Blurb:
“It’s a new show, Quirks and Kinks. We’ve already
selected a male reenactment actor to be your co-host, so you're the last piece
of the puzzle. There’s some seriously f@$%ed up sh*t out there that
people are into, and the two of you are going to be the face of it.”
“I’m going to be the face of people’s freakish
fetishes?” I asked
disbelievingly.
Larry shrugged his
nonchalance, shoving it directly down the throat of my panic. “Half of it.”
That conversation was the beginning of more than a show.
It was the beginning of mystery, friendship, and love, and the
outcome of mixing all three together with two unsuspecting victims.
Easie Reynolds and Anderson Evans were drawn to the same,
simple thing—each
other.
But, sometimes, undeniable chemistry isn’t enough. After all, how easy
is it to get know someone when they’re constantly pretending to be someone else?
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SNEAK PEAK EXCERPT:
“I’m still not even sure what we’re
doing here,” I told Ashley as I glanced around at
the cheap Tex Mex themed decor of El Loco Restaurant.
All
around us, business-suit-clad, young singles chatted and laughed, sinking
deeper into their margaritas and each other. A life untraveled stared me in the
face, but it didn’t make me feel bitter or regretful.
All I felt was stupid for being out and spending money that we didn’t
have.
“You just landed a job,” she cooed before sipping delicately
from the free water.
Giving
her my undivided attention, I narrowed my cat-like blue eyes.
“Granted, it’s
not a job you’re exactly thrilled about, but it
comes with money, and that’s worth celebrating a little.”
“Pff,” I huffed. “So
far, all it’s come with is a bag of muffin mix
and humiliation.” Exaggeratedly, I checked my purse. “Nope,
no money.”
Ashley
just shook her head. “We’re eating one dollar tacos. Peanut
butter and bread are more expensive. Relax.”
My
fingers itched for a cigarette, and astute twenty-three year old lady that she
was, Ashley didn’t miss it.
“Besides, if we’re
going to get on the money discussion you’re going to have to take a closer
look at some of your other expensive habits.”
Ashley
had been trying to talk me into quitting for years, and I knew my lungs would
thank me if I somehow managed to follow through. But for as desirable as it
sounded, I just…couldn’t. It wasn’t
so much the addiction and the work it would take to kick a years-in-the-making
habit. It was that smoking had become my emotional crutch. My timeout in any
moment of need and my excuse to busy myself with something other than being a
bitch. I was scared of the chasm I’d fall into, the unclimbable hill I’d
create with my auger-like anxiety.
My
sister didn’t know any of that. No one did.
“I smoke for my career.”
Her
eyes practically rolled all the way out of her head. “This
ought to be good.”
“You know this industry is
unbelievably vapid, and vapid means skinny. Smoking keeps me that way.”
She
shook her head in disdain.
“And it’s cheaper than a
gym membership.”
“Global warming, anyone?” she called dramatically. “You’re
argument is balancing on some pretty thin ice.”
“Shut up.”
Suddenly,
warmth wafted up into my face as our waiter shoved the toasty basket of
complimentary chips into the center of our table. My eyes drifted naturally
from the basket to the hand holding it, where a large, oval, heavy metal ring
sat in blazing contrast to the tan expanse of his long ring finger, up the line
of his muscular—deliciously veiny—forearm, to the
cuff of his rolled up black sleeve. On a runaway mission of their own, my eyes
wouldn’t
stop, eating up the expanse of his bicep in an instant, stutter-stepping up the
corded column of his slender throat, and landing on one of the most attractive
male mugs I’ve ever seen.
A
mixing bowl of ethnicity, his naturally tanned skin and dark features stood in
stark contrast with the minty green of his eyes. Directly on me and smirking,
they were mesmerizing.
And
mocking.
Ashley
spoke, as I’d apparently lost all of my normal
snarky ability.
“Thanks.”
A
small glance from me to her preceded his polite answer. “You’re
welcome.”
She
smiled her prettiest smile, the one that infused her entire being from chest to
eyes, and the corner of his mouth notched higher in response.
A
foreign heaviness settled in my chest as I watched, and its completely
unwelcome presence nearly made me sick.
He
turned to leave slowly, one last lingering look in my direction making my
nerves ratchet up to an eleven.
Fuck.
I did not like to be rattled. Confident words were my modus operandi,
but a good earthquake could wreck even the strongest of routines. My table at
El Loco, tonight—this guy—was
the epicenter.
The
man in question had just earned himself automatic placement on my shit list.
Straight,
white, top teeth just barely teased the plump pillow of his bottom lip. It was
unintentional, completely innocent, and hot as Jesus’ sauna.
Shit
list position confirmed.
“You’re, like, really
attractive,” Ashley noted, evidently drunk on her
water and speaking via a direct link to my brain.
His
chuckle was like a full body vibrator, skating through the nerves on every inch
of my skin. One long-fingered hand shot straight to his neck, rubbing the
uneasiness of Ashley’s compliment out quickly.
