Because DIRTY MAN SLUT.
The whole “the H is so badass and swoon worthy that every woman lays their vagina at his feet” gets super old.
In fact, one of my favorite aspects of this book?
The fact that Beau doesn’t dip his stick into every every willing wet nook and cranny.
That’s right, I said NOOKS AND CRANNIES.
And not the kind you butter and jelly up.
Tasty as those might be.
Go on with your bad self, Sponge Bob, go on…
Seriously though, I get that the sweet butts and club pieces are part of MC life and all that supposed jazz, but I just get sick of feeling nauseous reading about my H banging women other than the h, especially after they have met each other.
Unrealistic of me?
But I don’t fucking care.
I don’t read ROMANCE novels for REALISM.
Something else this book surprised me with?
Typically, I am NOT a fan of the MAN BUN.
In fact, my normal stance on this issue?
No you should never, not ever, grow a man bun.
Whatever kind of man you are.
Because NOT CUTE.
Soooooooooo NOT CUTE it borders on FUGLY in my opinion.
Seriously though, man buns make me think of awful hipster grandpa sweaters, incense, and and ball-crushing skinny jeans.
Case in point?
Look at all these hot so-called heartthrobs lookin’ like total tards with their hair like this.
I mean, if Bradley, Colin, and Jake can’t pull it off…?
And just look at this fucking train wreck:
I mean, my God, is that HAIR SPRAY?
Methinks it is, for fucks sake.
And if LEO of Titanic-bang-every-22-year-old-blonde-model-fame can’t pull it off, who fucking can, right?
Because the Beau in my head – and as proven via Pinterest – rocks that man bun better than a fucking beast mode ballerina.
So thanks Beau.
Thanks for showing me that there are caveats and exceptions to my stance on the wonders of the man bun.
Now don’t get me wrong.
I have not pulled a 180 on this by any means.
If my husband came up to me and said he was gonna grow himself a man bun?
Seriously though. My husband is pretty hot.
If he ever grew one of these, I would weed whack that shit off his dome so fucking hard, he’d probably have frontal lobe damage.
But I digress.
Beau and Mackenzie’s story was super solid.
They both have feelings for each other that are made evident from the onset.
However, due to Mackenzie’s past and their “situation,” they both fight these feelings – of course – to the point where it almost becomes
blue balls annoying.
But like I said earlier, I liked that Beau’s eyes didn’t stray from Mackenzie once she arrived on the scene.
So for all my Safety Gangers, I would deem this one as a safe read.
Some things that annoyed me about the story were the constant flashbacks – which I ALWAYS loathe, although it wasn’t the worst I have ever seen here – and the fact that Mackenzie withholds some information from Beau and the club that bordered on lying to me.
Her reasoning for withholding said info was reasonable – to a point. But in my opinion she held onto it for just a little too long for it not to irk me in the end.
Other than that, I thought this was a great addition to the series and I enjoyed it.