The Guy Next Door: Ready, Set, Jett\Gail's Gone Wild\Just One Taste Mass Market Paperback – Feb 15 2011
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About the Author
Lori Foster is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with books from a variety of publishers, including Berkley/Jove, Kensington, St. Martin’s, Harlequin and Silhouette. Lori has been a recipient of the prestigious RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Series Romantic Fantasy, and for Contemporary Romance. She’s had top-selling books for Amazon, Waldenbooks and the BGI Group. For more about Lori, visit her Web site at www.lorifoster.com.
Victoria Dahl lives with her family in a small town high in the mountains. Her first novel debuted in 2007, and she’s gone on to write seventeen books and novellas in historical, contemporary, and paranormal romance. Victoria's contemporary romance, Talk Me Down, was nominated for both a RWA Rita Award and the National Readers' Choice Award. Since then, her books have been nominated for two more Rita Awards, and she hit the USA Today Bestseller list with the anthology Midnight Kiss.
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Hands on his hips, impatience growing, Jett Sutter paced the length of his living room while his youngest sister, Betts, blathered on about God-knew-what. She'd been at his door when he arrived home, throwing off his intricate plans and putting a damper on his fevered expectations.
Never would he deliberately hurt his sister's feelings, but pretending interest had become impossible half an hour ago. A glance at his wristwatch showed that he needed to shower. He needed to prep. When he thought of what he had planned, what he would do and with whom, his breath quickened and his muscles twitched.
It wasn't an unfamiliar reaction when dealing with his supersexy neighbor, Natalie Alexander.
Jett loved his family, he really did, but damn it, he needed privacy to deal with the blooming heat and anticipation of the next few hours. He needed
The familiar sound of a Volkswagen Bug pulling into the apartment complex parking lot cut short his thoughts. Without caring what his sister would think, Jett took two long strides to the patio doors and parted the curtains just enough to look out.
And there she was: delectable Natalie Alexander.
Superstacked school teacher. Seduction personified. Enchanting enigma.
Damn, she looked hot. Natalie was his most elaborate fantasy in the flesh, made up of scorching contradictions.
Long, corkscrew curls the color of dark honey danced around her face as she hurried from the minuscule cherry-red car with a bag of groceries in one arm, her requisite heavy book bag in the other, her enormous purse slung over her shoulder.
As usual when returning from work, she wore her school-teacher duds of a long dark skirt, flat shoes and a crisp blouse under a warm cardigan. For Jett, it looked like fetish weara modest ensemble to disguise the centerfold body.
Seldom had Natalie mentioned teaching, and that was mostly before they'd become intimate. Since then, she'd gone out of her way to keep all conversation to a minimum.
It really burned his ass the way she fought to keep him at a distance.
Not that her evasive attitude had done her any good. He knew what grade level she taught, that she enjoyed reading political dramas and true-crime novels, that she cried over commercials and laughed at birds when they visited the bird feeder off her balcony.
He also recognized the vulnerability she tried to camouflage with sexual bravadoat least, with him. Thinking of her utilizing that special brand of bravado with any other guy bothered him in ways he didn't want to analyze too closely.
He knew that Natalie came from a background of extreme wealth and social influence, but the money and prestige hadn't guaranteed her a warm, loving family.
Though Natalie had no inkling of his research, he'd uncovered quite a bit about her, personal and otherwise. If she did know, she probably wouldn't like it.
At first he'd investigated her out of suspicion, because she'd come on so strong and had been so accommodatingly easy. As the quintessential school teacher, absolutely nothing about Natalie's outward persona said "uncommitted sex." Yet that's what they had.
Wild, hot, no-boundaries sex that left him burned and wanting more. A lot more.
Later, he'd done more digging because damn it, he wasn't used to any woman wanting only uncommitted sex with him. It didn't make sense. Natalie never asked him anything personal, never wanted to go out to eat or to a movie. She rebuked gifts and compliments and disdained social settings of any kind.
All she wanted was him, in bed.
That should have been the perfect setup for a man intent on maintaining his bachelor status, but for whatever reason, Jett felt uneasy about it. He wanted her to want more, damn it.
Why didn't she?
