This review is also available on my blog, Bows & Bullets Reviews.

Chris has had the big O, just never from anyone else besides herself. Despite multiple attempts, no guy has managed to please her. After Allie, her best friend jokingly posts a Craigslist ad look for a talented man to liberate Chris that goes viral, Chris is swept away in a MTV offer to make a reality show about The Orgasm Virgin. From there she meets eleven men and four women willing to try to rock her world the way no one before them has. She also meets Scott, the completely hot (and completely off limits) production assistant. With each day that passes forcing Chris to consider these people and the reality of getting busy with one of them (and NOT Scott), the more she wonders if signing up for a reality show was really her best idea. Will she finally find the big O with some else, or will she head back home to her library just as unsatisfied as she arrived?

I loved Chris almost immediately. She’s somewhat deprived, spending her days in a library rather than carousing with the “normal” people and mostly she likes it that way.

But there are moments when hearing about Allie’s sexscapades make Chris incredibly jealous and that’s something I can always relate to. That’s the same feeling I get when I read those romance novels where couples go at it consistently. Food, hydration, work, normal life are all apparently not as important as going one more round. I’m always awed and a little jealous of those fictional worlds. It was nice to read about a heroine who was out of the loop for once instead of the party girl. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that she is a librarian. I was not determined enough to get a masters of library science, but I have to admire those who do. Where would be we without them? It saddens me that they are becoming a little obsolete in this digital age. ANYWAY, Chris is that best friend who is a bit more straight laced than her friends. She seemed more of a normal girl character, but a realist one, not the ideal one we get fed in a lot of novels. I was immediately rooting for her to find her magical orgasm…and hopefully a nice boyfriend too. I wasn’t disappointed.

I didn’t love Scott immediately. I felt like he was risking A LOT just to sleep around with Chris and I didn’t know if that was justified. I mean, the boy has worked towards getting his own show for a while and now, on the cusp of that dream becoming a reality, he is willing to throw it all away to sleep with this one girl? I mean, I get attraction and lust and all that, but really, is it that preposterous to think that he couldn’t have waited 2 weeks for the filming to be over to go after her? Maybe that’s just me, but I felt like his interest was a little too much too quickly. Beyond that, though, he is sweet and thoughtful and does everything to help Chris through this mess she has gotten herself into. He laughs at her jobs, cracks ones of his own, and does everything he can to support Chris and lighten her load on the show. He is always there with advice and alcohol (because, really, there is no way for a shy-ish librarian to get through this without copious amounts of booze) in the background for the taking.

What I really loved about this was the humor. This is laugh out loud funny, with awkward moments, dirty sex jokes, and even a few smart jokes tossed in just to throw you off. Page one will have you snorting, page two will garner a laugh, and things escalate from there. I don’t think I stress enough how important comedy is in novels, but it really is a necessity. I hope I see more novels like this. I need more erotica that doesn’t take itself too seriously.

The only thing I didn’t like was that this felt too short. An argument can be made that a well written (and entertaining) novel always feels too short, but this felt especially….clipped? I would have liked to have seen more of the interactions with the contestants and rounded that side out. We know pretty early on where this is going to go and who Chris fancies, but I just felt like some scenes where cut short or a bit more explanation would have helped. Or even just added fluff to allow me time to digest what I’ve read. It was just one thing straight after another with little space between to really get a feel for what just happened. Leaving me wanting more is definitely the best probably to have in any novel, so I guess I can’t complain too much, right?

This is the second novel I’ve read this year labeled erotic comedy and I hope this becomes the next big trend because I definitely need more of this in my life. I know dark romance and new adult is all the rage right now and there are great, but don’t we need something a little lighter? Isn’t there room for more fluff? I certainly hope so. This novel was everything I expected it to be and more. I must admit that when I initially read Burstein’s Sneaking Candy, I never expected her to actually write Candy Sloane’s book, but I’m incredibly glad she did! This novel has the humor and the heart to keep me begging for me. I will happily continue to devour anything else Candy (and Lisa) decides to write!

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Title: Wrong Bed Reunion by Kate Meader

Release Date: July 11, 2016

Blurb:

Fake relationship, real temptation.

Most Likely To #2

Georgia Cahill is at her high school reunion to seduce the quarterback boyfriend she left behind ten years ago. Unfortunately, one too many margaritas accidentally land her in bed with Gideon Neill, the class geek, instead. By the time she realizes her mistake, she’s the one being seduced.

Gideon Neill is a new man—confident, gorgeous, and about to make the biggest business deal of his life. He just needs a girlfriend to land it. Georgia provides the perfect solution—he’ll help her make her ex jealous if she’ll be on his arm for his business deal.

But he quickly realizes he likes her in his arms even better!

