Shelby has been scrambling to get her life together for years. When things finally start to look bright, she decides a brunch with friends is the best way to celebrate this new chapter. But when a giant horned (and horny) egg crashes the party and tries to get her to let loose and have fun, will she be able to resist his devilish charm?
Find out in The Deviled Egg Made Me Do It, a short springtime novella by Holly WIlde.
If you’re looking to escape the boundaries of reality that we are so often confined to, then look no further. Sentient-smutty-smut and literal personification of everyday items is what you’ll find here.
Hi! it’s nice to meet you, I’m Holly “no-explanation” Wilde, and if you don’t buckle your seatbelt up for this ride, your chair will do it for you.
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Listen. I was minding my business, scrolling through the usual chaos of my feed —when suddenly, BAM! There it was. This book. With reviews. Actual reviews. Not just lazy five-star button smashing, but people writing words with their hands about this thing. Naturally, I thought: What the hell is going on here? So I clicked. I read. And now I'm writing this from the floor because the deviled egg has claimed my sanity 😂
Apparently, the "horny devils of Bookstagram and BookTok" have united in unholy thirst, and they want this. They want it bad. I peeked at the author's bio, expecting the usual “I love coffee and long walks through fictional trauma” thing—but no. NO. This woman said, “We are DONE explaining ourselves,” built an entire literary universe out of that principle, and basically said: Let the chaos reign and let the chair do the work. Excuse me??? 😂
So I did what any curious, possibly possessed reader would do. I buckled in, took a deep breath, and let Wilde take the wheel. Y'all. This book? Unhinged. Hilarious. Absurd. I laughed so hard I scared myself 😂 I'll never look at eggs or chive without my mind going perverted 😂 😆
Do I usually read these kinds of stories? No. I like my fictional men tattooed, morally grey, emotionally unavailable until the third act, and preferably capable of brooding on cliffs. Bonus if he has a tragic past and the blood of his enemies on his hands.
At one point, he put her on his shoulder and I literally paused like: WHERE IS A SHOULDER ON AN EGG? I screamed. I wheezed. I will never recover.
So no, this might not be my jam—but damn it, I respect the hustle. Don't yuck someone else's yum, especially when that yum has a sense of humor.
У кожного є межа, і я зрозуміла, що оце моя😂 окей ти яйце і готуєш з себе для однієї людини/партнера, але сорі, якого хріна інші повинні це їсти, навіть ніхто про це їм не сказав, і що, що він на смак як яйця та зелень, сорі але це якось гидко.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Not sure about anyone else, but deviled eggs make me queasy. However, I've never encountered one like Damien here. And he's packing a peen the size of a baguette and had herbal pubes? And he ejaculated whisked egg yolks? How can any of us compete with that? Like my best trick to throw off my wife is to whisper "Be quiet or mom and dad will hear us" while we're being intimate. She hates when I do it, but it always cracks me up. The rule of good sex is to make sure at least one of the participants has a good time, right? Or maybe I've gotten that totally wrong. Anyway, this was silly and written to be so, but the sexual content was top notch. And there is a slight twist at the end that made me never want to eat eggs ever again, too. Good sex, good God, let us never be intimate with a humanoid egg.
After yesterday's absolutely abysmal read I was in dire need of brain bleach and this thing came across my feed (thank you Bon!). Look, it is what it is, it's unhinged and unserious and it features questionable appendages.
I’m sorry but more than a DOZEN EGGS IN HER ASSHOLE????? Even without that I couldn’t stop picturing Mike Wazowski so I couldn’t find this one sexy. Also the weaponised incompetence made me so viscerally angry I got in a fight with my boyfriend while reading this.
Cluck cluck?!?!?!?!!?!? Help me. He ripped those eggs out of her like he was jumping a lawn mower.
Holly. Hollllyyyyyy. I was with you for the bear. I was still with you for the cake man. But making egg man JIZZ onto the PARTY EGGS????
I got this one in a stuff your kindle event and since halloween time I have been hearing a lot about this other and hallowpeen. When I saw this one on the stuff your kindle I had to get it and it was definitely a good quick little story to cleanse from all the mafia smut I’ve been reading!
"Shell them? But I hardly know them!" I would pay good money to live in Holly's brain for a day. This did not disappoint. I had to pause and make some egg salad sandwiches as a reading snack for this one. Ambiance on point. Shelby is prepping a fancy Easter Brunch for her friends and accidentally cuts her finger on an egg shell. She walks away to take care of that and when she comes back she sees a very large suspicious egg shell. Then here comes the star of the story. Damien. Our "devilled" egg man. There's the use of deviled dick, egghood and devilhood. So clever, love it. There's horned peens, tail that resemble a beaded toy (if those beads were eggs themselves), savory spunk, and of course all the puns and silly dialogue. Holly nailed it. AGAIN. Fun short smutty sentient reads, my favorite!
Look, it’s a short read book about a giant deviled egg railing a woman before her dinner guests come over. You either know what you like, or you don’t, and if sex with inanimate objects/food doesn’t sound interesting to you, stay away from this book. It’s well-written, imaginative, and just the right length. I’m not irked that we don’t know why the egg came to life—that’s not why I read this book—but it might’ve made an interesting quick side note. The ending was finger-licking perfection, in my opinion. Brava!