Now, as she exited her car, Jett watched her and knew by the way his muscles twitched and his skin burned that he was getting in too deep. Natalie had the most profound effect on him.
Confusion, he told himself. Curiosity and intrigue. Nothing more.
Once he knew why she'd built so many walls, he'd be able to scale them. They'd both have a good time for as long as it lasted, and neither of them would have regrets.
And with that goal in mind, Jett had a plan.
Using her hip, Natalie bumped the car door shut and, because of the brisk wind, hurried for the entrance. In late March, the weather was milder but still pretty chilly.
Along the way to the apartment entrance, she glanced up at his window.
Jett made sure she couldn't see him; God only knew what she'd think if she caught him watching for her. He'd look like a dupe, like a lovesick fool when, despite their burning compatibility between the sheets, she'd made it clear that she didn't want anything more.
Sex. For her it was the beginning and the end of their relationship. With every other woman he knew, he'd find that arrangement perfect.
With Natalie Alexander.no. Hell no.
Tonight, he had a plan to use her carnal nature against her. He'd keep her long enough to hash out a few things.
Thinking about his intent made him semierect and taut with urgency. He visualized her in his bed, stretched out, anxious for him
"All right," Betts said from behind his right shoulder. "Give. Who is she?"
Oh shit. How had he forgotten all about his sister's presence?
Jett turned in what he hoped to be a nonchalant way. "A neighbor, that's all." With Natalie now home, his patience ended. He took Betts's arm, swiped up her jacket off the back of a chair and steered her toward the door. "The visit's been awesome, but I need to shower."
Laughing, Betts dug in her heels. "Get real, brother. I'm not budging an inch until you tell me every single juicy detail."
At twenty-six, nine years his junior, his sister wasn't old enough and, he prayed, wasn't experienced enough to hear everything that had gone on between Natalie and him. Never mind that Betts was only a year younger than Natalie.
"Not happening, Betts, so forget it." Knowing his sister, he added, "And don't you dare go blabbing to the folks, either." The last thing he wanted was his mother snooping around in his private life. His dad would shrug it off; his mother, like his sisters, would make him nuts with questions.
Being thirty-five and independent in every way didn't matter, not to his nosy family. He was the only son, with three younger sisters. For years he'd felt protective toward them all, and now they were determined to pay him back in kind.
Somehow, he got Betts halfway to the door.
"If you're seeing someone, I'd like to meet her."
Annoyed, he turned to stare at his youngest sister.
Because he wasn't seeing Natalie, not in the traditional way Betts meant. They hadn't had a single real date. The sum total of their time together had been spent either in bed or getting to the bed. Occasionally in the foyer against the wall, once on the couch, once over the back of the couch
"You're not meeting her, so forget it." Even if he wanted to introduce her to his family, Natalie stayed around only until the lovemaking ended. Then she hightailed it right back out of his life.
Hell, outside of sex talk, they'd barely even conversed. Jett told her what he wanted to do to her, with her, and Natalie always gave enthusiastic agreement. Period.
She'd made it abundantly clear that he was good only for sex.
Actually, she'd said he was great for sex; she hadn't skimped on the compliments in that department. But she usually gave them while naked, draped over his chest, still breathing hard and rosy from a recent screaming climax.
Somehow, he had to work their combustible chemistry to his advantage so that Natalie would let him past her barriers.
"You look flushed, Jett." Arms crossed, Betts surveyed him through narrowed eyes. "What's wrong with you?"
Mood now soured, Jett said, "None of your business, so butt out." He wasn't about to explain to his youngest sis the scorching level of churning lust and and whatever else it was that he felt.
Hell, how could he explain it to her when he didn't quite understand it himself?
Her foot tapped the carpet. "Jett."
Struggling for patience, he gave her a tight hug and then held her an arm's length away. Dead serious, eyes narrowed and expression somber, he said, "If you love me, Betts, you will, just this once, let it go." She hesitated, and he waited, staring her down.
With a huff, she gave up. "Fine." Betts pulled free of his hold to don her jacket, jamming her arms into the sleeves with more force than necessary. "But it's only because I do love you."
Thanking her with great sincerity, he opened the door for her to go. Across the hall, Natalie's door remained closed.
