“In many ways, our story was a lot like the Rubik’s Cube – colourful and complicated.”
I am a huge Penelope Ward fan and I will read absolutely anything she produces, so to say this was something I was really looking forward to, would be a massive understatement. I always love her storytelling and her ability to pull me in from the get go and to leave me completely satisfied by the end. If you’re anything like me and love your ‘friends to lovers’ trope, then I am sure you will devour this one and love it as much as I did.
Landon and Rana are childhood friends who haven’t seen or spoken to each other since they were thirteen years old. They have recently reconnected through the most unlikely of circumstances. One night, after a few too many drinks, Rana decides to drunk dial Landon and tell him exactly what she thinks of him and the way they left their friendship so many years ago. The problem with drunk dialling anyone is when the call is over you have a major case of “what the hell have I just done” and then proceed to be mortified as the embarrassment sets in. Rana is no exception to this and I really felt her embarrassment. This scene was absolutely hilarious to me and I couldn’t wait to find out what happened next.
“Oh my. It was him – a selfie.
Fuck. Me. He was beatuful.”
After this first drunk call, Landon and Rana soon make calls to each other regularly and what starts out as witty banter between the two, soon turns into an undeniable connection. Their attraction towards each other develops, so much so that neither can ignore it and love blossoms. There are a few massive problems that stand in the way; not only does Landon live in California and Rana live in Michigan, but they are both harbouring secrets. They need to own up to these secrets in order to continue their relationship and the undeniable love they have for each other. Will they both be able to accept each other’s past, to make a life together in the future?
Once again Penelope Ward has created another swoony hero for her readers to fall in love with. There was really nothing not to love about Landon. He was sweet and sexy with plenty of ink and piercings to make you have hot flushes whilst reading. What I especially loved about him was, yes, he has made some mistakes in the past but, he doesn’t shy away from them. Landon owns his past and has learnt from his mistakes in order to make something of his life.
Drunk Dial is a sweet friends to lovers story with just the right mix of emotion and humor to keep you fully invested from start to finish. If you are on a search for your next BBF, then I strenuously suggest you meet Landon, he will melt your heart and make you fall in love.
➦Ok, so imagine… You get piss drunk and call someone from your past who has wronged you and bitch them out.
➦But then he calls you back and calls you out on your shit!
➦What would you do? Would you be an adult about it and listen and possibly make amends or would you, I dunno…
➦If you picked option #2 perhaps you might be in need of some anger management, just saying. 😀
➦This was probably my favorite book by Penelope Ward. I kept waiting for a crazy cat aka subplot to get out of the closet and fuck it all up lol Pardon my french.
➦I was waiting for the drama llama but it never happened and, by that, I was so very pleasantly surprised.
➦I will recommend this book to anyone who likes “childhood friends” tropes and books that have characters reunite after years of separation. Oh, and tattooed heroes. And audiobook – verra nice, because Andi Arndt, d’uh.
After that evening, I hadn’t heard back from him for a few days.
Then, one night, a text came in from the same phone number I recognized as Landon’s. It was the first time he’d texted me.
I looked down to find he’d sent a photo.
It was a heavily tatted man set against the backdrop of the ocean at sunset. Oh, my. It was him—a selfie.
Fuck. Me. He was beautiful.
I wouldn’t have even known it was Landon were it not for the blue eyes I recognized instantly. The shaggy, caramel hair I remembered from the past was now a darker shade of brown and shorter, cropped closer to his head. His arms and his chest were inked, his body so perfect that if I squinted, it almost resembled carved stone.
I couldn’t stop looking at him. My eyes wanted nothing more than to explore the ridges and valleys of his stunning body.
Was this a cruel joke?
This was not Landon!
But, it was.
With my thumb and middle finger, I kept zooming in and out, examining the details of the ink across his chest and on his arms. There was really nothing sexier than a guy with perfect arms and a full sleeve tattoo.
Even though his lips seemed fuller than I recalled, they still curved into a familiar grin that oozed confidence. The eyes and that smile were the only traces of the boy I remembered. I wished I could’ve leapt through the screen to smell him, touch him.
“Hi, Landon,” I whispered, for a brief moment talking to the boy inside, not the man in front of me.
This Landon was the polar opposite of the Ivy League yuppie image previously in my head. The only thing the man pictured might have majored in was badassery. He looked like a rockstar, a rule breaker, displaying a sense of arousing danger—someone who must have had women from all walks of life drooling over him for the sheer fact that either they couldn’t have him or shouldn’t have him. It suddenly became clear why, as he’d alluded to, a woman might have been begging him for sex. That made me wonder if he had any secret tattoos in spots I wasn’t allowed to see.
A fire was burning inside of me, and I knew it was my crush exploding into a full-blown obsession.
A self-conscious feeling came over me. If I was scared to show him a picture of myself before, now I was really hesitant.
The message that went along with the photo simply read:
Now show me you.
About Penelope Ward:
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author of thirteen novels. With over a million books sold, her titles have placed on the New York Times Bestseller list fifteen times. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism (the inspiration for the character Callie in Gemini) and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope, her husband, and kids reside in Rhode Island.