“Thanks.”
“Are you an actor?” she continued. “You’ve
got to be, right?”
LA.
Every attractive person you meet must be in the business.
I
would have laughed at Ashley’s assumption and how ridiculous it
was if I hadn’t been thinking the same thing.
He
looked slightly bashful, but fought straight through the discomfort and
answered her frankly. “Uh, yeah. I mean, I’m
trying anyway. I’m not particularly successful.”
Distracted
by my reaction to him and his honesty, I didn’t run a pre-check
on anything coming out of my mouth. Not that I normally had the best filter. “So
you’re
another one of those actors, waiting tables to pay the bills and pass the time?”
He
bristled, and rightfully so. But he did it with an otherworldly calm, meeting
my eyes directly and speaking in a soft, polite—if only slightly
teasing—voice.
“One of those? Oh. No. Waiting tables
is my dream. I just act to fit in.”
My
cheeks felt hot with embarrassment and shame, and the glint in his eyes told me
that he saw it.
Sometimes
I hated that my default setting was bitch. Such a dominant trait was hard to
overturn. “Okay, so maybe that was a little
rude.”
One
corner of his mouth—the smug one—rose
just slightly. “It’s a distinct possibility.”
Silence
hung between us, but while my time was spent avoiding eye contact, his was
spent calculating his next blow.
“I guess you must be something really
impressive then?”
“Huh?” My wandering eyes
shot to his with the focus of a heat-seeking missile.
“Well, you obviously aren’t
on the waiting tables slash acting track that the rest of us losers are.”
“Um—”
“I mean, you must do something that
really matters, right? Educating orphaned kids. Curing Cancer. Coming up with
the way to end all of the world’s unrest.” Attractive arms crossed over an
equally nice chest. “Am I right?”
For
as confident as I usually was, and as many comebacks as I normally had, I
couldn’t
think of one single thing to say.
Unfortunately,
my sister wasn’t suffering from a similar problem.
“Hah! She’s
an actor too. But she’s too busy to wait tables.”
“Working?” he asked, one manly eyebrow cocking
in time with his question. If I wasn’t mistaken, he actually looked
impressed for a minute.
I
was ready to leave right then, but Ashley, being the one of us with a
conscience, had a knack for ruining a good thing.
“Oh. No. She’s
just too busy being her. You know, cutting people like you down in her spare
time.” She looked away, bopped to the music
in the background. “But, she doesn’t
do it on purpose. She was born this way. Cold, dead heart and all. I guess that’s
why people like me still love her.”
I
tried not to let her words hurt. After all, if I were describing myself, I
probably would have chosen the exact same words, and because I knew her so
well, I knew she was just trying to make a joke and bail me out of a situation
of my own making.
And
yet, I still couldn’t stop the smile from slipping and
sliding its way off of my face.
It
only took a few seconds to recover, but when I looked back up at the waiter, he
was looking at me differently. Assessing.
Uncomfortable
was too cushy a word for what I was feeling. Bombs exploded and sprayed
shrapnel, the sharp edges of his scrutiny digging into the flesh of my muscle
and making it twitch just beneath the not-protective-enough layer of my skin.
My Review
I loved this book! It was such a different read.
I loved the idea behind the show Quirks & Kinks! It is something that I
would totally watch! I loved reading about it as it was!
Easie- love her name, it is so different- was a
great character. I won't lie, at first I wondered if I was going to hate her
cause she was so bitchy but it didn't take long for her to win me over. Now I
like her bitchness and her! She was sassy and foul mouthed. Living out in California trying to be an
actress is not something I envy. It's no secret that it is difficult to break
into the business, so when Easie is offered a co star role in a new show that
delves into the different quirks and kinks that some people have, she couldn't
say no. Seriously, her stomach and her sister needed her to say YES! A lot of
these scenes cracked me up. Not because I was laughing at other people and the
things that turn them on, but because of Easie and her reactions!
Anderson. Oh Anderson. This guy was a favorite
right away! He took Easie's sass in stride. However, it was easy to see that he
was holding back. I mean he stayed busy! Constantly! I won't give anything away
but I swear there will be several things in this book that will shock the hell
out of you.
This book is full of funny, laugh out loud
moments, and some pretty steamy stuff , too. But isn't all laughs and there
were a few times that I caught myself tearing up. This is one of those books
that I wish I hadn't read just so I could read it again for the first time!!!
**I seriously want more tidbits from the show
though. Loved that idea and aspect of the book!!**
***ARC provided in exchange for my HONEST review.
Thank you!***
5 stars!!!!!
About Laurel Ulen Curtis
Laurel Ulen Curtis is a 27 year old mother of one. She lives with
her husband and son (and cat and two fish!) in New Jersey, but grew up all over
the United States. She graduated from Rutgers University in 2009 with a
Bachelor of Science in Meteorology, and puts that to almost no use other than
forecasting for her friends! She has a passion for her family, laughing, and
reading and writing Romance novels.
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