Written by: Lauren Blakely
Narrated by: Sebastian York
Length: 6 hrs and 48 mins
Unabridged Audiobook
Release Date: 09-12-16
Publisher: Lauren Blakely Books
Overview:
Here's what you need to know about me - I'm well-off, well-hung, and quick with a joke. Women like a guy who makes them laugh - and I don't mean at the size of his you-know-what. No, they want their funny with a side of huge, not to mention loyal. I've got all that plus a big bank account, thanks to my booming construction business. Yup. I know how to use all my tools.
Enter Natalie. Hot, sexy, smart, and my new assistant. Which makes her totally off limits...Hey, I'm a good guy. Really. I do my best to stay far away from the kind of temptation she brings to work. Until one night in Vegas...Yeah, you've heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then I'm banging her. In my hotel room. In her hotel room. Behind the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don't ask). And before I can make her say "Oh God, right there, YES!" one more time, we're both saying yes - the big yes - at a roadside chapel in front of a guy in press-on sideburns and a shiny gold leisure suit.
But it turns out what happened in Vegas didn't stay in Vegas. And now my dick doesn't stay in my pants when she's around. But the more we try to keep our hands to ourselves, the more we end up naked again, and the more time I want to spend with her fully clothed, too. The question is...do I take this woman to be my ex-wife?
Read an excerpt:
Let’s back up.
How did we get from not kissing to kissing? What was that turning point? Did she lean into me? Did I move closer to her? Details matter. I’ll gladly share them.
Start with six months of sexual tension. Add in two mojitos for her, two beers for me, and a couple vodka tonics. Stir that with some bad news on the business front, and top it with the cherry of Natalie’s hit-me-over-the-head-with-a-stick comment that left no question as to what she wanted…and here I am.
We don’t lean into each other. There’s no inch-by-slow-sensual-inch pull. It’s not a slow burn.
It’s a fiery crash. We’re two cars speeding on the highway of this night, and we slam into each other, crawl across the hoods, and kiss like crazy.
Nothing is tentative about this. We go from not kissing to kissing in less than sixty nanoseconds. Yeah, I don’t really know what a nanosecond is, either. But it happens in no time.
And now my hand is in her hair, yanking her close as we crush our lips together. We kiss hard and rough, fueled by pent-up desire and more than enough vodka and rum to make this inevitable.
Her teeth scrape me, and I growl, loving her roughness. I suck hard on her bottom lip, and I’m rewarded by nearly the same sound from her. She’s like a tiger, and together we’re animals.
I grip her head tighter, and her hands are all over me—in my hair, then down my chest, then along my arms. We kiss so deeply, it’s like we’re trying to climb each other.
At some point, she breaks off, breathes out hard, then whispers in my ear, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Not as long as I have. Now get those lips back on mine,” I tell her, and she complies.
My hands cup her cheeks, but I’m not gentle, and she doesn’t want me that way. She’s not a gentle girl. She’s badass and tough, and she wants what I want. I hold her face tightly in my hands, and she practically crawls into my lap in a rush to get closer, then closer still as she presses her tits against my chest.
I’m seated on a stool at the bar, and we are putting on some kind of show. But I don’t care.
My tongue searches and hunts, wanting to taste every corner of her mouth, savoring the vodka and the tonic and, most of all, the Natalie. She whimpers and moans, and I swallow every sexy sound she makes.
This stool is ours. This bar is ours. The night belongs to this kiss, because it’s not a starter kiss. It contains all the clues necessary to assemble the puzzle of where this night will end.
With unwavering certainty, I know what kind of kiss this is.
As I explore her mouth, and she claims mine with equal urgency, I know that I will be fucking Natalie tonight.
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How did we get from not kissing to kissing? What was that turning point? Did she lean into me? Did I move closer to her? Details matter. I’ll gladly share them.
Start with six months of sexual tension. Add in two mojitos for her, two beers for me, and a couple vodka tonics. Stir that with some bad news on the business front, and top it with the cherry of Natalie’s hit-me-over-the-head-with-a-stick comment that left no question as to what she wanted…and here I am.
We don’t lean into each other. There’s no inch-by-slow-sensual-inch pull. It’s not a slow burn.
It’s a fiery crash. We’re two cars speeding on the highway of this night, and we slam into each other, crawl across the hoods, and kiss like crazy.
