Welcome to What-To-Read Wednesday. Each week our Fiction Vixen reviewers will tell you about a book they think you need to read ASAP. This week Jen recommends:
The Deal by Elle Kennedy
It isn’t often I like a book from the New Adult genre. For some reason I cannot identify with a 20 year old finding their HEA. When you add in all the drama llama that seems to come with the relationship, well I check out rather quickly. So when I find one everyone is raving about and I try…and I love it? Well, I have to throw my recommendation out there too.
The Deal by Elle Kennedy starts with a bit of bait and switch. Quiet, unassuming coed secretly lusts after the star of the football team. Enter the loud and in your face captain of the hockey team who needs her help with tutoring. He can offer his popularity in order to get the attention of the football star, if only she will help him earn good grades and stay on the hockey team.
Coed takes hockey captain up on his offer and they spend all kinds of time together. What comes of that is a wonderful love story between Hannah and Garrett. Both are fantastic characters, know what they want and are grounded individuals. Elle Kennedy nails NA with this one. I cannot wait until we get the next story.
One of my favorite moments between the two–they have such witty banter.
I have to say, this is the first time a girl’s been worried about getting caught in my bedroom. Normally they strut out like they’ve just bagged Brad Pitt.
Hannah takes a breath. “We studied. We watched TV. I went home late. That’s what happened. Got it?”
I fight back laughter. “As you wish.”
“Did you really just Princess Bride me?”
“Did you really just use Princess Bride as a verb?”
And the point of the book where I was laughing out loud.
The guy protests… “I don’t think you should go in th—“
I burst into the locker room and —
Horror slams into me as I register what I’m seeing. Oh God. I’ve stumbled onto a penis convention. Big penises and small penises and fat penises and penis-shaped penises. It doesn’t matter which direction I move my head because everywhere I look I see penises.
My mortified gasp draws the attention of every penis — er, guy, in the room. In a heartbeat, towels snap up and hands cover junk and bodies shuffle around, while I stand in the front of the room blushing like a tomato.