Title: A Sticky Situation
Series: Awkward Love #7
Author: Missy Johnson
Genre: Rock Star Romance
Blurb
A sexy rock
star walking into your hotel room?
star walking into your hotel room?
It sounds
like a dream come true.
like a dream come true.
When you’re
in the middle of some serious self-pleasure like I was
in the middle of some serious self-pleasure like I was
It’s a
freaking nightmare.
freaking nightmare.
It gets
worse.
worse.
What I
thought was my hotel room…was actually his.
thought was my hotel room…was actually his.
I’d just
given last year’s hottest new talent a performance worthy of my own Grammy.
given last year’s hottest new talent a performance worthy of my own Grammy.
Now
everyone is talking about the girl who got her rocks off in Brix Wilson’s hotel
room.
everyone is talking about the girl who got her rocks off in Brix Wilson’s hotel
room.
Nobody
knows I’m that girl and it’s going to stay that way.
knows I’m that girl and it’s going to stay that way.
It’s not
like I’m going to run into him again, right?
like I’m going to run into him again, right?
Wrong.
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Excerpt
Panicked, I
sit up, gaping in disbelief at the person standing in the doorway. I grasp at
the sheet, I frantically try to cover the most crucial bits of me, while
feeling completely mortified. He, on the other hand, can’t wipe that damn smirk
off his face.
sit up, gaping in disbelief at the person standing in the doorway. I grasp at
the sheet, I frantically try to cover the most crucial bits of me, while
feeling completely mortified. He, on the other hand, can’t wipe that damn smirk
off his face.
What the fuck?
His head
cocks sideways and his lips twitch into an even bigger grin that I’d probably
find sexy—if I wasn’t two knuckles deep and showing him more of me than any guy
has seen of me in a long time.
cocks sideways and his lips twitch into an even bigger grin that I’d probably
find sexy—if I wasn’t two knuckles deep and showing him more of me than any guy
has seen of me in a long time.
“Well, I
have to say,” he drawls in a low, husky voice, “women do a lot of shit to try
to get my attention, but this is definitely up there as the most original.”
have to say,” he drawls in a low, husky voice, “women do a lot of shit to try
to get my attention, but this is definitely up there as the most original.”
I can’t
even comprehend what he’s saying, because I’m frozen on the spot and trying to
work out what the hell he’s doing in my room. Is this some kind of sick joke?
Is he planning on attacking me? My eyes dart to the phone on the wall, but they
switch back to him when he walks closer.
even comprehend what he’s saying, because I’m frozen on the spot and trying to
work out what the hell he’s doing in my room. Is this some kind of sick joke?
Is he planning on attacking me? My eyes dart to the phone on the wall, but they
switch back to him when he walks closer.
Fuck.
He steps
out of the shadows, giving me a better look at his face and—
out of the shadows, giving me a better look at his face and—
Double fuck.
What the
heck is the lead singer of The Vision doing in my hotel room?
heck is the lead singer of The Vision doing in my hotel room?
I don’t
know whether to laugh or cry, so my body decides to do both. I can’t think
straight, but I’m doing my best to stop freaking the fuck out so I can try to
figure a way out of this mess. I’m so unbelievably embarrassed. And naked,
apart from this flimsy sheet. I should probably get dressed. The problem is,
doing anything at this point feels impossible.
know whether to laugh or cry, so my body decides to do both. I can’t think
straight, but I’m doing my best to stop freaking the fuck out so I can try to
figure a way out of this mess. I’m so unbelievably embarrassed. And naked,
apart from this flimsy sheet. I should probably get dressed. The problem is,
doing anything at this point feels impossible.
“So, do you
speak?” he asks, jolting me out of my thoughts. “I mean, we’ve established that
you can moan quite well.”
speak?” he asks, jolting me out of my thoughts. “I mean, we’ve established that
you can moan quite well.”
Oh God.
“I had a
friend once, who was mute,” he muses, “we drifted apart because our
conversations were always very one-sided.”
friend once, who was mute,” he muses, “we drifted apart because our
conversations were always very one-sided.”
“I am not mute,” I snap, glaring at him.
“Great,
then you can start by telling me what you’re doing.” He laughs and rubs his
jaw. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious what you were doing, I’m just not sure why. Not that I didn’t appreciate the
show,” he quickly adds. “Trust me, I did.” His dark eyes flash with amusement.