Betts kissed his cheek and back-stepped out, watching him with expectation the entire way. Keeping a straight face with effort, Jett waited until he saw her go through the glass doors at the complex's entrance and until she reached her car.
Heading back inside, he stripped off his clothes along the way. In his bedroom, he turned down the blankets, leaving them at the foot of the bed. Determined on his course, he knelt near the head of the bed in the center of the mattress and wove a long specialized restraint through the headboard slats. A sliding "noose" at each end would be perfect for capturing Natalie's delicate wrists.
His abdomen clenched and his breathing hitched; he tugged experimentally and decided it would serve the purpose.
He glanced at the footboard, considered putting the restraints there toobut no. On a purely carnal level, he loved the idea of seeing Natalie tied spread-eagle to his bed, but he didn't want to push her so much that she felt compelled to object.
Now sporting full wood, Jett went to the shower. He had completed only the most cursory bathing when his attuned ears heard Natalie's familiar knock at his door.
Drawing a deep breath and shutting off the water, he propped a hand flat against the tile wall, dropped his head and took a moment to regain his control.
After doing a half-assed job of drying, he wrapped the towel around his hips and strode to his apartment door to let her in.
There wasn't anything he could do about the tenting of the towel. He wanted her, bad, more so with every minute that he knew her.
Today he'd make sure she wanted him just as much, in just as many ways.
Her heart fluttering in excitement, Natalie knocked twice on Jett's door. Anticipation rode her hard; she felt more alive, her every sense acutely heightened, whenever she was with him.
Even before leaving school she'd thought of this, of him and what they'd do, and now fire licked along her nerve endings, leaving behind a throbbing heat that pooled between her thighs.
Before Jett, Natalie hadn't been a sexual woman. But now, it didn't matter how many times she had himshe wanted him as if it was the first.
Maybe that was because the first time had been so mind-blowing, like the hottest of fantasies.
Even her sister, a bestselling author, couldn't write anything so amazing. The things Jett did, with precision and expertise and a complete lack of inhibition, were almost surreal.
The first time she'd laid eyes on him, she'd done an interested double take.
So had he.
Tall and strong with an athletic build, Jett Sutter was drop-dead gorgeous in a disheveled, comfortable, I-don't-give-a-damn way. His attitude was a refreshing change from the tailored, GQ men in suits, the type of men who sought her out because of her father's wealth and social standing.
She doubted Jett had any social standing; if he did, he wouldn't be living in their moderately priced apartment complex.
His body was enough to leave a woman tongue-tied, but it was his dark glittering eyes that had the ability to arrest all thought and movement. When he looked at her, his expression was teasing, interested, but also so intent that Natalie felt it in the most intimate ways.
She, decorum personified, had surprised herself by flirting with him.
She'd been surprised even more when he dished it right back. They spoke only a little, all of it light, sexy and.fun.
That in itself, the teasing and the flirting, had been a complete aberration for her, something she enjoyed but had never really indulged before meeting Jett.
Then one day, months ago, she'd found herself alone in the hallway with Jett as they'd each started into their own units. For the longest time they'd stared at each other, no doubt thinking the same thing, wanting the same thing. The tension had built to an excruciating level.
Natalie had waited, breath held, anticipation keen.
Without a word Jett unlocked his door and pushed it open, but then walked over to her.
Her heart had tried to punch right out of her chest.
Ever so slowly, he'd moved his hand over her cheek, under her wildly curling hair to curve warmly around her nape. Little by little his eyes narrowed and darkened even more, captivating her, making her knees weak
until he leisurely bent to her mouth and brushed the lightest of kisses over her lips.
When she didn't pull away, he lingered, teasing at first, but then she leaned into him and he'd given in with a harsh, hungry groan.
In minutes, she'd found herself in his apartment, each fumbling with the other's clothes, arms and legs tangling while the kisses grew hotter and longer and deeper.
In mutual participation, they ended up in his bed having the hottest, most satisfying sex ever.
Other than a few moans and gasps and heartfelt expletives, neither had spoken a single word.
Afterward, as she'd tried to figure out what to do or say, he'd smiled at her, a smile of triumph, of confidence and cocky attitude.
