Publisher: Simon and Schuster on August 2, 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance
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Drew Evans is a winner. Handsome and arrogant, he makes multimillion dollar business deals and seduces New York’s most beautiful women with just a smile. He has loyal friends and an indulgent family. So why has he been shuttered in his apartment for seven days, miserable and depressed?
He’ll tell you he has the flu.
But we all know that’s not really true.
Katherine Brooks is brilliant, beautiful and ambitious. She refuses to let anything - or anyone - derail her path to success. When Kate is hired as the new associate at Drew’s father’s investment banking firm, every aspect of the dashing playboy’s life is thrown into a tailspin. The professional competition she brings is unnerving, his attraction to her is distracting, his failure to entice her into his bed is exasperating.
Then, just when Drew is on the cusp of having everything he wants, his overblown confidence threatens to ruin it all. Will he be able untangle his feelings of lust and tenderness, frustration and fulfillment? Will he rise to the most important challenge of his life?
Can Drew Evans win at love?
Tangled is not your mother’s romance novel. It is an outrageous, passionate, witty narrative about a man who knows a lot about women…just not as much as he thinks he knows. As he tells his story, Drew learns the one thing he never wanted in life, is the only thing he can’t live without.
At A Glance
OMG, there is a male version of me out in this (fictitious) world and his name is Drew Evans. Well, except for the whole lots of sex part, or the being a bastard at work part, or bring an overall douche. But besides all that, Drew Evans and me are kindred spirits. His way of thinking is so wrong, but oh so right. He tells it how it is and doesn’t apologize for being realistic. He is a pig in every way, but you can’t deny his logic or his tenacity. You will hate that you love him, but love him you will! And that’s what makes this book so appealing, the main character is outrageous, rude, but sexy, so he can get away with it. 😀 See, a little Drew is coming out of me already, and I wouldn’t mind a little of him going in me either. Whoa, whoa, whoa…who said that? That is going too far! Oh, but it felt so good.
I don’t know how Emma cracked open the male brain and dove in so thoroughly, but she did. Drew is exactly the kind of guy who is every guy. He has sex on the brain, he will lie to get his way, and he has no humility. He goes after what he wants to ad nauseam. But you can’t deny his sneaky ways because they work. Like they say, don’t hate the player, hate the game. Oh God, I threw up a little in my mouth after typing that. I feel so dirty!!!
Kate was fucking awesome too. And thank God for that, because, seriously, how much Drew can we really take? Not THAT much. We needed a buffer, and Kate fit the bill. She is hardworking, driven, tenacious, and logical. But unlike Drew, she doesn’t get in her own way. She gave Drew a run for his money, as well she should. I loved that separately, these two held back their emotions, but together, they were a hot mess. All fight-y, yell-y, and cry-y. They brought out the worst and best in each other.
So yeah, Tangled is about these two being rivals at work, then getting together, then breaking up, and then Drew crawling on his hands and knees to get Kate back. Pretty simple but effectively entertaining. The side characters were often just as outrageous and awesome. The Bitch! She was great. I loved her third best. And Mackenzie, The Bitch’s little girl, is so adorable I just wanted to punch someone. Not the little girl though, obviously. Jeeze, what kind of person do you think I am?
Honestly, there was nothing wrong with Tangled, but it took me some time to warm up to it’s structure. Drew is talking to us, the audience, throughout the book, and I found it odd at first, then I got use to it.
Bow Chicka Wow Wow!! Houston…we have sex! The sex was seriously amazing in this book. And it wasn’t even overdone as I think the book’s cover would suggest. Sure, the talk of sex is fucking astronomical, but Emma actually keeps the actual sex to a reasonable amount. But when the sex happens, boy does it happen. Pages melt, things get moist, bodily fluids run wild! It’s all the things I want in book sex.
Seriously, read this book. No, just stop what you are doing, and go buy this book. I’m not joking. Do as I say. I have a bookmark and I know how to use it, people!!!! Highly recommended.
Quotes (Seriously, I can I choose just a few from all this book quote gold?)
“For God’s sake, don’t let her watch Cinderella. What kind of example is that? A mindless twit who can’t even remember where she left her damn shoe, so she has to wait for some douchebag in tights to bring it to her? Give me a frigging break!”
“Mackenzie raises her hand proudly. “I have a bagina.”
I smirk. “Yes, you do sweetheart. And someday, it’s gonna help you rule the world.”
“Women fall in love quicker than men. Easier and more often. But when guys fall? We go down harder. And when things go bad? When it’s not us who ends it? We don’t get to walk away.
“Newsflash, ladies: We can’t read your thoughts. And frankly, I’m not entirely sure I’d want to. The female mind is a scary place to be.”
“God. I may end up being the first man in history capable of masturbating without touching himself. Look, Mom—no hands.”
“I BET YOU DIDN’T KNOW THIS, but lots of guys have a thing for Ariel. You know, from The Little Mermaid? I’ve never been into her myself, but I can understand the attraction: she fills out her shells nicely, she’s a redhead, and she spends most of the movie unable to speak.
In light of this, I’m not too disturbed about the semi I’m sporting while watching Beauty and the Beast—part of the homework Erin gave me. I like Belle. She’s hot. Well…for a cartoon, anyway. She reminds me of Kate. She’s resourceful. Smart. And she doesn’t take any shit from the Beast or that douchebag with the freakishly large arms.
I stare at the television as Belle bends over to feed a bird. Then I lean forward, hoping for a nice cleavage shot…
I’m going to hell, aren’t I?”