Who’d have guessed that sleeping with the enemy would be so hot? But it isn’t long before their act becomes all too real. Could this truly be love? Or is it just the best sex

they’ve ever had?

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His green eyes flashed like exploding planets, and he widened his shoulders. “I’m an asshole?” He laughed. “No, Peach, you’re the one who treated me like shit. You let your boyfriend bully me. You laughed in my face when I tried to help you. …” He paused.

She knew what he didn’t say. He was referring to the day he truly saw her and she decided to bury him instead. Guilt slithered through her limbs like a snake.

He fixated his eyes further. “And the worst part is that even after all that, I still want to fuck you.” He moved closer, his shadow suffocating her. The sudden darkness forced her to swallow, but her heart was in her throat, blocking whatever words could come. Not that she knew how to respond. Her body did, though; it sputtered to life, purred from the apex of her thighs.

“When you’re around, I’m not going to be able to think about anything but sinking my cock in so deep that your eyes roll back, that you wish you never met me. God knows,” he said, his breath peppering her lips, “I wish I’d never met you.”

She was glued to the wall. She was covered in his words. If she didn’t speak, he would keep going. She couldn’t take much more and make it out of the shed with her underwear intact. Considering she’d left her thong in Gideon’s room last night, she needed every pair she had left.

“Is that all?” She kept her eyes on his sinful lips, desperate to keep her cool, but the purr in her panties grew to a roar. Her lungs felt like they were filled with bees.

“No.” He retained his relentless stance, the broad expanse of his chest obscuring her view like a navy blue shield. “See, the problem is I don’t want to fuck you. I want to forget last night ever happened.”

She forced herself to breathe, but the air did nothing for her lightheadedness. “Then forget it.” She tried to remain nonchalant, tried to remind herself it was what she’d demanded, even though she couldn’t forget it, either.

He shook his head, the skin around his lips tight. “Considering how you and your group of friends treated me in high school, it should be easy. You guys made me question everything about who I was because I wasn’t just like you.”

She looked down as she caught what he’d hurled into the center of her stomach. His experience in high school was what every day in L.A. had been like for her. She forced herself back to his eyes, trying to pull her own words out, but she could never admit her own pain. Not to Gideon. Not to anyone.

“You’re not worthy of the plunge of my cock.”

He took off his glasses, shoved them in his back pocket, and left barely a breath between their bodies. His erection ground against her leg. He wasn’t bothering to hide it.

She should have pushed him away. She should have done a lot of things, but all she could do was stand there, motionless and waiting to see what he did next.

“But you can feel that my cock doesn’t seem to give a shit about that.” His breath blazed on her lips. Her throat turned to dust, dry and betraying. “Say something.” His gaze was as tight as their bodies, as insistent as his sculpted muscles pressing into her breasts. “Tell me to fuck you, or tell me to go to hell.”

“Go to hell,” she managed, her heart pumping so fast the room was spinning.

He balanced his hands against the wall on either side of her. “I’m there with you. I’m right fucking there, Peach.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, but it didn’t ease the dizziness, didn’t soothe the ache in her chest, between her legs. She feared nothing but this man would.

“It’s hell wanting you. Hell having tasted you and knowing that I could have had you if I’d just taken what you offered, what you begged for last night. So unless you want to fuck me so I can think straight in your presence, you need to stay the fuck away from me.”

Her arms itched at her sides. “What about our deal?”

Wrong Bed Reunion by Candy Sloane
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the 2nd book in the Most Likely To series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading this series in order.

Gideon and Georgia went to high school together. They were basically enemies. Georgia did not let anyone close. Gideon is shocked when she approaches him in his hotel room.

Georgia wants to change her life. She has been stagnant, or so she thinks. She feels she missed out on so much over the last decade and she is making up for lost time.

Sexy heat and surprises are in store for the reader with this book. Such a terrific installment for this amazing series. I cannot wait to see what the author will give us next!


***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley and its publisher in exchange for an honest review only.

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This is the 2nd book in the Most Likely To series.  This book can be read as a standalone novel.  For reader enjoyment and understanding, I recommend reading this series in order.

Gideon and Georgia went to high school together.  They were basically enemies.  Georgia did not let anyone close.  Gideon is shocked when she approaches him in his hotel room.

Georgia wants to change her life.  She has been stagnant, or so she thinks.  She feels she missed out on so much over the last decade and she is making up for lost time.

Sexy heat and surprises are in store for the reader with this book.  Such a terrific installment for this amazing series.  I cannot wait to see what the author will give us next!  I give this story a 4/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley and its publisher in exchange for an honest review only.

