Her bosom heaved at an alarming rate as his rough hand found its way down to her soft, yet wiry briar patch...
Can you say briar patch in a romance novel? What about meat sword? That’s what it is…a meat sword, right, all meaty and sword like, slaying through the inner dungeons of a woman’s dark desires. What about breasts? Do bosoms really heave?
God, I have no idea what happens when private parts touch.
I’m a virgin trying to write a romance novel and can’t seem to write past a sex scene thanks to my lack of experience.
My two best friends encourage me to drop the pen for a while and gain some real life practice through multiple dating facets such as blind dates, online profiles, and random hookups.
But losing my virginity is proving to be tougher than expected…
Review -- 4.5 Stars
I am not sure what to say about this book. Romantic comedy? Or just comedy with some romance? It's definitely one of those books where even the corniest parts are so darn funny, you will laugh out loud.
I really loved the characters. And the plot screams, pee your pants funny. The disastrous dates to the naiveness of Rosie, is definitely is a book I couldn't help but to love.
I have one small hang up with this one. Rosie. I get it. She was home-schooled. She was sheltered. This left her at a disadvantage and full of awkwardness. Yes, she is naive, to a fault. At times it is funny. There were a few times where I was like, really? Really? No one is that naive. During these parts, she was more like teenager than an adult. These few parts made me turn my head sideways with the urge to smack her upside the head.
And Henry? How can you not love Henry? Who wouldn't? He is the perfect match for Rosie. His sense of humor, his tenderness with her... It was clear that he harbored some deep feelings for her.
All in all, this is one of the funniest books I have read. I didn't want to put the book down. This is definitely one of those books you need to read when you need a pick-me-up.... or any other time for that matter!
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!