if it's against the rule to go without underpants because I think my skirt shows all the lines but I hate wearing thongs.
I stared at the phone as the little dots indicated he was replying. Shit that was pretty good kid. But don't say underpants. Or blouse. Never sexy.
Don't make fun of me. I don't know what to say. I feel like an idiot standing here naked texting you.
A few moments passed before my phone lit up again. OK. So you've obviously gotten the hang of it. Now say something dirty.
Oh God. Did I have time to google something? No. I searched my mind and typed the first semi-dirty think I could think of: Sometimes, when we're running and you're controlling your breathing and lost in the rhythm of it, I wonder what noises you make during sex.
So maybe that was a bit more than semi-dirty, and for what felt like an eternity, he didn't reply. Oh God. I put my phone down, convinced that Will was going to walk away and not reply ever again. He probably wanted something playful and not so... honest.
I walked into the bathroom, pulled a brush through my wet hair, and then piled it into a know on top of my head. In the other room, I heard my phone buzz on the desk.
WHOA, was the first message.
The second message: Way to just... dive on in there. OK I'm gonna need a minute. Or two.
OMGIMSOSOEEY I typed, with stupid fumbling fingers and completely ready to climb into a hole and die. I MEAN SORRY I CANTBELIEVEISAIDTHAT
You're kidding me, he replied. That was like Christmas.
And even though Beautiful Player is more like the third book of a series, I have no problem on following the story. But of course after what Christina Hobbs and Lauren Billings had given me, I will voluntarily spend some money on their work. The steam is worth it anyway.
Recommended for: People who loves romance, a dorky girl (Hanna has a theory about hymen restoration - and honestly, it wasn't all bad), a heart-stabbing gorgeous man, or just want a light reading with steamy hot scenes, really.