Best Friends with Benefits
Most Likely To #1

By: Candy Sloane

Releasing March 14, 2016
Entangled Brazen

Blurb:

Valerie Barkin and Alec Rogers survived bullies, awful parents, and seriously shitty social standing the only way best friends can—together. But with the unexpected sexual tension suddenly flaring between them, surviving their ten-year high school reunion might be a different story…

Val hasn’t changed. She still feels like the stringy-haired band geek the popular kids teased, but Alec has definitely changed. He’s now the front man for the Grammy-winning rock band Chronic Disharmony, with the sexual reputation to match. And he’s more than willing to help Val rock the reunion.

And then it happens—a drunken game of Seven Minutes in Heaven—and their fourteen-years-long foreplay comes crashing to the forefront…changing everything.

Seven minutes turns into a weekend of mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex. But these best friends won't be able to leave their hearts out of it forever, not when the most meaningful benefit could change their relationship for good....

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He looked from his denied hand to her face. He’d played her game long enough. It was time to take control. He grabbed her wrist, demanding her attention. “Speaking to you like a woman I’m fucking,” he said, straddling her at the waist so she was pinned against the bed. “There is no fucking way you are getting in that shower yet.”

She didn’t protest, didn’t do anything but emit a delicious sigh as his cock pressed into her leg.

“We didn’t go over my rules.” He ground his hips against hers, sheets that smelled of them the only barrier. “And the most important one is that I get to figure out what you like first.” He punctuated each word with a pound of his hard cock against the soft inside of her thigh. “So I can be sure the orgasm you’re demanding is definite when I do finally fuck you.”

Her eyes blazed below him. She swallowed, her lips parted. He continued to grind, and the room spun. He lifted up just enough to pull away the sheets and straddled her again, the hot skin of her upper thighs singeing his own. He ran his hands over her tits, the pearls of her nipples, slowly, his fingertips sliding like oil.

“Agree?” he asked.

“Agree,” she whispered.

“How’s this?” He indicated the slow trickle of his fingers over her nipples.

“Not bad.”

“Truthful,” he admitted. “You might not be able to answer the next time I ask you.” He touched his mouth to them. His hands pressed into the bed as his lips traced the arch of her tits, feather-soft above the fabric of her tank top.

He breathed hot desire onto her nipples, and they responded, seemed to reach for his hidden tongue. His gut exploded with need. But he didn’t rip her shirt off and suck at her like he was desperate to—he teased. Showing her what she had really gotten herself into.

This was not going to be a wham bam thank you sir. Oh no, she was going to have to deal with wanting him so badly she forgot her name.

“Take your shirt off,” he instructed.

She stared at him defiantly.

“Take your fucking shirt off and show me what I signed on for.”

She didn’t flinch. “But I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Why do you think I want it off?” he replied, his tongue grazing her ear.

She didn’t lose his gaze as she removed it, though she was doing her best to keep her shivers in check as he inspected her.

“Those are some great fucking tits,” he said. “I can’t wait until they’re putty in my hands while you ride my cock.”

Her eyes widened.

It was what he would have said to a woman he was fucking, but the minute he saw her full B’s, creamy as vanilla ice cream, with perky little nipples like cherries on top, taut and tight and waiting for him, he couldn’t help picturing just that. Valerie on top of him on this bed, taking him deep, her hands clutching the headboard as he slid inside her again and again.

“Thanks, I grew them myself,” she joked.

He smiled, but not in amusement. “Just thought of another rule. You need to treat me like a guy you’re just fucking. Would you say that to a guy you’re just fucking?”

Her breath caught. “I’ve never just fucked anyone.”

He knew it was true, knew why this decision had been so hard for both of them to come to, but he wasn’t about to get caught up in that, now that he was so close.

“Tell me to suck on them.”

Her eyes were hooded.

“You want me to, right?” He pressed into her soft flesh, and her head lolled back in a gasp. His heartbeat hammered in time with his cock. Fuck, the way her body responded was sexy. It knew him as well as she did—each breath, each whimper exactly what he needed to hear.

She nodded. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“You wanted it last night, too, didn’t you? Wanted me to take your nipple into my mouth, circle my tongue around it slowly, and squeeze it between my lips. Give you a preview of what I’d do when I went to work on your clit.”

Her mouth opened, but nothing came, no words, no breath. Though he knew she was locked not in fear but desire.

Greedy lust shot into his cock. He had her. “That’s the best part about just fucking someone. You can tell him exactly what you want. So what do you want?”

“Valerie, do you want to play?”

Maybe he hadn’t meant his words as innuendo, but in that moment, she couldn’t take them any other way.

She stepped closer to him. Her stomach was a whisper away, her breasts a sigh away. So close. Surges of heat fired at her from his back. He could probably hear her heart thrumming as she reached out her hand, her finger paused a gasp away from his waist.

