When I was offered Tangled for review the email said it was being compared to Wallbanger. I really enjoyed that book so I thought I should give this one a try. From the first page I was captured by Drew and his story. From then on I laughed, sighed, fake punched my kindle/Drew, and throughly enjoyed every page of this book. I think I am going to need more adjectives and gushy words to complete this review. Hopefully, I do the book justice. :)
Right off we meet Drew. He swears he has the flu because that is the only logical explanation for why he hasn’t left his apartment for a week, why there is garbage piled up everywhere, and why he won’t answer his phone or door. But it doesn’t take too long before Drew tells us the real reason for his malaise. He has fallen in love, something completely unheard of from a confirmed bachelor like he is. And the woman of his dreams is marrying another man.
Once we learn Drew’s real problem, he starts to tell us his story. Tangled is told from Drew’s point of view and starts a month before where we open with Drew having the “flu”. Drew is a bit of a dog but he likes being a dog and does not hide what he is.
“Jesus, baby, I’m gonna come.”
Let’s freeze frame here for a second.
For those ladies out there who are listening, let me give you some free advice: If a guy who you just met at a club calls you baby, sweetheart, angel or any other generic endearment? Don’t make the mistake of thinking he’s so into you, he’s already thinking up pet names.
It’s because he can’t or doesn’t care to remember your actual name.
And no girl wants to be called by the wrong name when she’s on her knees giving you head in the men’s room. So, just to be safe, I went with baby.
Her real name? Does it matter?
He first sees Kate in a bar and is entranced. Having just left the bathroom stall and a quicky blow job, he is feeling pretty relaxed and happy. He introduces himself to Kate and the reader sees a little communication going on that Drew misses.
Let me stop and explain here. Tangled is from Drew’s pov so while we don’t hear Kate’s thoughts, Drew will stop the reader and point them out. It was not uncommon for him to make the reader note something that he missed but will be pertinent for later. Like when they first meet, he points out Kate’s reaction to his name. He tells the reader to keep it in their mind because it will be important for later. The way he switches back and forth from telling his story to talking to reader is priceless. The changes to do not take you out of the story but they allow you to see things from Kate’s pov even though you never hear it.
Back to the story. Kate tells Drew she is engaged and leaves him standing at the bar. Brokenhearted, Drew goes home with twin redheads. For real. Next day Drew attends a work meeting where he finds out that Kate is a new employee at his firm, family business started by his father, and is a rising star. This causes much stress for Drew because he does not sleep with people he works with. It ends up not being a problem because Kate and Drew are pitted against each other on an account and they become enemies instead of lovers.
The rest of the story really must be left up to the reader. Things happen, situations change and roles reverse. How is that for purposefully vague? Tangled is the debut novel for Ms Chase and loved it. It will easily go on my top books for 2013. Her voice is fresh and funny, the male pov is different and unique and the flow of the story is done perfectly. I highly recommend this book to anyone looking for a laugh combined with a wonderful romance. Final grade- A
Every healthy man in the world wakes up with a stiffy. A fatty. Morning wood. I’m sure there’s some medical explanation for the phenomenon, but I just like to think of it as a little present from God. A chance to begin the day with your best dick forward.
Which reminds me- Martha Stewart? She’s my new idol. Seriously. I used to think her whole deal was a joke. Who becomes a billionaire by showing people how to fold goddamn dinner napkins correctly? But that was before. Before I actually tried to use my own oven or set a table. Now Martha’s a fucking god. Like Buddha. And if her recipe helps me pulls this off? I’ll worship at her pudgy sandaled feet every day for the rest of my life.