Well, this book didn't get great reviews on GR either, but I actually liked it....better than the last one. It's about Paul, who you got to know a bit in a previous book, and honestly, he seemed like a real prick. It was interesting to see his personality after his hot-shot career as a hockey players ended....really not such an ass. I actually liked him pretty quickly, even though he acted like a man-whore by sleeping with that bitch Liz at the beginning, which made me want to throw up!
Our heroine in this book, Katie, is a sociologist that seriously needs to have her own head examined. While she's so busy psycho-analyzing and criticizing Paul, she should take a look at herself! Although she made me crazy, I also felt for her....the burden of always feeling like the 'fat girl', the girl that always had to be 'good' and the girl that felt that she had to prove to the 'townies' that she was better than them really plays a toll on her, which in the end effects her ability to tell Paul how she really feels about him. Thankfully she DOES finally get her head out of her ass, but MAN, Deirdre Martin makes you wait until the VERY LAST MINUTE to give you the HEA (and even then....she left us hanging just a bit...)!
There were tons of laugh out loud moments in this book, and honestly, there was more emotional burden in this one, which kept me reading because I really wanted these to two to get rid of their demons and be together!
Here are a few good moments:
"Katie?" He looked up at her woozily. "What are you doing here?"
"That was my bumper you tried to kiss."
Paul chuckled, then grimaced. clearly, laughing hurt. "Getting revenge for high school, huh?"
"Actually, I thought you were trying to end it all."
"Believe me, if that was the case there are a lot more pleasant ways to go about it."
"Such as-"
"A hotel room, two hookers, some downers and a bottle of Jack Daniels."
"Nice to see you've put some thought into it," Katie said dryly.
Lying beside her, Paul propped himself up on one elbow while the fingers of his free hand brushed easily over her right hip. He slid down her body, kissing the spot he'd just caressed. "What are these?" he asked innocently.
Katie lifted her head, peering down the length of her body as Paul continued to gaze curiously at the intricate netting of pearly white lines crisscrossing her hips.
"Those are stretchmarks," she said quietly, moving to turn away from him. "From when I was fat."
Paul pulled her back toward him, pressing his mouth to the marks and letting his lips linger. "I think they're beautiful."
Katie snorted. "My God, you can sling the bull."
Paul lifted his eyes to hers. "I'm not bullshitting you, Katie. They're hieroglyphics. I read them and I can see where you've been and how hard you've worked to get to where you are now. They're part of you, so they're beautiful." He kissed her right hip again before spreading the afghan over the two of them and settling back down with Katie nestled in his arms.
"Care to tell me what's really going on here?"
"That IS what's really going on."
"Fine, whatever you say. But I'm not hiding this relationship forever. It's ridiculous. And insulting. If you don't want me, I know plenty of women who do."
"Like Liz Flaherty?" Katie snapped.
Paul chuckled. "Jealous?"
"Of the she wolf of the SS? Hardly. No, I just happend to know from Bitsy, who heard from Frank"- she glared at Paul-"that Liz was here angling for a ride on your joystick."
Paul looked amused. "And that bothers you."
"Of course it bothers me! You - you're -" she was painting herself into a corner.
"I'm what Katie?" Paul raised a questioning eyebrow. "I'm yours?"
"Yes," Katie muttered.
"Ah. So let me make sure I'm getting this straight: I'm yours, but no one can know I'm yours. Or, no one can know I'm your until YOU want them to know I'm yours."
"It sounds awful when you put it that way!"
"That's because it IS awful, Professor." He put his arm back around her, kissing her hair. "It's awful and mean and cruel."
It felt strange, inviting Paul over to her mother's house, when she wasn't around. Traditionally, Mina was the one who brought guys home in the middle of the day. Until now, the only man Katie had eve rendezvoused with covertly at this house was the Lucky Charms leprechaun.
"Katie?"
Katie sprang up, clutching the bed sheet to her chest. What the hell was her mother doing home? She was supposed to be away all day with the church ladies! Why was it that Mina could do half the high school football team on her lunch hour and no one was event he wiser? So much for the good girl being bad....
"Oh, Katie," her mother sounded upset. "What happened?"
"I don't know," Katie sniffed. "Actually, I do. I fucked up."
"Language, dear," her mother tut-tutted.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Katie chanted defiantly. "If I want to say it, I'll say it!"
"You're right honey. You 'fuck' away all you want."
Katie lifted her head, catching her mother's eye. They both began laughing before Katie dissolved back into tears.
Paul sighed heavily. "I suppose you want me to kiss you."
"I suppose you want me to beg you."
"That usually comes later."
Katie nipped his lower lip. "Snot."
"Witch."
His lips brushed over hers slowly. Once...twice...three times, each time lingering a little more than the time before.
"I bet you think you're torturing me," Katie murmured as her body stirred to life.
"I bet you like it."
"I bet you're right."