Nothing is tentative about this. We go from not kissing to kissing in less than sixty nanoseconds. Yeah, I don’t really know what a nanosecond is, either. But it happens in no time.
And now my hand is in her hair, yanking her close as we crush our lips together. We kiss hard and rough, fueled by pent-up desire and more than enough vodka and rum to make this inevitable.
Her teeth scrape me, and I growl, loving her roughness. I suck hard on her bottom lip, and I’m rewarded by nearly the same sound from her. She’s like a tiger, and together we’re animals.
I grip her head tighter, and her hands are all over me—in my hair, then down my chest, then along my arms. We kiss so deeply, it’s like we’re trying to climb each other.
At some point, she breaks off, breathes out hard, then whispers in my ear, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Not as long as I have. Now get those lips back on mine,” I tell her, and she complies.
My hands cup her cheeks, but I’m not gentle, and she doesn’t want me that way. She’s not a gentle girl. She’s badass and tough, and she wants what I want. I hold her face tightly in my hands, and she practically crawls into my lap in a rush to get closer, then closer still as she presses her tits against my chest.
I’m seated on a stool at the bar, and we are putting on some kind of show. But I don’t care.
My tongue searches and hunts, wanting to taste every corner of her mouth, savoring the vodka and the tonic and, most of all, the Natalie. She whimpers and moans, and I swallow every sexy sound she makes.
This stool is ours. This bar is ours. The night belongs to this kiss, because it’s not a starter kiss. It contains all the clues necessary to assemble the puzzle of where this night will end.
With unwavering certainty, I know what kind of kiss this is.
As I explore her mouth, and she claims mine with equal urgency, I know that I will be fucking Natalie tonight.
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My Review
Well Hung
Lauren Blakely
Lauren Blakely
Well Hung by Lauren Blakely is a hoot! It’s a hot steamy romance
staring a DIY God with a great set of tools and his too hot to handle
butt-kicking assistant, who both suffer from mutual desire for each other. The
first person dialogue is timely and witty and will draw the reader right into
this fabulous romance. Her stars are likeable although most female readers will
have the urge to drop kick Wyatt a time or two. If you’re looking for a fun,
scorching hot road to forever love don’t look any farther.
The deep baritone of Sebastian York is the perfect choice for the
audible version and adds to the drool-worthy, heated experience of the novel.
He handles all the voices even surprisingly the female ones. The audible
version is a great way to read on the run!
Wyatt Hammer is hard working, honest, well hung and hot for
his assistant. She’s smokin and has a black belt in Karate, which is a total
turn on. But his one rule is never mix business and pleasure. Too bad he
totally blew that out of the water when while they were in Vegas on business
together. Not only did he get in her pants but he also put a ring on her
finger. Now he’s got to figure out a way to undo all the stupid things that
didn’t stay in Vegas.
Natalie Rhodes is beautiful, deadly and hung up on her boss but she loves her job too much to cross the line until one night in Vegas they both got a little drunk and did a lot of dirty hot things to each other. Now she just has to figure out how to turn back time.
Natalie Rhodes is beautiful, deadly and hung up on her boss but she loves her job too much to cross the line until one night in Vegas they both got a little drunk and did a lot of dirty hot things to each other. Now she just has to figure out how to turn back time.
Meet Lauren:She lives in California with her family. With thirteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy times. Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire as well as standalone hit romances like BIG ROCK, MISTER O, WELL HUNG, and THE SEXY ONE which were all instant New York Times Bestsellers. In January she’ll release FULL PACKAGE, a standalone romantic comedy.
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LOL I love thee first line of your review Debbie! :P
ReplyDeleteIt was so good. Right now I'm listening to Big Rock, a hoot as well!
DeleteGood to hear you thoroughly enjoyed this Debbie. But I hate the cover of Big Rock! He looks like he is wearing a nappy!
ReplyDeleteha! funny Kathryn. I'm actually listening to that one right now!
DeleteYay, I am so glad you enjoyed this Debbie. I have such fun listening to her books :)
ReplyDeleteThanks to you my friend :)
DeleteI've never read these books. I've heard amazing things about Sebastian York, but have yet to try him. I know many people who list him as a top 10 narrator. Great review.
ReplyDeleteMelanie @ Hot Listens & Rabid Reads
Thanks Melanie. I'm a new fan of hers but I'm starting to really love her mix of HOT HOT romance and snark!
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