Uncensored gratitude had left her bemused. She hadn't known sex could be so satisfying, or so consuming, and she'd spoken without really thinking it through. "That was " She'd had no adequate words, so she settled on, "Thank you."
His smile slipped into a grin. "Anytime."
She'd been surprised and inexperienced enough to say, "Really?"
"Oh, yeah." His gaze went molten as he looked her over, making it clear that he liked what he saw. "All you gotta do is knock."
Natalie had taken him at his word, and from there they'd fallen into an unbelievable routine that was both scintillating and simple.
The first time she'd knocked at his door, feeling very tentative, alternate excuses at the ready, he'd answered a mere second later.
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Grrr. I expected to get three stories with happy endings, not two setting up future books, leaving the situations unresolved! I couldn't care less which authors are setting up what series; if you sell a book, the reader has to expect to finish it and be satisfied they've read something that can stand up on its own. The middle story was mediocre and I didn't care for the characters, but it was the only one that was complete. Lori Foster's well-written entry ended on a massive cliffhanger. Victoria Dahl's pointless, plot-less story ended and the heroine didn't even know the hero's name.
If you want to give fans a prequel to a book, put it up as a freebie on your website like Roxanne St. Claire did - don't expect people to pay for something that's unfinished! Patricia Briggs started her Alpha and Omega series with an entry in an anthology. Not only was it brilliantly-written, but it held up on its own. It is clearly possible to achieve.
Ready, Set, Jett - Lori Foster
You know, I liked this up until the abrupt and incomplete ending. Natalie and Jett are neighbours and have been having a very casual relationship. Only Jett wants more, and he has to figure out a way to convince Natalie he's worth having. Natalie is heading off for a holiday on her own, but snow and ice change her plans rather a lot.
The big (and unanswered) question is, where's Natalie's sister? I can't tell you because I have to pay for another book to find out.
Minus the missing sister, I didn't think this was a bad story. In fact, I liked both main characters, and this is an author who can write steamy scenes really well without losing the emotion. There was enough character development to interest me in the new series maybe at least a little bit, but short-changing your readers is short-changing your readers, no matter how you frame it.
I understand the desire to create a lead-in for a new series, but the story would have lost nothing by keeping the `missing sister' part out until the next book. Natalie and Jett's relationship was complex enough without a hook for later stories.
That said, if there's one writer in this anthology who might have me coming back for more, it's Lori Foster. One trip to her website, one view of the book covers, one read of the excerpt from book one, and I know it's going to be hard to resist.
Gail's Gone Wild - Susan Donovan
Stereotypical nerd Gail is the frumpy mother of a teenaged girl, and she takes this teenager and the teenager's friend to Key West for spring-break. There she meets a stereotypically perfect man/famous author of South American origin who sees through her clichéd exterior and has lots of steamy holiday sex with her. But there're still the teenagers to consider, and of course they're annoying enough to work as a living birth control advertisement. Teenagers in romance may just annoy me more than small children in romance.
This one milks the 1840-style `women in their thirties are too old for EVERYTHING' stereotype so popular in romance - even today. Post feminism. Just because the heroine had a baby when she was in kindergarten doesn't mean her life is over. She didn't even know any developments in slang that have happened since about 1960! I find it strange when in fiction I encounter young women living in the present day who have the same lifestyle and mannerisms as a ninety year old.
The dialogue - from all characters - made me cringe.
"Do it, you sexy little mami."
But the worst offenders were the teenagers. Everyone and everything was "sick/sick-hot" and they'd had a "sick time". Then some men checked them out and it was a "ballin' time".
I also found it annoying that the teen girls were called Hannah and Holly. It was like a twin-set, and I could never figure out which one was supposed to be Gail's daughter and which one was the friend! There was nothing memorable about either to help with the distinction.
The heroine is naïve at the beginning, and downright nasty at the end. There's one scene where she tells the hero the books he writes are `trash' that she's never cared for, and there was no redemption available for her after that as far as I'm concerned. I hate it when people don't `fight fair'. If you're arguing about something, stick to the subject. Don't bring up a whole lot of other stuff just to be nasty, because that's not something I can forgive.
