Thieves 2 Lovers (2 Lovers #3) by K. Webster and J.D. Hollyfield
Best friends aren’t supposed to kiss.
But these best friends did.
He can’t get the taste of her lips off his mind.
She can’t let go of the guilt from her mistake.
He wants to be good enough for her.
She wishes life were different.
He’s the bad boy reject.
She’s the girl next door.
When opposites attract, they collide and create an explosion that can’t be ignored.
Is it possible to be madly in love with your best friend?
Love follows no rules because love is a rebel.
Her: We should talk about what's happening…
Him: It's about damn time.
These two are absolutely fucking ridiculous. And by "these two..." I don't know if I mean the two authors or the two main characters.
This one really entertained me. Like REALLY entertained me. It gave me the instant gratification I like (no, not in my pants, you fucking sickos). I won't give spoilers, but my issues were resolved and I got what I wanted. That's all that really matters.
The characters are funny, they are fun, some are deplorable. (I just felt like using that word). I love the story line. I love the way these two came together (not like "came" together, although they did do a lot of that). The style of writing. All of it. The cover pretty much sums up the book.
This one just had a certain and specific je ne sais quoi that altogether just did it for me. Period.
I listened to this one on my phone.... let me disclose that it is not currently available on audible, but I do the opposite of text to speech and do the screen read thingy and have the robotic bitch read me books when I'm otherwise occupied. ANYWAY. I was listening to this one on speakerphone or whatever (which I recommend not doing, use headphones). And I felt like I was being Punk'd or there was some new interactive book thing as I'm listening to a scene where Reagan is watching porn on her phone and gets walked in on and can't turn the sound off her phone. Sex sounds and whatnot being described. Shit. You. Not. I'm listening to this alone in my office and my boss comes stomping in and I get all flustered and literally can't turn my own damn phone off. So I'm doing real life re-enactment of the scene, fucking cussing Webster and Hollyfield as I try to turn my phone off - which didn't happen. I got the one eyebrow raise and the simple question of "What the fuck are you listening to?" My reply? "Sex."
THIS IS NOT A POLITICAL STATEMENT: Abraham Lincoln and Ronald Reagan for the win.