Published by HEA Press on May 24, 2016
Genres: Adult, Romantic Comedy
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What happens when you wake up in a hotel suite next to a gorgeous naked man with absolutely no memory of the past twelve hours?
I guess it's true what they say. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Or at least I hope it stays here. The Romantic Style convention was meant to be a weekend of raucous fun with friends, sun, and enough poolside margaritas to forget about my ex. But now, instead of meeting my fans and signing books, I'm stuck with cocky divorce lawyer Nate Wexler. He's arrogant, infuriating, and I can't keep my hands off of him. Judging by the state of our hotel room, last night was wild. I just wish I could remember it.
A pair of matching tattoos. A cheap wedding veil. A half empty box of glow in the dark condoms.
What the hell just happened?
After I finished Get Lucky, my first thought was “Huh?”. I heard it was this outrageously funny, amazing romance that’s perfect for summer. Now just wait a second, I’m not saying it isn’t, I just think that maybe I’m not the type of person this book is for. Actually, scratch that. I love romantic comedies. My problem seems to be that my sense of humour differs from that of the author. Where as in my opinion some situations were outrageous and forced, other readers are raving. There were a couple of times that I indeed did chuckle (see! I’m not a complete grinch) but for the most part I just didn’t understand the humour. The only way I can think of relating this is when my mom would come into the room when my brother and I were watching tv as kids and ask if we actually found the shows funny. Just different senses of humour, some enjoy it, others don’t. In this case I unfortunately fell into the latter category.
The night guy at the reception desk gives us a surprised look. Well, I am barefoot with Nate’s jacket draped over my shoulders, plus hugging myself like I have a terrible stomach problem. Well, I got ninety-nine problems right now, and a bird smuggled in under my hookup’s jacket is the most pressing one.
Put that into the song, musical person.
I know reviews are always suppose to be positive but I’m so over reading books where the heroine is an author or an avid reader where she constantly expresses her love for books. I get it! They’re awesome, but it seems to be in every other book I read these days. The entire book focused on the heroine’s career as a romance author and for the sake of not appearing to bash the story, I’ll just say I don’t like it.
With putting the career aside, Julia annoyed me. I couldn’t connect with her and never grew to actually care about her character. Since the story was so short, there wasn’t a chance for growth and we didn’t really experience any quality traits.
The hero – Nate, was fine but I didn’t find him to be overly special. He had some cute moments spaced throughout the book but for the most part, his contradictory words and actions left me with whiplash.
I’m swept off my feet. Literally. Nate grunts, but hefts me into his arms and walks.
“What are you doing?” I say.
“The ground’s hurting your feet,” Nate says. He shrugs, a little difficult while carrying me. “I wanted to give you a rest for a bit.”
“I can walk,” I say, though it’s a little sullen. Nate grins.
“I know. But I wanted to be a gentleman about it.”
This is a relatively short book and it reads quite quickly. The entire story is Nate and Julia meeting and then waking up the next morning. They have to piece together their night through flashbacks and figure out what the heck they did. Some of these scenes were fun and cute where as others were so random that I couldn’t suspend belief that it might actually happen, especially with the reactions/consequences given in the story. Then by the time the ending came around, it was a little weird for me. I guess it makes sense for the story because in its entirety the situation is absurd but it still felt a little off.
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. I guess it’s true what they say? I’ve never been, but if this book is anything like what may or may not happen, I’d be a little apprehensive to visit. Anything can happen here apparently!
Everyone goes to Vegas hoping they’ll get lucky. More often than not, they go home disappointed. Sometimes, though, just sometimes, you get lucky beyond your wildest dreams. What happens then?
You go all in.
I know this review has a negative connotation but please know that’s not what I’m trying to say. The writing was good, the story can be entertaining, but it just wasn’t for me. All I’m doing is trying to express why it didn’t work as well as I had hoped in my situation. But on the bright side, I can see that it just wasn’t for me. Others are seeming to love this story and I can understand why!
“What would you say to a little home invasion?”
I blink, not understanding. But when she explains her plan in depth, I can’t stop grinning either.
Is this legal? Abso-fucking-lutely not. But tequila, man. Tequila’s a helluva drug.
“We are the world’s greatest parrot-nappers,” Julia hisses at me as we climb out of the Uber. The driver looks over his shoulder at me, a querying expression on his face.
“This is being done for the good of the nation,” I tell him, giving him my best lawyer face. I can feel it; the muscles in my cheeks go slack every time. The guy only nods and lets me out.
As the car drives away, we do our best to walk in a straight line to the door. I only veer into a bush once, which means I am fucking golden, and I am going to break into a fucking house tonight.
*An ARC was received from Social Butterfly PR in exchange for an honest review.