Just One Taste - Victoria Dahl
What's this about? Who knows - we never actually got to the plot. There's a business convention of some sort and the straight-laced hero develops a thing for the sexually frustrated heroine, who just happens to work at some sort of female empowerment sex shop, and who studied `Sexuality' at university (and to be honest Dahl lost my interest right there).
The heroine mistakes the hero for his brother. They have sex. She runs away without ever finding out he's a different man, and we're told we have to buy the author's new books to find out what happens. Not only that, but this couple's story isn't resolved until the THIRD book in the series - not due for release until NOVEMBER!! That's two books and almost a year between this non-story and the proper one!
It's not a complete story; it's a snippet, and I don't appreciate reaching the final page and not having the faintest idea how things worked out.
Now, unfortunately I can see Victoria Dahl is a decent writer, but with only crumbs to base a judgement on (I've never read one of her books before), it simply wasn't enough to pique my interest. As a new reader for this author she didn't do enough to encourage me to order the first book in her 2011 series.
I know it's hard to achieve a lot in a short story, but this book consisted of two "Buy my new series" prologues, and one mediocre story where I didn't like the characters. If I'd been given one good and complete entry out of three I would have rated this higher. The way it is now is nothing but a massive disappointment.
I haven't always been a fan of short stories nor have I been a big fan of anthologies. I'm starting to understand the benefit of being able to sample a few different authors before spending larger amounts of money on them. However, THE GUY NEXT DOOR played right into what I dislike MOST about anthologies. I want a complete story, not a prologue to a new series saying "if you want to find out what happens buy my new series because you just spent money on the first few chapters but not the whole story. Sucks to be you." Okay, to be fair, only 2 of the 3 stories do this, but that's still 2 out of 3 stories!
Now, the stories themselves weren't 2 Star quality, but I'm giving this anthology 2 Stars because it's frustrating to get a book of "short stories" only to find out that they aren't that! They are prologues! Agh!
***Ready, Set, Jett by Lori Foster (150 pages)--2 Stars
More than just lovers
Prelude to When You Dare (Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor), Trace of Fever (Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor), Savor the Danger (Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor)
Jett and Natalie live across the hall from each other in their apartment complex. After a few times of mutual perusal of the other's body, they shared a heated night. Now, they are lovers, as in we-only-have-sex-and-never-talk-about-anything-else and it's-only-sex-and-then-I-bolt type of lovers. Natalie makes booty calls about 3 times a week, and she's made it clear anything else in her life is off limits. Jett has never wanted to be only a body to Natalie and wants more and has decided tonight is the night. After changing the rules of their relationship, Jett invites himself along with Natalie on her Spring Break trip and they really get to know each other.
This story started off with a bang. Here we have two people who already are lovers, but no true relationship. Jett takes matters into his hands to change the rules of their relationship. I had a hard time buying into their lengthy relationship talk in the physical position(s) they were in. Then, Jett came off as too much as a perfect man. As they share about themselves, Jett did everything perfect. When Natalie talked about her childhood, Jett remembered his. His memory was that he was popular, but was never mean and went out of his way to befriend a recluse because mom and dad taught him right. I mean, that's a REALLY good thing, but everything he shared and we saw he had no flaws. He seemed less and less real as the story progressed.
The ending (if you can call it that) wasn't really believable to me either. They have been lovers for weeks, never sharing anything outside of the bedroom. Then, all the sudden after 24 hours of "dating" they realize they love each other and become engaged. I just couldn't buy into it. Then, the whole time, Natalie has been worried about her sister but we never find out what that's all about. The story abruptly ends and says "Want to know what happened to Natalie's sister? Well, buy my books."
***Gail's Gone Wild by Susan Donovan (119 pages)--3 Stars
How to enjoy Spring Break in Key West
Gail is a 36 year-old single mother who has spent the last 6+ years focusing on her career and her teenaged daughter, Holly. Holly wants to go on Spring Break with her BFF but Gail absolutely refuses. Then, she gets the idea of going along to chaperone and books a trip for herself, her daughter, and her daughter's BFF to Key West. Once there, she meets hunky Jesse who lives in the cabana next door to the one she's renting. Next thing she knows, she's spending every moment with Jesse living it up letting the girls run wild.