“It’s refreshing to meet a girl who doesn’t mind opening herself up.”
then you can start by telling me what you’re doing.” He laughs and rubs his
jaw. “I mean, it’s pretty obvious what you were doing, I’m just not sure why. Not that I didn’t appreciate the
show,” he quickly adds. “Trust me, I did.” His dark eyes flash with amusement.
“It’s refreshing to meet a girl who doesn’t mind opening herself up.”
What the ever loving fuck…?
How can he
casually crack jokes like he isn’t the slightest bit embarrassed about walking
in on me? I don’t trust myself to speak, so I just glare at him.
casually crack jokes like he isn’t the slightest bit embarrassed about walking
in on me? I don’t trust myself to speak, so I just glare at him.
“Can I get
you anything, like a drink?” he offers. “Or maybe offer you a hand…?”
you anything, like a drink?” he offers. “Or maybe offer you a hand…?”
“You could offer me some privacy?” I suggest, my
body shaking with rage.
body shaking with rage.
“Privacy,
huh?” He grins at me. “Sure. I’ll turn around.”
huh?” He grins at me. “Sure. I’ll turn around.”
He’ll turn around?
“Or you
could leave, the same way you came in?” I retort.
could leave, the same way you came in?” I retort.
“You seem pretty agitated over there. I’m
guessing I interrupted the finale? Have you thought about trying some
relaxation breathing?” he suggests, “it’s supposed to be great for relieving
tension.”
guessing I interrupted the finale? Have you thought about trying some
relaxation breathing?” he suggests, “it’s supposed to be great for relieving
tension.”
“Are you
done?” I growl.
done?” I growl.
“Are you?”
he asks. “Maybe you should be the one leaving?”
he asks. “Maybe you should be the one leaving?”
A surge of
anger hits me. Why the hell should I be the one to leave when he’s the one in
my room? I wrestle myself up so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my knuckles
white from clinging onto the sheet so tightly. While I’m at it, why am I the
one who’s embarrassed?
anger hits me. Why the hell should I be the one to leave when he’s the one in
my room? I wrestle myself up so I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my knuckles
white from clinging onto the sheet so tightly. While I’m at it, why am I the
one who’s embarrassed?
If I can’t
get myself off in the privacy of my own room—
get myself off in the privacy of my own room—
I stop,
mid-thought as I look around, an uneasy feeling creeping into my stomach. The
clothes scattered outside the bathroom. The freaking guitar leaning against the
couch that I somehow neglected to notice. The champagne. The note…there was no
upgrade.
mid-thought as I look around, an uneasy feeling creeping into my stomach. The
clothes scattered outside the bathroom. The freaking guitar leaning against the
couch that I somehow neglected to notice. The champagne. The note…there was no
upgrade.
I’m the one in the wrong room.
And I was
seconds from climaxing all over Brix Wilson’s bed.
seconds from climaxing all over Brix Wilson’s bed.
My heart
pounds as a trickle of sweat makes it’s way down the back of my neck. I swat it
away, while trying hard to think up an excuse for being in his room that
sounds even half plausible.
pounds as a trickle of sweat makes it’s way down the back of my neck. I swat it
away, while trying hard to think up an excuse for being in his room that
sounds even half plausible.
Who am I
kidding? There’s no getting out of this. Not without me looking like a complete
fuckwit. Sure, they gave me the wrong key, which makes this whole mess not my
fault, but as if he’s going to believe that.
kidding? There’s no getting out of this. Not without me looking like a complete
fuckwit. Sure, they gave me the wrong key, which makes this whole mess not my
fault, but as if he’s going to believe that.
I take a
deep breath and reach for my clothes, somehow managing to dress myself while
showing minimal skin. Not that he hasn’t seen everything already.
deep breath and reach for my clothes, somehow managing to dress myself while
showing minimal skin. Not that he hasn’t seen everything already.
God, he’s seen more of my than I have.
I stand up,
nearly losing my balance. My legs feel like jelly, so even walking feels like a
hard task, but I have to get out of here. And the longer I wait, the harder
escaping is going to be.
nearly losing my balance. My legs feel like jelly, so even walking feels like a
hard task, but I have to get out of here. And the longer I wait, the harder
escaping is going to be.
“I have to
go,” I mumble.
go,” I mumble.
“So soon?
