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250 pages, ebook
First published May 9, 2017
*Spoiler Alert*
Another good girl who sets her life on pause just so she could:
1. Run a bar (that was failing) simply because it was the last connection she had to her mother who was murdered in the bar
2. Pay the care bills and generally support her ungrateful and abusive father
3. For reasons unknown, allow her idiot cousin treat her like trash.
Ripley, our FMC, is hardworking but not the sharpest tool in the box and while I have no qualms with anyone supporting their loved ones, the recipient has to be worthy of the time, energy, and resources. That Ripley had a misplaced loyalty to a family who did not appreciate her, is on her.
Leaving aside those issues, another strike against her was her contradicting behaviour toward, Boone, the male protagonist. She talked a good game about avoiding a relationship with a celebrity, except the minute Boone laid one on her, she melted like a snow cone in the Sahara. Now, in her defence she was pretty smashed; which then leads to my wondering why Boone, knowing she was inebriated and incapable of making rational decisions, had sex with Ripley. That's the first rule for any decent guy: MAKE SURE YOUR PARTNER IS SOBER. Strike one for Boone.
Moving on.
Seeing as how Boone had been all set to propose to his GF of 2 years that very night he met Ripley, their relationship felt like a rebound. Something that happened simply because Boone's GF married another guy. Can you see where I'm going with this?
I don't know about you but personally, I would give a wide berth to any guy who was, as recent as 24 hrs prior, serious enough with another woman to the point he bought a ring. There is nothing wrong with being just friends or even telling him to come back in a few months (weeks, at the least). That Boone noticed Ripley's curvy body and gravity-defying boobies said so much about his "heartbreak". This on the same night he was set to propose? LMAO. *Sigh* Anyway.
Aside from his alpha-caveman tendencies and of course his country crooner sexiness, Boone was just so........what's the word....blah. Not to mention easily led around by his dick. Why on earth would a grown ass man- and a celebrity at that- agree to assist Ripley in stealing a parrot? And why the fuck did Ripley, who had far more important and pending problems, need to take the parrot that in all likelihood would still have been there a year from now? Between these two and their insipid love story, I probably lost a few neurones.
In spite of my displeasure with Real Dirty, I probably will read the next serial because there has got be more to this story of the wealthy superstar and the poor hot girl. There just has to be.
“I want to hate him. Everything about him. He shouldn’t make me want to climb him like a mountain to plant a flag at the top saying RIPLEY WAS HERE. No way. No how.”
“You offering, sugar?”
“Don’t call me sugar just because you don’t remember my name.”
“I call you sugar because even though you’ve got that sharp tongue, I expect you’d be sweet as hell once I got you under me.”
“You practice your lines in the mirror, Thrasher?”
“Only the good ones, Ripley.”
“Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“It’s Boone, sugar. No need to be taking this up with God. Don’t want to be struck down before I get to feel you squeeze my cock as you come.”
"It's Boone, sugar. No need t be taking this up with God. Don't want to be struck down before I get to fell you squeeze my cock as you come."