This story was just okay. I think my view on it was tainted by the other stories not having endings (I read this one last.) I enjoyed the setting and the storyline. I just couldn't buy into several things. First, the teenagers slang was all wrong. It made me laugh. Second, Gail gives them this huge lecture about the rules while there but seems to leave them to their own devices once she hooks up with Jesse. I know she can't be around all the time, but she seemed to stop her chaperone duties after the first day. Third, we are told a lot of things but never really see things. We are told of all the things Gail and Jesse did and told they now loved each other, but we don't really see much of it. I just feel the emotion.
I really liked the idea of this story, but felt that it would have been better served by more page time to fully develop it, to show us the progression of their emotions, to become attached to them and care about their relationship and the conflict they had to overcome. Instead, it just felt glossed over and summarized.
***Just one taste by Victoria Dahl (98 pages)--3 Stars
One taste isn't enough
Prelude to Good Girls Don't (Hqn), Bad Boys Do (The Donovan Family), Real Men Will (The Donovan Family)
Eric Donovan is stuck working the business convention. Eric is part owner of a brewery with his younger partying brother Jamie and with his younger sister Tessa. Normally, Jamie is the face of the brewery, the bartender, the flirtatious one. Unfortunately due to some staffing issues, Eric is stuck playing bartender. A few booths down is Beth, the manager of a sex store. They exchange heated and interested glances. When Beth walks by the booth, she sees the name "Jamie Donovan, Proprietor" on the name plate and assumes that is Eric. When they bump into each other later that night, Eric tries to correct her, but she keeps changing the subject to a more heated topics. Soon they have a heated one-night stand, which leaves both of them sizzling for more. But, they both walk away......and the end.
Now, to find out what happens, we have to wait for the series. But not the first book in the trilogy! No--We must wait until the 3rd and final book to find out what happens! I'm not sure I will care at that point. That's a long ways away. Not only that, but what about the people who purchase the trilogy who never read this short story, will they understand what's going on with these two?
The story itself had a lot of potential. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of page time to fully develop their characters; to see what happens when Beth figures out she slept with Eric, not Jaime; to see these two in any other setting besides trying to get into each other's pants. I wonder if that is the point so that we can read the full-length novel dedicated to these two, however, I just felt let down in the end.
Ready, Set, Jett by Lori Foster (3 stars)
This story is a prequel to LF's new series, Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor. Jett Sutter and Natalie Alexander are "neighbors with benefits". Their no-strings affair should be the perfect setup for a man intent on maintaining his bachelor status, but for whatever reason, Jett feels uneasy about it. He doesn't want to marry Natalie, of course, but having her using him only for booty calls isn't enough anymore. He wants to see her outside the bedroom, even date her, but he knows someone has hurt her in the past and she's wary of getting emotionally involved with him. Will he be able to get past her barriers and, maybe, reach her heart?
I liked this story, but the cliffhanger wasn't necessary. In fact, all the events connected to it could have been left out of the story, as they added nothing to the development of Jett and Natalie's relationship and were only there to hook readers to the upcoming series. It had been a while since I last read a book by Ms. Foster and I had forgotten how much I enjoy her writing and how good her love scenes are. She made me care and root for Jett and Natalie's HEA, and the ending was satisfying enough. (In case you're wondering, Jett and Natalie do get their HEA; the cliffhanger has nothing to do with them.)
Gail's Gone Wild by Susan Donovan (1 star)
Gail Chapman's seventeen-year-old daughter Holly wants to go to Florida with her friend Hannah for spring break, but Gail knows better than to let the two girls take that trip alone. After some thinking, Gail concludes that she deserves a spring-break vacation more than them and decides to enjoy it at Key West, offering to take the dynamic duo (Holly & Hannah) with her. Gail is supposed to be the chaperone for the girls during their vacation, but after meeting Key West neighbor Jesse Batista - a sultry, sexy, earring-wearing sea captain with a big secret - she's the girl who's about to go wild.
