While the first part of the novel starts out well, with quite a few laughs and the discovery that Perky is going to have to spend time with Parker, her ex-boyfriend whom she believed put the topless picture of her on the internet, the novel starts to flounder in the middle. At some point I stopped liking Perky, who I had thought was multi-faceted and cool. She became a whining, self-indulgent drama queen. I grew tired of hearing about the meme and how she couldn’t trust him. But she never knew for sure that he had done it. And why would he? They were in a solid relationship and he was a nice guy. When she became fixated on making a sex video out of revenge, I completely lost patience.
As for Parker. I would have liked to see far more of him than I actually did. The only time he seemed to be in the picture was for a sex scene, only a slight exaggeration. He was a nice guy. He proved it time and time again, remembering things about her, considering her, thinking of her, still loving her, which was one reason why her constant drama queen antics grew wearisome.
In Fluffy, I liked the sharp funny dialogue, but in Perky it didn’t work, some of it grew raunchy, and a lot of it was circular and much of it was lacking that sparkling humor from the previous book. Most of the description was about sex or food, which are both tantalizing subjects but sometimes the reader needs more.
While Perky wasn’t for me (it worked for a lot of readers, just so you know), I haven’t given up on this series. I am hoping that the next one, which I presume will be called Feisty after Fiona, the third in the trio of friends, will have more substance to it.
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grasp as we kiss is masterful, his hips pivoting until we’re in a tiny closet,
the door shutting behind us, our bodies surrounded by coats. At any second,
someone could walk in, find us, interrupt and embarrass us, but I don’t care as
my fingers grasp his thick, hard chest. He doesn’t care as his hand slides
between my thighs, my need to be touched so great that I moan into his mouth,
biting his lip. He makes a sound that says he needs this, too, his erection
pressing into my hip, the centering of his thickness as he nudges my legs wider
with his knee making me hold my breath as he rubs up, just once, just right,
missed you,” he hisses as his mouth takes my earlobe, sucking gently, then
hard, the tip of his tongue flicking and laving, my clit spasming as it
imagines him doing this between my legs. My fingertips dig into his shoulders,
one hand diving down the length of his abs until I cup his sac, then ride the
ridge of my palm up his long, thick, engorged–
we doing, Parker?” I gasp.
we want,” he says, so steady, so sure, so unabashedly here.
someone calls out from behind the door.
Mallory whisper-yells, her voice breaking through as I clench, my whole body
going tight, the core of me shivering with an orgasm that crashes over me as
Parker’s leg, his mouth, his very presence, make me lose my everloving mind.
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