Hard Wood

Hard Wood by Lauren Blakely
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

⭐3 stars⭐

Zeus is allergic to running. He's not playing Mia's game. Instead, he puts one white paw in front of the other and walks.
And walks.
And walks.
"Dude you're cock-blocking me," I mutter to the cat.
He lifts his face and utters an au contraire meow.
"Can you try to at least jog?"
If cats could laugh, Zeus would be doubled over as he strolls after the woman.

3 stars for Zeus the cat and his silly chapters

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Joy Ride

Joy Ride by Lauren Blakely
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

⭐4 stars⭐

"Look let's just concentrate on the build. Doing the best work and kicking ass on the Lambo."

"Our car baby," she coos. "We need to start making it."

"We can't waste a second."

She smirks. "I'm ovulating tomorrow, so that might be a good time to get started."

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Full Package

Full Package by Lauren Blakely
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

⭐3 stars⭐

"So Lyle Lyle (stuffed crocodile) got a job. I enlisted him as a boob friend. I slept with him every night, and he delivered complete and utter boob comfort."

That lucky fucking inanimate animal. "I want to grow up to be a stuffed crocodile."

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Well Hung

Well Hung by Lauren Blakely
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

⭐4 stars⭐

Fucking dicks. Sometimes it's unfair that we have these fuckers to do battle with all day. And believe me, it's an epic battle. Man versus hard-on.
Man rarely wins.
Boners are too powerful.
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"Man, I'm having the worst luck this week."

"Rough week?" Nick asks, clapping me on the back. "Did you get friend-zoned by a hooker again?"

I had to use a Nick quote too. Had to.
And I'm finding the male PoVs so much fun.

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Mister O

Mister O by Lauren Blakely
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

⭐5 stars⭐

Never met a boner killer as effective as a text from the brother of the girl you want to screw.

I love him. That's about it.


Dirty Girl Mechanic

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Big Rock

Big Rock by Lauren Blakely
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

⭐2.5 stars⭐

This is the end to my Saturday night. My cat has watched me whack off.
"Don't say a word," I hiss.

He looks away, lifting his chin haughtily.
But he'll keep my secret.
I'll keep his, too, the fucking little voyeur.

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