~Synopsis~
It's
not just the motion of the ocean, ladies. It's definitely the SIZE of the boat
too.
And
I've got both firing on all cylinders. In fact, I have ALL the right assets.
Looks, brains, my own money, and a big cock.
You
might think I'm an asshole. I sound like one, don’t I? I'm hot as sin, rich as
heaven, smart as hell and hung like a horse.
Guess
what? You haven't heard my story before. Sure, I might be a playboy, like the
NY gossip rags call me. But I’m the playboy who’s actually a great guy. Which
makes me one of a kind.
The
only trouble is, my dad needs me to cool it for a bit. With conservative
investors in town wanting to buy his flagship Fifth Avenue jewelry store, he
needs me not only to zip it up, but to look the part of the committed guy.
Fine. I can do this for Dad. After all, I’ve got him to thank for the family
jewels. So I ask my best friend and business partner to be my fiancée for the
next week. Charlotte’s up for it. She has her own reasons for saying yes to
wearing this big rock.
And
pretty soon all this playing pretend in public leads to no pretending
whatsoever in the bedroom, because she just can’t fake the kind of toe-curling,
window-shattering orgasmic cries she makes as I take her to new heights between
the sheets.
But
I can’t seem to fake that I might be feeling something real for her.
What
the fuck have I gotten myself into with this…big rock?
BIG
ROCK is a standalone, dirty romance novel written from the guy’s POV by NYT
Bestselling author Lauren Blakely…
This hysterical and addictive standalone can be bought
everywhere!! Go forth and laugh, swoon and fan yourself into the New Year with
this dirty, sexy romantic comedy told from the male POV!
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~Excerpt~
I
do my best work in the bedroom. This is completely my domain. So it should be
no big deal that she asked me to wait here. But something about being in
Charlotte’s bedroom is wigging me out.
Mostly
because there’s nearby nudity transpiring mere feet away.
She’s
taking a shower, and no matter how you slice them, New York apartments are
approximately thimble size. Let me spell this out—wet, naked, hot woman in a
ten-foot radius.
Got
it? Okay. Moving on.
I
pick up a picture frame on her sky blue bureau of the dog her parents have. A
fluffy brown summa dog—some of this, some of that. I’m going to focus on this
mutt. Zero in on him. Look at his tail. Check out his ears. Yup, this picture
is doing the trick. It is helping me not to linger on the naked woman and how
well she kisses.
Or
how much I liked it.
Why
the fuck did I like it so much?
Of course you liked it, idiot. A pretty woman kisses you,
and you’re straight—you’d be stupid not to like it. End of story. Doesn’t mean anything. Stop
analyzing.
Especially
since she just turned off the shower.
Maybe
she forgot a towel. Maybe she’ll open the door a crack, and ask me to grab one
for her.
I
smack my forehead. Get it together, Holiday.
I
set down the picture, draw a deep inhale and straighten my shoulders. The door
creaks open. She steps out of the bathroom wearing only a white fluffy towel
wrapped above her breasts.
“You
might be wondering why I asked you to wait in my bedroom instead of the living
room,” she says, in the most matter-of-fact tone.
I
have no clue how she can be talking like we’re having a business transaction
when droplets of water slide down her bare legs. But I’m a strong man. I can
handle this. I’m not tempted at all by my best friend. Though my dick begs to
differ, the traitorous prick.
“The
thought crossed my mind,” I say, as I lean against the bureau, striking a
casual pose.
“Because
if you’re my fiancé, you need to be comfortable with me being naked,” she says
with a crisp nod.
Shit,
she’s going to do it. She’s going to drop the towel. She’s going to make us
practice fucking. I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth.
Wait.
No. I can’t fuck my best friend. I absolutely, positively, can’t screw
Charlotte. Even if she tosses the towel on the floor and begs me to.
I
lace my fingers together behind my back, linking these twitchy hands.
“Okay,
so you’re getting naked,” I say, doing my best to imitate her
cool-as-a-cucumber tone that is throwing me off big time.
“No.
It’s the idea of me naked,” she corrects.
I
give her a pointed look. “Seems to me it’s both the idea and the reality.”
“Fine,
fine. They’re one and the same, and it’s part of the debrief.”
“Is
this the exam portion?”
She
walks past me, her arm brushing against mine before she yanks open the top
drawer of the bureau. “Yes. This is the practical portion.”
“And
this is because you somehow think we’re going to be required to be naked
together in front of Mr. Offerman in order to pull this off? This isn’t like
some feats-of-strength style fake engagement where we have to pass certain
skill sets in an obstacle course. You know that, right?”
She
nods, as she hunts around in the drawer. “I’m aware of that. I see this as more
like the Newlywed game.”
“And
in this version of the game we’re quizzed on how I get used to the idea of you
naked and vice versa?”
Her
breath hitches when I say that—vice versa.
I
don’t know what to make of that small gasp, or if it means something about the
idea of me au naturel.
She
spins around, and holds up two pairs of panties, one in each hand. “Quick. Do
you prefer it when your fiancée wears the black lace thong?” She waggles a
scrap of silky-looking fabric that is so hot my face might be engulfed in
flames right now because Charlotte owns that? “Or do you
prefer her in the white side-string bikini?” She waves the white pair before my
eyes, and all I can see is a tiny triangular patch of fabric that’s the
slightest bit see-through.
Forget
the flames. I am a fucking inferno right now knowing she owns this too.
White panties that reveal pretty much everything.
~Review~
I absolutely
loved and adored “Big Rock.” I am a sucker for a good friendship-relationship
story and Lauren Blakely nailed it. This book was funny, sexy and so damn
hilarious. Spencer will leave you in stitches; his wit will draw you in and make
you fall deeply in love with him. I always say friends make the best lovers any
day, and that was what happens between Charlotte and Spencer. What they thought
would be a fake turned into some so real and boy did it get real. Lauren did a
great job with narration; I mean, I always love a book with a dialogue like
this one because you feel very close to the characters and you can’t help but
to be drawn in to the story. Then we have the sub characters, I loved Harper,
Nick and Spencer’s father. You have books that will make you not only fall in
love with the main characters but also you can’t help but to fall in love with
the sub characters also. Also we have the wonderfully, hot and steamy sex
scenes. Boy oh boy that Spencer is a naughty boy, I enjoyed every single minute
of his naughtiness. Now I am sitting here with this feeling of nostalgia because
this book was so damn awesome. I cannot wait to read “Mr. Orgasm,” I can’t wait
to see what Nick has to offer us.
~About the Author~
Lauren Blakely writes sexy
contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and she has had eight
books on the New York Times Bestseller list and fifteen on the USA Today
Bestseller list. Like the heroine in her novel, FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life
should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs
promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. She
loves hearing from readers! Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights,
Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire. She
recently released SWEET SINFUL NIGHTS, the first novel in her new sexy romance
series Sinful Nights that became an instant New York Times Bestseller. Her new
adult forbidden romance, 21 Stolen Kisses, hit e-readers in May and landed on
the USA Today Bestseller list. In January, she'll release BIG ROCK, a
standalone contemporary romance sure to make you swoon. She also writes for
young adults under the name Daisy Whitney. To receive an email when Lauren releases
a new book, text BLAKELY + your email address to 678-249-3375 (please
use the actual + sign).
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