Wallbanger Alice Clayton
Wallbanger
Caroline
Reynolds has a fantastic new apartment in San Francisco, a KitchenAid
mixer, and no O (and we’re not talking Oprah here, folks). She has a
flourishing design career, an office overlooking the bay, a killer
zucchini bread recipe, and no O. She has Clive (the best cat ever),
great friends, a great rack, and no O.
Adding
insult to O-less, since her move, she has an oversexed neighbor with
the loudest late-night wallbanging she’s ever heard. Each moan, spank,
and–was that a meow?–punctuates the fact that not only is she losing
sleep, she still has, yep, you guessed it, no O.
Enter
Simon Parker. (No, really, Simon, please enter.) When the wallbanging
threatens to literally bounce her out of bed, Caroline, clad in sexual
frustration and a pink baby-doll nightie, confronts her
heard-but-never-seen neighbor. Their late-night hallway encounter has,
well, mixed results. Ahem. With walls this thin, the tension’s gonna be
thick…
In
her third novel, Alice Clayton returns to dish her trademark mix of
silly and steamy. Banter, barbs, and strutting pussycats, plus the
sexiest apple pie ever made, are dunked in a hot tub and set against the
gorgeous San Francisco skyline in this hot and hilarious tale of
exasperation at first sight.
Simon...Wallbanger...so Cute, so charming, so cocky, so arrogant, so sweet, so addicted to bake goods, so...perfectly hot!
Caroline...Sweet Caroline...missing her elusive O that has been in hiding, smart, funny, sarcastic, sweet, and frustrated.
Together they spontaneously combust!
"Why are you such a manwhoring asshole?"
"Why are you such a cockblocking Priss?"
"I knew with you it would be an all or nothing kind of thing."..."All, Caroline. I need all of you."
Simon: "You're going to break me, you know this, right? I swear on all that's holy, I'm not a machine--Christ, don't stop doing that."
This book is SO MUCH FUN! It's feisty, crass, and completely entertaining! I cannot help but laugh out loud with Alice Clayton's books. Some of my favorite parts were the text messages and inner monologues on a car ride. Oh, and the names that Caroline gave to Simon's harem. And Clive the crazy cat...
(when Clive the cat attacks Simon)...with those 10 claws digging deeper in, he continued running room to room. The irony that Simon was literally trying to run away from pussy was not lost on me
Their friends were also comedic and fun. It was cute to see them realizing that your perceived type is not always what you really want or need. It's a really funny story about chasing love, chasing the big O, and finding what you needed in an unlikely source.
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