Oh boy, what can I say? I thought the premise was absurd, the romance didn't engage me, and I disliked all the characters in this story:
1. Gail was an hypocrite: her concern about her daughter's safety and "virtue" simply disappeared after she met Jesse and she had no qualms doing everything she'd told her daughter not to do. Granted, she was thirty-six and her daughter was only seventeen, but she should have thought about the kind of example she was setting. Plus, her ditching her chaperoning duties and saying that she trusted her daughter didn't make sense, considering how she'd made a point of forbidding the two girls to spend spring break by themselves because they couldn't be trusted to be behave. Huh?!? I guess lust short-circuited her brain.
2. Jesse was a lecher and a liar. He was introduced to Holly & Hannah when they were fresh out of the swimming pool and wearing skimpy bikinis, and he couldn't help noticing Hannah's "hellacious curves and video-ho bikini". A thirty-eight-year-old man having that kind of thought about a seventeen-year-old girl is too disgusting for words so all I can say is, eew eew eeeew!!! Then, Jesse decided to hide his identity from Gail - he was a successful author with eight New York Times bestsellers under his belt - so he could be sure she wasn't after his money and fame. He went so far as to ask a friend who owned a bookstore to hide his books so Gail didn't find out who he was, disregarding the fact that Jesse's name was the only marketing hook his friend got to face the competition of the new chain store that was threatening to kill his business. With friends like Jesse, that poor bookstore owner didn't need enemies.
3. Holly & Hannah were stereotypical dumb teenagers, and I'm still wondering why did they deserve to have their own POV in the story. Nothing happened with/to them, so what was the point?
This was my first read by Ms. Donovan and it was very disappointing. Most of my friends like her writing so I'm willing to give her another try, but I'll wait until this story is out of my mind.
Just One Taste by Victoria Dahl (1 star)
This story is supposed to be a prequel to VD's new series, Donovan Brothers Brewery, but it's more like a teaser or a sneak peek because it has no ending. The story just stops and we're left with no resolution. WTF?!?
I don't know what to say about the plot(?), so I'll just copy/paste/edit some lines from Ms. Dahl's "Dear Reader" introduction:
The Donovan siblings run Donovan Brothers Brewery right in the heart of Boulder, Colorado. Tessa is the youngest of the family and the only sister, but she keeps her brothers wrapped around her little finger... while she keeps them in the dark about her extracurricular life. Jamie runs the front room at the brewery with ruthless charm and a devastating smile, though he can't manage to get control of his love life. And then there's the oldest brother, Eric...
Eric Donovan took charge of the family and the brewery at the age of twenty-three, and he doesn't have a rebellious bone in his body. He's the soul of responsibility... until the night he meets Beth Cantrell in a hotel hallway and decides there's something to be said for an occasional walk on the wild side. Even the most straitlaced guy needs to loosen up once in a while, and Beth is a woman experienced in smalltown discretion.
That's it! Eric and Beth meet at a business convention, she somehow mistakes him for his brother Jamie and he doesn't set the record straight, they have wild-monkey sex and, after nothing was said and all was done, they part ways. The End.
Reading this story was a complete waste of my precious time. I'm sure everything that happened in it will be rehashed when the series is released, especially because Eric and Beth's book will be the last and readers will have forgotten this "prequel" by then. I could have ignored the lack of purpose in this story if Eric and Beth had been interesting characters, but alas, I didn't care for them. I never understood why she thought that being seen with him would ruin her reputation as an "erotic boutique" (aka sex shop) manager, and I thought his excuse for lying (by omission) about his identity was flimsy at best.
This was one of the most frustrating reads of my life and I'm sorry to say that, contrary to its goal, this story made me not want to read the series.
I don't have words to express how truly talented this author really is but I'll do my best. READY, SET, JETT is an introductory novella to this series and whoooeeeee is it a complete little love story all in itself and a wonderful way to open the door to a fantastic series. I love Natalie, she is so loveable, sexy and naïve all in one. Jett on the other hand is what men should be made of! He’s exciting, raunchy yet tender and gentle at the same time. Lori is a wonderfully descriptive writer taking the reader into her world to live out the fantasy of her characters and thoroughly enjoy it from beginning to end. This whole series is not to be missed, it would be a real shame! Although short, as it is a novella, you will not find the characters lacking in any way. They have been richly developed so that you feel you really know them and everything about them. So, come on, get comfortable and start this journey of love, action, mystery, suspense and amazing smexyness!