Big Rock by Lauren Blakely
Released: January 6, 2016
Erotic Romance
Self Published
Reviewed by Mandi
The very first sentence in this book is:
My dick is fucking awesome.
I cautiously giggled at this. It’s a bold statement – but is it a douchey statement? Was this hero going to make me laugh or roll my eyes? I’m very happy to say, Spencer is cute. He is very, very cocky, but sweet and made me smile.
Spencer lives in New York city and is happy with his life. Right out of college, he created a dating app called Boyfriend Material, an app designed to not allow gross men to send dick pics. It was very successful and he sold it for a good amount of money. This allowed him to follow his true dream with his best friend Charlotte – to open a bar. The Lucky Spot has done so well, they now have three locations in the city. Charlotte and Spencer have a wonderful friendship and working relationship. As you can tell from the opening sentence, Spencer does real well in the romance department. He is very handsome and charming – and he knows the right way to treat a lady.
The first rule of dating is this – always please the woman first, then ideally a second time before you get yours in. The next two are equally simple – don’t get attached, and never, ever by a douche. I follow my own rules, and they have given me the good life. I’m twenty-eight, single, rich, hot, and a gentleman.
When Spencer’s father needs to present a very morally sound family to cement a business deal, Spencer has some problems. Being labeled a New York playboy brings bit of a reputation. When he attends this business lunch, after getting smoe pressure about his lifestyle, he blurts out that he is recently engaged to his best friend Charlotte. To help his dad cement this deal, he is going to pretend to everyone for about a week, that he has a fiance. He just needs Charlotte to agree.
Told all in Spencer’s point of view, I don’t love a fake fiance story but this one is done well. Spencer and Charlotte have been best friends since college and know each other very well. Both smart, successful and mature – they have a very cute friendship. They have ground rules to their fake engagement – no falling in love, no weirdness, no anal (snort) etc.. They decide they should kiss and be touchy-feely to make it more believable – which leads to them realizing that they definitely have chemistry in the romance department. They slowly move from a fake engagement to real feelings, and it’s cute. Spencer doesn’t know what to do with himself:
Her fingers are not inches, not centimeters, but now millimeters from the outline of my dick.
I know what to do, and at the same time, I don’t have a clue. My instincts tell me the moves to make, how to touch, how to kiss, how to fuck. But it’s like a page from the playbook is missing. A whole damn chapter even. Because this is Charlotte, and our situation is beyond bizarre. We’re friends and business partners. We’re fake lovers who aren’t fucking. Yesterday, we were sober and practicing kissing, and tonight we were performing for an audience.
And when they do actually make it to the bedroom, Spencer gets so nervous. I love that about him.
It’s then that I realize my palms are sweating.
Holy shit.
I’m nervous.
I’m fucking nervous, and that is not acceptable. I do not get nervous before sex. I am a rock star in the sheets. I am all confidence, all skill, and all focused on the woman. Charlotte is not getting anything less than my A game. Hell, she’s getting nothing less than an A-plus game. I take a deep breath, letting it fill my chest. I straighten my shoulders and remind myself that this is what I excel at. This is my master class. I’m going to give Charlotte the most mind-blowing pleasure she has ever experienced in her life.
And let’s remember – Spencer is always a gentleman:
With great power comes great responsibility.
It’s not classified intel that I’m well-endowed. Charlotte’s already figured that out, and she hasn’t even taken off my clothes yet. But here’s the secret to success when you possess a much-larger-than-average-size cock. You can’t just wave it around like a big bat. You’ve got to treat it like a baseball manager does a closer. A cock with firepower is your secret weapon, and it’s worth its weight in gold if you know what to do with the rest of the lineup. Meaning, the dick should never be the star of the show.
This book also two epilogues, both which made me smile. A quick, fun and sexy read.
Grade: B
It does sounds very cute. Glad you enjoyed.