Thursday, September 4, 2014


Have you ever been really into a book then read a line that made you stop and think, Wait...what?

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I recently read Reckless by Sky Jordan. It's a beautiful people type steamy romance. The sex is hot and heavy, but other than teasing butt puckers and sucking ball sacks, it was vanilla. I normally pass over the beautiful people  Hollywood/models/rockstar/actor    type books. I picked this one up on a whim and was surprised by how much I loved it. It has snappy dialogue. Excellent build up. I could feel every emotion the characters experienced from beginning to end. I totally recommend. The thing is, there were one or a few, Wait...what?, moments.

Wait...what? Moment 1: Our heroine Lexi is a gorgeous. She used to be a model. She designs dresses now. She has obtained our hero Jax's cell phone number and is texting him, without him knowing what she looks like. This is one of my favorite scenes in the book. They start up this flirtation, and when it gets naughty you can feel the heat. At some point he asks her what she looks like. We get her mental dialogue of her wanting to play down her looks so that he doesn't think he's flirting with female perfection   which she is. Then she goes on to say that she's tallish, (I got the impression she's around 5'8'') has long blonde hair, and blue eyes. Her measurements (she gives after he gives his) are 34-28-34...

Mentally I was thinking, Huh, she didn't really play down her body at all. 34-28-34 is a regular size 6. Whether you're a short chubby size 6 or a tall thin size 6, chances are your measurements are close to those.

Then later in the book he's feeling her body in the dark and says she's lied. He realizes her body is so much more smokin' hot than 34-28-34. Wait..what? Yeah   outside of the fact that dude could measure the difference between say 34 and 32   not only did dude just dis size 6 and over women, but our heroine thought it was a tragic enough number to be misleading.

My inner southern said, "Well, bless their hearts."

This is Meahgan Kausman. A size 8 swimsuit model. 
She got pissed by how much they photoshopped her pics, so she posted this on her blog. 

I went to the archives of my husband's Playboy collection for this one. For those of you unfamiliar, the centerfold of Playboy has the model's measurements and questionable weight statistics. While there are tiny 5'9'' women who measure in at 32-24-32, there are also women that are 34-27-36. And they are Playboy models. Models known to have to be young and perfectly proportioned. Just saying, if you want to high ball your heroine's proportions maybe throw a number in the mix bigger than 34.

Wait...what? Moment 2: Lexi goes down on Jax in this totally hot blow-job scene. While she's on her knees   with his cock in her mouth  he protests, and she covers his mouth with her hand. Wait...what? Dude is like 6'4''. How long are her arms? Is she standing? When did she take his dick out of her mouth?

Wait...what? Moment 3: Later in the same scene, she's on her knees sucking his junk til' it hit her trachea and, He bent at the waist until he pressed his face to her head, held her head between his legs...
His her his lap? I know a lot of guys do yoga nowadays, and Ron Jeremy used to be able to suck is own dick before the gut got in the way, but, Wait...what? Is he missing vertebrae?

Wait...what? Moment 4: Last, but not least, we are immersed in a hot lovin' scene when we get a mental snapshot of Jax thinking, He longed to look into her eyes and talk to her while they drove each other towards the peak. I actually almost missed this one. Then my brain replayed the sentence and I was all, Wait...what? Did he just wish he could talk while they were banging? Why, yes. Yes he did.

Over all this book left me feeling the same way I would after watching a really good chick-flick. Satisfied on a painting-toenails-while-eating-chocolate emotional level. And slightly horny. Jax and Lexi's sex scenes made me want to get dirty. I will happily re-read this book some day. And I'll probably notice all those great wait...what? moments all over again. They did not distract from my enjoyment of this book.


  1. I enjoyed your book review very much! I gave the last of the Playboy collection to my oldest to share with his friends. The collection started in the 80's until the year 2000 I think. My brother in law took two huge boxes and I had kept one.

    I've actually kissed, hugged, and got fondled by Ron Jeremy. He has very soft lips and he put my hand on his infamous pecker. This was before Jolynn of course.