One Sexy Ride
Janey and Len together are both sweet, cute and hot enough to singe the pages. I was curious as to why Len was convinced he couldn't give Janey what she needed. When I found out the reason my heart broke and I sobbed through the rest of that chapter and the ending. I really loved this couple, their backstories and their road to HEA. The banter and teasing between the Thompsons is one of the elements I like the most in this series. But on the coattails of that banter there is always the feeling of genuine love and having each other's back no matter what. The bond between them was portrayed beautifully at the end of the book.
Vivian Arend's writing never fails to please and entertain me. There is no unnecessary drama and it's unembellished. To the point and crisp she has a way of drawing me in with her characters and keeping me wanting more. Over the years I do find her writing has gotten even hotter and sexier than it was in earlier books. No complaints from me there as I love em hot and sexy.
ONE SEXY RIDE is sweet and emotional all wrapped up in a sexy heat. I read it in practically one sitting and it left me yearning for more. I sighed, I laughed and I cried. Everything I want my romance novels to make me do. More Thompsons please! We still have Clay and Troy unaccounted for and I can't wait for their stories to be told.
Memorable Scenes:
- the one with the sort of "solo jobs" in Janey's kitchen > Ms. Arend took hot and self-pleasure to a whole other level!
- the one in the garage on the tailgate of Len's truck > OMG! When Len starts talking, he talks the talk, the dirty talk!
- the one with the photo album > I cried and cried and cried
Favorite Quotes:
Jeez. He was holding her fucking hand and ready to write poetry about it.
Pleasure shot through his body as the heat continued and she writhed under him. Len’s brain went temporarily off-line. There was too much going on. Too much pleasure to focus on only one aspect of it. From his balls, to his dick, to the quivering in his muscles, happy endorphins danced all the way to his brain.
“You were driving me nuts,” Len confessed. “Every time you rubbed against me, I got harder. I swear my cock is ready to explode.”
Well, now. “We can’t have random cock explosions interrupting the barbecue, can we?”
