First things first, the minute I saw this was another stripper book I was like I need to read it because if Revue was anything to go by, it was going to be hot and steamy and that is just my cup of tea.
Em is a sassy female and Cori’s best friend. Cori is in Revue but this book can be read as a standalone. She decides to visit Cori and she meets sexy stripper Brad. Brad also is a twin so double the hotness with Noah in the mix.
Em has a side job where she sends texts to men and makes money from it. She meets Brad and finds herself instantly attracted to him. I love her sassy nature, she knows what she wants and there are moments in this book where I’m crying from laughing so much! I honestly adore Em and Cori together. Their scenes are equally hilarious and so damn sweet!
I love Brad just because he’s himself. He’s possessive, he claims Em and refuses to let her go. He wants them to be exclusive and I must admit I melted when they had to spend a month apart, because their reunion was just epic.
Without spoiling the book, I just have to say that this book is fantastic and definitely KM’s best novel to date!
“I’m not. I want tits. Big, round, perky tits.”
She turned toward me and eyed my beestings. “No, you don’t.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You have tits.”
“So do you!”
“Lies. All lies. Best friends are not supposed to lie to one another,” I huffed, lifting my arms and applying deodorant.
“Fine. You belong to the Itty Bitty Titty committee. Big deal. At least you don’t have an arse the size of a small swimming pool.” She twisted and assessed her butt.
“Pah-lease! You’ve got to be kidding. There’s nothing wrong with your arse.”
“Says you!” she mocked, pressing her lips together and blotting her lipstick. “Seriously though, listen to us. We females are never entirely happy with our appearance. Always nit-picking. Always finding faults. We’re our own worst enemies and biggest critics. And for what reason other than to highlight our flaws and feel inadequate? It’s just stupid.”
I stared down at my little breasticles with sorrow. They deserved love. It wasn’t their fault they were smaller than most. I really should treat them better. “You’re right,” I said, looking back up. “They’re underdogs, and everyone should love underdogs.”
She blotted her lips together once more. “They should.”
“In fact, I will parade my teeny puppies tonight. I will wear them with pride.”
She nodded. “Good girl.”
I hiked them in my cupped hands, feeling empowered. “I know! Let’s start a revolution.”
Cori laughed. “Let’s not. I know what your revolutions entail.”