She inhaled and closed her eyes. They had done this already. It was not difficult: trace your fingers along his shoulder, murmur into his ear, spin him around, kneel down in front of him, unbuckle his belt, and take him into your eager mouth.

Easy.

Simple.

Her stomach was a seesaw winging up and down.

She needed to stop thinking. She needed to do. She’d spent most of her life on pause. Except for her music, she never went after what she wanted. She never demanded it.

That was changing this very minute.

She snaked her hand around his side, fingertips leading the way. “Was that the only dream you had at fifteen?” She slid her hand onto his rock-hard stomach. Crap, does he mine diamonds in there?

He tensed, then relaxed as her fingers splayed along his abdominal muscles. Her pinky grazed his belt buckle. It was ice cold from the air conditioning.

“Definitely not.” His breath was a heavy moan when he turned to face her. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him in one quick motion, his eyes filled with hunger.

She inhaled sharply. She couldn’t ignore the shock wave when his hardest parts banked up against her softest ones. But this was her seduction, and while she wanted whatever he was about to offer her, she wanted to give him what she’d planned all the more.

She stepped back and rolled her fingers down his chest, the tips of them studying every rock, every crevasse. She breathed out and gathered more courage. “Was one of them getting your dick sucked in an arcade?”

Those words would have usually stayed in her mind flipping somersaults. She stopped breathing until Alec’s eyes went dark, and his erection pulsed against her thigh.

“At fifteen my dreams didn’t go that far,” he admitted.

“This very minute, though…” He took a finger and slid it along her lips. “It’s at the top of my list.”

She took his finger in her mouth, worked it in and out.

Her tongue slicked around it, giving him a preview of what she was planning. She was woozy for what was under that belt buckle.

His breath caught. He dipped her chin back, forcing her to let go, even as their heartbeats fought against the arcade’s sounds.

“Val.” His eyes darted like pinballs as they grazed over her face. “What about your rules?”

Crap, maybe she couldn’t just do. Maybe all her thinking and pausing earlier would make just doing impossible.

“Do you want me to stop?” She deposited her hand where it had been, palm open, wrist tight against his waistband, her pinky sliding underneath to hot skin.

“Fuck no,” he breathed. “You can feel how hard I am for you. I just want to make sure this is okay.”

She moved slowly toward the door to close it, hoping to increase his ache with each swing of her hips. “That’s how sure I am,” she said, more seriously than she’d intended as she made her way back over to him, “but right now I don’t need you to be a gentleman. I need you to pull my hair while I take you into my mouth, and I need you to come at the back of my throat.” Her heart was beating like the midnight cheep of a cuckoo clock, but she kept her words steady. “Do you think you can do that?”

She’d never spoken to a man this way, and the words excited her. Lust flowered in her abdomen and tumbled lower. Alec appraised her again. Each sweep of his gaze garnered an additional heartbeat and an additional thrum of need.

“Dirty Girl,” he finally said, straddling the legs of his jeans wide, “none of that is going to be a problem.”

Best Friends with Benefits by Candy Sloane
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Valerie and Alec have been best friends for a long time. With the exception of being attracted to one another, there have been no hiccups in their friendship. Honesty is one of the best things they love about each other.

Alec is now a rock star and loved by all. Going to their high school reunion, he is the most popular person there. Val is still on the outside. Or is she? He kisses her and the walls start to break down.

Val is unaware he is secretly in love with her all this time. Keeping their friendship has been the most important thing for both of them. All they have is each other.

Such a rewarding and amazing story! This book has everything. I was especially proud of the best friend aspect, and how it plays out.


***This ARC was given by Netgalley.com and its publisher for an honest review.

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KITTY'S BOOK SPOT Interview with Author, Candy Sloane

Author Q & A:

1. What is your favorite genre to write?

Hmmm…I would say anything funny. I love writing comedy.

1. Did you have a favorite book/author growing up?

Judy Blume was my favorite author growing up, ANYTHING by her.

1. Do you write to music? Do you make any playlists for your books?

I don’t. I know it’s crazy, but I need total silence when I write. I get too caught up in the lyrics of songs to have a playlist.

1. If you could write anything at all, any genre, any book, magazine, etc., what would it be?

I would love to be able to write a mystery or suspense because they are my favorite books to read. They seem so hard to get right because of how complex they are.

1. Readers love to get to know you! Can you let us in on 1 secret something we do not know about you?

I’m pregnant and due in May and wrote most of this book-- the sexiest book I’ve ever written-- while pregnant.

Author Info:

Candy Sloane is a pseudonym for a Young Adult & New Adult author who needed to write some naughty books her mother couldn’t read. She lives in Portland, OR and loves Lifetime movies. She would tell you more, but this persona is a secret. 

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