@TheSpencerRyan exudes confidence,
I mean, have you seen him???
His dark good looks and tattooed muscled perfection are too much.
He's hot. Lickably hot.
And he has a way with words that leaves me breathless.
But cocky doesn't even cover it,
this guy is so arrogant you have to fight back.
But God he's so lickable!
The thing is though,
he looks like sex but he'll taste like jackass.
@OMGJazzyP is a sexy, annoying ball of rage in fuck-me heels
and she hates me.
Although her nipples would tend to disagree.
It's a deadly combination.
She’s a princess.
And when I say princess, I mean intolerable, spoiled brat with a tiara.
Sure she's got that curvaceous goddess thing going on,
but that mouth of hers...
God it needs something in it to shut it up.
This is not your average British romance.
It's a tale of high heels, hot tattooed bad boys and
sex oranges, all wrapped up in a coating of chocolate.
It's 'love' in a social media world,
where not everyone is who they seem
and where some people’s bios should carry a warning.
I was so excited to enter the blog tour with review for Spencer. The first two books from Kerry; Just Human and Still Human were great so I couldn’t wait for next book from her. Kerry Heavens is one of my favorite authors, she’s just great! :)
Spencer did not disappoint. The book is great. I could fan girl scream all day and night about this one xD
Jazz is cool girl with crazy best friend and clingy boss. One day she sees this sexy man in a suit in sandwich department during her break on work and instantly falls for him. You know what’s even better? He has tattoos beneath his slaves and suit. Yeah, I know, I’m drooling too ;) She runs on him few more times but takes no action till one day her crazy friend Mags finds out his Twitter username and they both start to follow him (khm, stalk xD). Everything would be good if this sexy man doesn’t have more than 4k followers, most of them women seeking for attention. Oh, yeah, and he’s arse.
“Maybe when he takes off his Clark Kent glasses and rips open the shirt, he’s ‘Super-Disappointment.’ Slower than a speeding bullet, nowhere near as powerful as a locomotive, able to deliver a less than satisfying sexual experience in a single thrust.”
“He reaches across me for a BLT and the sleeve on his suit rides up slightly. Holy sweet baby Jesus! He has tattoos around his wrist. Not a tattoo - singular, on his wrist, no. His wrist is wrapped in tattoos down to his cuff, leaving me in no doubt he is hiding a full sleeve up there. My knees actually wobble. Bloody hell, this guy is something right out of my inappropriate dreams. I need to move away now or I’ll embarrass myself...again.”
Spencer is great. I can say that he’s even better then Drew Evans from Tangled (Emma Chase). He’s sexy and he knows it (oh, great, now that song will be stuck in my head for a while). He tweets non stop, taking selfies every opportunity he has. He never meets he’s followers from Twitter in real life but there’s this one girl, Shoe Girl, that draw his attention.
He is every girls dream but not this time, not for Jazz.
They are like dog and cat together and it’s perfect. Their fights that lead to hot scenes, oh I just love them. #inneedofcoldshower
And I was laughing so hard on their fights... It’s just perfect and great written.
This book is just phenomenal and modern. In today’s world we practically have half of our life on social media, and this book is perfect example of it. Many of us meet on Facebook or Twitter (etc.), I admit that many of friends I have today are from forums and blogs.
So, in the end, all I have to say that I’m in love and will buy paperback because I need Spencer on my bookshelf. I recommend this book to everyone, especially if you’ve read Tangled series. Trust me; this book is even better ;)
Five shiny stars form me and goes on favorite list. <3
The sight and smell that greets me is just the same as it was yesterday. Bowls and utensils everywhere; and an incredible smell of chocolate and trays with neat lines of rolled truffles. Except today, I notice it. How did I miss all this crap yesterday, chocolate usually comes above everything!
Oh, but yesterday I was on a mission.
Drooling, I head around the counter and pick up a ball of chocolate from one of the trays, savouring it as the flavours explode in my mouth. Dark chocolate with some kind of boozy fruit flavour. God, it’s good.
And she did this?
A woman who looks like her, thinks like her, wears those shoes, gives me shit and makes stuff like this, is a danger.
If I had a heart, I’d be falling in love.
I come to a big bowl of soft looking chocolate goo with a spatula sitting in it. I dip my finger in the gooey goodness and lift it to my mouth.
Holy hell! That is fucking amazing. It’s ginger and dark chocolate with some alcohol. Damn. I want to put my face in the bowl. I glance around, then shrug. Lifting the spatula out, with a decent scoop, I lean against the counter and take a good long lick.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she barks as she comes into the kitchen.
“Just having a taste, Princess,” I reply, turning to let her see me take another lick.
She storms over, trying to grab the spatula out of my hand. Good luck with that sweetheart, this is me and chocolate. You ain’t getting it back.
“You can’t just wander in here whenever you feel like it.”
“The door was open.”
“Give that back!” she demands, catching hold of it. For a second we both pull at it, but then I see an opportunity and let go. Chocolate splatters her face, neck and chest and stops her dead in her tracks.
I choke on a laugh.
She looks at me, mouth open, “You did that on purpose!”
She glances down at the mess on her chest and my eyes follow, locking in on her begging nipples, visible through her dress. She looks embarrassed.
“It’s ok, Princess, I know they like me even if you don’t. Happens whenever I’m around.”
“It does not!”
I step closer. She backs off, but I catch her arm and pull her close.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
“I don’t waste chocolate,” I reply softly and then lean in and swipe my tongue over her temple.
She wriggles, but it’s a weak effort. “Get off me,” she demands.
“Hold still, Princess, it's all over you.” I take another lick at her cheek and move down to her neck.
“Ok, that’s enough,” she snaps, her breath catching in her throat as I suck in her earlobe.
I lick her neck just below her ear even though there’s no chocolate there and the way her head falls slightly back in surrender makes me swallow hard. “It’s never enough,” I murmur.
What the fuck?
I shake the sappy shit out of my head before I grow a vagina, and pluck the spatula out of her hand, painting a trail down her cleavage. Dropping the spatula on the floor, I grab her by the arse and lift her so that I can lick it all off. She yelps and struggles and I plonk her down on the kitchen counter, leaning forward and feasting on the stripe I painted between her breasts. Her dress is ruined, shame, I quite liked it.
Sex toy salesperson
Fancier of nice men
Ok, fancier of almost all men
Awesome cupcake baker