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Published by: Self Published
on May 2, 2016
Genres: Romantic Comedy
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Just call me Mister O. Because YOUR pleasure is my super power.
Making a woman feel ‘oh-god-that’s-good’ is the name of the game, and if a man can’t get the job done, he should get the hell out of the bedroom. I’m talking toe-curling, mind-blowing, sheet-grabbing ecstasy. Like I provide every time.
I suppose that makes me a superhero of pleasure, and my mission is to always deliver.
But then I'm thrown for a loop when a certain woman asks me to teach her everything about how to win a man. The only problem? She's my best friend's sister, but she's far too tempting to resist--especially when I learn that sweet, sexy Harper, has a dirty mind too and wants to put it to good use. What could possibly go wrong as I give the woman I've secretly wanted some no-strings-attached lessons in seduction?
No one will know, even if we send a few dirty sexts. Okay, a few hundred. Or if the zipper on her dress gets stuck. Not on that! Or if she gives me those f*&k-me-eyes on the train in front of her whole family.
The trouble is the more nights I spend with her in bed, the more days I want to spend with her out of bed. And for the first time ever, I'm not only thinking about how to make a woman cry out in pleasure --I'm thinking about how to keep her in my arms for a long time to come.
Looks like the real Adventures of Mister Orgasm have only just begun....
**MISTER O is a standalone romantic comedy and it follows supporting characters first introduced in BIG ROCK**
A cartoonist and a magician? How the HELL do you say no to that! This was absolutely brilliant! Full of sex, sarcasm, and shenanigans, Lauren Blakely, once again, brings me to my knees in her latest romantic comedy! Nick and Harper are two of my favorite characters in a Lauren Blakely book. The chemistry between these two…WOW! It’s the HOTTEST around! This friends to lovers RomCom had me in stitches while pulling out every single emotion possible. It’s ENTICING…TEMPTING…ALLURING…and UTTERLY ADDICTIVE! I probably say that about every single Lauren Blakely romance, but that’s just the way it is! This author is brilliant and she ALWAYS puts a smile on my face! If you are looking for a lip-biting, sexy, and hilarious romance…look no further. MISTER O is definitely YOUR next read!
An absolute PRO at writing the male POV, Lauren Blakely delivers 150% in MISTER O. If you thought Big Rock was fantastic…you have NO IDEA what you’re in for with Nick Hammer! I love a good friends-to-lovers romance. The comfort and connection that Nick and Harper shared in this was so charming and endearing. And yet, when they took it to the next level, that comfort feeling didn’t go anywhere. Filthy talk and scorching hot chemistry was just added to the mix. This was so fun, flirty, and sexy, but it still had the emotional pull and intense vulnerability that made it an all around GREAT ROMANCE!
Every romance reader needs this flirtatious and sensuous love story! It has it all and you will not be able to avoid the AWESOMENESS that is the writings of Lauren Blakely. It’s rare to find an author who puts a smile on your face with every single new release, but with Lauren, I’m guaranteed a sexy and hilarious good time! For those of you who have been waiting on Mister O, for what seems like all your life, the wait is finally over! You go get your Mister O and tell all your friends, because this story, and this author deserves all the praise and notoriety in the world! Lauren Blakely, you are my hero! You are the BEST at what you do! NEVER STOP!
“You’re good, Nick. You know just what to do and how to behave. This is why you attract women in droves.”
I kind of want to protest. I feel like she has this impression of me that I don’t necessarily want her to have, but I’m not sure how to deflect this. “Because I have a gift?”
“That and several other reasons.” She waves broadly at my arms. It’s October, but it’s not chilly tonight so I don’t have a jacket on. “First, there are the arms. All that ink and muscle.”
She roams her eyes over my biceps. “I mean, your ink is awesome,” she says, pointing to the shapes and swirls I designed myself. The tattoos are abstract lines and curves, but inside them there’s a sun, a moon, and stars, because those were the first things I realized I was good at drawing.
“Then, the body. Mr. Men’s Health-I’m-so-fit,” she says in this mocking tone, but it’s not me she’s making fun of. It’s the article.
“You read it?”
“I read everything. I devour information,” she says, and we’re right back to that place I seem to inhabit with her, where she compliments me, but she could be saying it like I’m a car she’s considering buying. And this one has one hundred seventy horsepower.
“And then, there’s your face, and you have all this awesome scruff on it.”
I run a hand over my jaw, and the neat, trim beard that’s like an additional sex toy I can bring to the bedroom. “Chicks dig the beard,” I say, with a lopsided grin.
“I bet they do,” she says under her breath. She doesn’t say anything else right away. She presses her teeth into the corner of her lip and then speaks, more softly than before. “Can I feel it?”
She raises her hand and touches my jaw. My breath hitches as she runs her thumb across the light bristles. I’m keenly aware of every second that passes, one ticking into the next as she touches me, stroking my jawline like she’s mesmerized by the texture.
“Soft,” she whispers, almost in wonder as she stares at my chin. My heart starts hammering, and I fight to stay still. When she says, “But kind of hard, too,” I swear, I don’t know how I manage not to cup her cheeks, back her up against the stone wall, and just kiss the hell out of her. Kiss, touch, grind, and then some. I want to yank that lush body against mine, let her feel how much she turns me on, and find out if I do the same thing to her. The way her breath barely catches sends my mind spinning and lust spiraling tight in me. I can’t help but hope she wants what I do, and it feels like she could, going by the way she touches my face. It truly fucking does, and maybe that’s why her name takes shape in my throat like a warning.
So she knows she’s playing with fire if she touches me like this again.