You went to all this trouble of getting in here and performing for me, and now
you’re leaving? Where’s the harm in hanging around for a little longer?” he
presses. “I was looking forward to seeing how far you’d go.”
You went to all this trouble of getting in here and performing for me, and now
you’re leaving? Where’s the harm in hanging around for a little longer?” he
presses. “I was looking forward to seeing how far you’d go.”
I stalk
over to the door, avoiding all physical contact with him. He can’t wipe the
smirk off his face, but I can’t let myself think too hard about what just
happened, or I’ll lose control. As I close the door behind me, I hear his voice
call out after me;
over to the door, avoiding all physical contact with him. He can’t wipe the
smirk off his face, but I can’t let myself think too hard about what just
happened, or I’ll lose control. As I close the door behind me, I hear his voice
call out after me;
“What, I
don’t even get an encore?”
don’t even get an encore?”
OUR REVIEWS:
Louise's Review:
Sticky Situation is book 7 in the Awkward Love series and like always I couldn’t put this book down. Johnson has delivered another jaw hanging tale.
When all you want is some alone time to reach your ultimate goal you find yourself in a fancy hotel room trying to finish what you started; being walked in on by a high-profile celebrity offering to give you a hand is not how Hannah wanted her night to go. Nate was always fixing problems, he didn’t expect this time he would meet Hannah someone who he clicks with and also, he can’t lie to.
Will Nate’s deceit catch up to him and ruin everything?
I highly recommend this book and all of the previous books in the Award Love series, while they are all standalone stories each one is a fantastic read and leave you wanting more when you have turned the last page.
I cannot wait to get my hands on more of Johnson’s work in the future, she has certainly cemented her spot as a fantastic rom-com author.
Star Ratings;
Plot: 5/5
Characters: 5/5
Heat: 5/5
Writing Style: 5/5
Overall: 5/5
Erin's Review:
I was super intrigued about this book thanks to the blurb. I just couldn’t imagine the circumstances that would have to happen to have that blurb. Ms. Johnson did manage to get the stars aligned (or misaligned?) to have such things occur. This was the first book I’ve read of hers; and despite this being book seven in the Awkward Love series, it can be read as a standalone.
Our plot follows Hannah and Brix as their lives intertwined in the most absurd manner to begin with, then in more professional, than personal ways. It’s a crazy situation rockstar romance, I guess. The blurb was a great set up for the book, which was full of situational comedy and awkward romance. I enjoyed all the plot twists though it felt a bit too contrived, and hopefully not possible in real life.
Our heroine is Hannah...a lovely woman who needed to let off some steam, alone. Why a hotel room? Because she’s a good sister and has been letting family crash at her place; which leads to a most unique way of the reader being introduced to her sister and niece. She seems like a well educated person who has a career path, if a bit down on her luck and love. So when she takes some time to herself, the last thing she expects is to be given the wrong hotel room, and encounter a sexy rockstar. Especially a sexy rockstar she then has to work with professionally that week! Brix is a tortured soul, a creative artist, a floundering brother. He’s got issues that have issues, and they all seem to come to a head and need dealt with at once. Our first glimpses of him paint him as a narcissistic rock god, but we learn more about him and his mysteries issues; he becomes a man trying to right wrongs in all the wrong ways. Both have some serious family issues that crop up to create problems for both. Neither handle them well, and it makes them both lovely flawed characters, but also over the top flawed and a bit unbelievable.
Despite all the reasons the two should not work, Hannah and Brix have some crazy chemistry. The relationship is fraught with pitfalls and potholes, wrong decisions and misinformation. But they don’t lack in pheromones. I wasn’t totally on board with all of their relationship antics as the outrageous situations made it a bit hard to believe, but it seemed to work for them.
The pace of the book was fairly steady, fast paced comedy and romance, but the details were hard to keep straight and the ancillary characters a bit hard to keep track of. I wanted to keep reading and see how the story played out; but the believability made it hard to get sucked in.
Ms. Johnson wrote a funny book, and I enjoyed the overall plot. But there were too many over the top moments, not just things that would happen for a rockstar; but also their family, work, and in life. They were all great writing, but in such a combination didn’t work for me. I think I liked the blurb better than the book.
Star Ratings:
Plot = 3/5
Characters = 4/5
Heat =4/5
Writing Style = 3/5
Overall Rating = 4/5
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