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362 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 20, 2013

I wasn’t searching for Mr. Perfect anymore – what I wanted was normal. Plain and simple.
My most recent date from hell sat across from me in a fast-food restaurant that smelled of burnt marinara, where grease hung in the air like a sticky film of humidity.
You are being dumped in a shitty Italian restaurant. Perfect.
Richard had been another one of Catherine’s choices for a date to the upcoming engagement party, and I wasn’t happy about it. This guy was all wrong for me. Also, he’d dumped me only four seconds after showing me to a wobbly, plastic table beside a group of giggling teenaged girls who enjoyed eavesdropping more than their overcooked pasta.
With a sigh, I wadded up my straw wrapper, pinching it into a tight ball between my thumb and forefinger—anything to keep me from strangling the guy across from me. I wasn’t searching for Mr. Perfect anymore—what I wanted was normal. Plain and simple.
However, after four really crappy blind dates, I had to wonder if there were any normal single men left in this city. A disappointing thought, because that meant there was a good chance there weren’t any Mr. Perfects left either. This close to the engagement party, there wasn’t any time to start date-shopping out of town.
I couldn’t catch a damn break if it bit me in the ass. And nothing was biting.
“I know how much you wanted this—” Richard waved his finger, pointing back and forth between us with a sympathetic expression stamped on his face, “—to work out.”
His shoulders were drawn up as if he’d sucked in a lungful of air to inflate his undefined chest and I peered at him, astounded. He was serious.
“Right…” I was too shocked for a more profound response.
I pushed away the plate of spaghetti and turned in my seat to grab my purse hanging on the back of the chair.
And ended up face-to-crotch with a man in a pair of slacks.
If the guy had been wearing jeans, I wouldn’t have felt every single curve of the male anatomy. Under the soft material of his slacks, nothing was left to my imagination. My nose rolled over his penis and when I gasped, my lips brushed against the slacks, like a kiss. I jerked around in my seat and clutched the edge of the table with both hands, my shoulders squared and back ramrod straight.
“Oh my God,” I choked out in a mortified whisper. Could this day get any worse? I wanted to go home, crawl under the bed covers and never come out. There was no way I could screw that up!
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” said a man in a deep, husky voice.
Don’t worry about it? Not likely!
I inhaled a shaky breath as he walked around the table and planted himself across from me. The sight of him rendered me speechless. His hazel eyes were crinkled at the corner from the smile on his lips, coupled with a pair of dimples under the shadow of a dark close-shaven beard. It was hard not to stare—he was gorgeous. And I’d just put my face in his crotch. I slouched in my seat and blinked in devastated humiliation.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked.
“Sure.” I waved a trembling hand, speechless in the face of this guy whose crotch I’d just sniffed. The tweens giggled again. A glance told me they were all as mesmerized by him as I was. He had that sultry, smoldering thing going on, with dark, thick eyebrows. A dark lock of hair fell over his forehead and I itched to brush it back, all the way through to the hair curling at the nape of his neck and around his ears, as if he’d missed a couple haircuts.
He shed his suit jacket revealing a light gray button up shirt. The jacket ended up draped over the back of the chair Richard had vacated. He loosened his tie and sent me a lopsided grin, one dimple deepening, the other just a shadow.
A good appetizer to commence a series. Niecey Roy whips up all the known romance tricks up her sleeves to make for delightful reading.
So Imogen Mae Gorecki is in her early twenties, done with love after her sorry trust-fund SOB ex cheated on her with a slut in possession of a boob-size fit for skanks. Gen's been solo for months now, her sister's wedding is coming up, and the family is worried she's going to go back to her ex since, it turns out, he will be best man to her sister's groom. Now the whole family is bent on getting her a boyfriend or at least a suitable date to the wedding in order to prevent her ex from running back into her life with the world's most convincing love speech. A sweet talker, he is.
Anyway, Imogen is set on a string of pathetic dates by her pregnant hormonal sister, Catherine. Pathetic date after pathetic date till she meets him. Richard. Then the date even gets more hideous with the mummy's video game addict dumping her and bolting without taking care of the cheque. Her life couldn't get anymore miserable... until she face plants herself in his crotch.
I mean, HIM. Matt... and the rest they say, is their story.
But not with Richard, video-game addict rolling back with his geeky self and recommendations of alien movies (Imogen seems to be obsessed with) and Brent suddenly realizing he's let The Good One (with streaks of pink in her hair) Get Away.
How exactly does Happily Ever After come this way? And most importantly, with whom?
I've read dozens of books with this story-line. So did this stand out for me? Hell it did! Niecey Roy is the queen of kooky characters, you know. And unique plot twists. At some moments in time, I thought this would end up a certain way. But no, this book really put my predictive skills to test. And I flunked big time!
I give a star to the romance in this title. There are points I "Aww"ed (which almost made me gag, 'cause I'm a guy. I loved those moments, you know. The love speeches, the gestures, the coordinated lovemaking. It's no surprise since Niecey is Queen of Romance.
I love the whole concept of this, What's Love??? series. It's kinda nice when one character decides to put away love, the whole "Going Dutch" casual thing, but that's exactly when they find themselves deeply entangled. Don't mistake this for another "Love Triumphs All" garbage, it's more of a "Don't give up on love because it won't give up on you" delight. Lessons we could all nod to.
Another star would be given to the end to this title. Like a good romance with a chick-litty appeal, there's a huge satisfying smile and a tight hugging of your kindle (or paperback, depending on what you'd go in for). The fact that I didn't find this whole book predictable really put me on the edge of my seat to check out how the end or who the end was going to be like or with.
I did like this book. But did it break Niecey's fantastic debut? No. I couldn't help comparing this title to Fender Bender Blues with all its (FBB, I mean) highly entertaining characters and laugh out loud situations. I think the problem would have been sorted if the humor was tightened a bit.
I recommend this book to anyone who wants something love-related. Anybody in for a little New Adult chick-lit delight and anyone wanting something less predictable.