Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Review for Between the Sheets


Between the Sheets

Title: Between the Sheets
Author: Robin Wells
Publication Date: February 1, 2008
Source: Bought
Summary (from Goodreads):

 How do you have a life when everyone in America thinks you gave the president-elect a fatal heart attack during an illicit sex romp?
 

Emma Jamison never thought she'd have to answer that question, but here she is, smack dab in the middle of a political scandal that would make Monica Lewinsky blush. Trouble is, nobody believes that Emma wasn't the call-girl who killed the president-to-be with her, uh, carnal skills.
 

So Emma packs up and moves to small-town Chartreuse, LA, to escape her infamy and to start over. But when her grandmother starts dating the grandfather of district attorney Max Duval, the quiet life she was seeking blows up in smoke. 

                               Review



Let me start by throwing two words at you: weenie starch. Even if I had hated the book that little nickname for Viagra would have made the read worth it. But I didn’t hate the book. It was fun and flirty, even with the eye rolls I had to throw in every now and then.

I loved, absolutely loved Dorothy! The witty, flirtatious, sexually empowered elder was the hit of the book in my opinion. And when you mixed Harold, her confused yet so sweet partner into it, things just got so much better. The things that came out of her mouth (like the weenie starch comment) had me almost rolling out of bed with laughter.

I liked how Max didn’t automatically believe Emma was innocent when it came to the ‘butler did it’ scandal. It was fun watching him slowly figure it out, doubt himself, yet like her anyway despite the trouble she found herself in.

Emma had guts. She didn’t become a hermit and hide when shit hit the fan, she tried to clear her name with everything she had, but even when that didn’t work she didn’t let it stop her. Imagine having everyone believe you were responsible for fucking the next president to death! I do wish Wells had thought of a different surname for poor Emma though. Every time I read it, especially in this book, I couldn’t help but think of (former?) porn star Jenna Jameson.

And ladies, especially authors, lets vow here and now to stop using the word “manhood”. It’s just….ugh! If you’re adult enough to write about tit fucking – or sex in general – then you’re grown up enough to use words like dick, cock and penis. Hell, even use length, just stop with all the manhood crap!

Despite the manhood and hugely aroused descriptions (Really? Hugely aroused?) it was a fun little read and I’ll definitely be looking for more of her work!

1/2

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