~ she who reads, is booked every night ~
BOOKED EVERY NIGHT
“He’s my savior and my destroyer all in one.”
Two authors who I love and adore their writing decided to get together and write a new age book. This was a recipe for what has come to be known as Quinnisms, Greg’s chesticles and many more great things. This book is full of laughter, angst, love, friendship, hard choices and life’s low points. It is a book that you will definitely feel different emotions at each turn. You will laugh, get angry, cry (or at least I did) and feel everything the characters are feeling.
This is a story of three best friends who may or may not be as close as they thought they were. It is a story of young love, young mistakes and figuring out who you are and what life has in store for you. There is loss and heartbreak and I even found myself rooting for someone.
I am not a person who tends to read books that contain love triangles but I have to say that this book just drew me into Quinn, Chace and Finley’s lives and I didn’t want the story to end. The writing is wonderful and the flow between the authors is seamless.
I even found my next tattoo in this book. I won’t tell you what it is but let you read the story and then you will understand it. I highlighted so much while reading this book but to share with you would be giving away part of what makes this story great.
I recommend this book to everyone. It has a little of everything in it to make you fall in love with the characters and the story itself. All I will leave you with is
#TeamGregsChesticles
Greg isn’t a bad looking guy. He’s not even slightly bad looking. In fact, he’s extremely good looking with his brutish looks. But that’s the thing – he’s just too beefy for my taste. He’s thick all over. Well, from what I can see, and what I’ve heard, he is. Which is good for him since most people think buff guys usually suffer from teeny weeny syndrome and they’re just trying to overcompensate in other ways.
His head is typically filled with blonde locks, but he shaved it off this summer. Maybe it was some sort of rugby initiation or whatever weird sport he’ll be playing in college.
“Excuse me, Greg?”
His head swings my way as if he was just waiting for me to call his name. His smile is wide and his hazel eyes are bright. He’s genuinely a happy guy. And that’s what I like about him. That’s why I’m able to look past his player ways and enjoy his company.
I do a quick glance up his muscly body from feet to face. His tan, smooth-looking legs are crossed at the ankle, reaching the other side of the truck as they’re stretched out. The colorful, geometric print trunks fully engulf his thighs, which is a plus. Guys shouldn’t wear more fitted clothes than I do. Then there’s his tank top. The non-existent fabric bunches loosely in the middle of his torso.
“Yes, Quinn?” he smirks.
“Your chesticles are showing.”
He glances down and laughs. “Is that a problem?”
“No.” I pop a grape in my mouth. “I just can’t stop staring.”
He laughs even harder and I try my best to refrain from it myself. I’m not looking to choke on a grape as we drive down the highway.
“Make em’ pop,” I demand as I lift my sunglasses to the top of my head for a better view.
“Do what?”
“You know.” I sit my grapes down and hold my hands in front of my own chest, moving my hands up and down. “Make them pop, dance, jiggle. Hell, make them rain for all I care. They have to be capable of doing something cool.”
“Oh, hell yeah. I’ve had that shit down since the seventh grade.” He straightens his back and positions his arms in some weird flex in front of him. Then he begins to make them pop, drop and lock it. I giggle like a little girl as I watch. His face makes it all the better as he seems to be straining. He looks constipated.
Without any inclination, I toss a grape at his tits. And with perfect precision he bounces his man boob just in time to deflect it. I play catch with his chest a little while longer before finally putting my earbuds in and relaxing.