Title: Hooker
Series: Book 2
L.A. Liaisons
Author: Brooke Blaine
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 9, 2016
Whoever said singles were missing out by not finding true love and getting married before the age of thirty had never experienced the sheer pleasure of nightly romantic comedy viewings in their underwear while eating one of Licked’s famous Crazy Cat Lady sundaes. Because life just doesn’t get better than that.
At least, it doesn’t for Shayne Callahan. It didn’t take more than a handful of broken hearts after college to solidify that she was better at pairing up those around her than herself. As a matchmaker at the elite HLS—Hook, Line, & Sinker Matchmaking Company—in the City of Angels, she has a knack for finding the other halves of even the most eccentric clients:
Sugar daddy with a foot fetish? Gross, but no problem.
A severe case of nudophobia? Match made before lunch.
But even the most happily independent of women can find their best-laid plans screeching to a halt when they meet that guy. For Shayne, that guy comes in the form of boyishly handsome, suspender-lovin’, dimple-poppin’ Nate Ryan on a pantsless (we’ll get to that later) Metro ride.
Of course, relationships can never be easy. Before the destined lovers can ride off into the sunset, they must overcome a power-hungry and sexual-punning boss, a celebrity scandal and cover-up, and let’s not forget Shayne’s dreadful foot-in-mouth disease—with which there can never be a happily ever after.
Will fate throw Shayne a freakin’ bone? Or will she be destined to live out her life as sexy(ish), single(ish), and L.A.’s finest Hooker (upper)?
5 Matchmaking Stars
ARC received from BTS Promotions for an honest review
"Holy shit.
Hottest fucking thing..."
I can't find a better way to start off my review than those 2 lines above, and while it may sound more erotic romance than romantic comedy, believe me when I say that it's more the latter. Because holy freaking shakeballs, Brooke Blaine just did it again! Hooker is the perfect pick-me-upper after a sad and slow week for me. I laughed, I snorted, I felt the Hooker energy come alive right out from my Kindle.
Shayne Callahan is a successful matchmaker. By successful, I meant really successful in pairing up people that end up in long-term relationships and even marriages. I have always loved the friendship the girls had in book 1, Licked, and I have been curious about Shayne and what she does. Hooker exceeded all laughter and giggles from Licked and I was caught hook, line, and sinker!
"Resist the dimples. Resist the dimples. And for God's sake, don't touch them."
Let's not forget Nate Ryan -- the most hilarious, adorable, persistent hero I've read in a while. Seriously, who can stand up to someone as foul-mouthed, independent, and crazy as one Shayne Callahan? The guy is just perfect. Shayne was crazy funny but I don't think this would be as delightful as it is without Nate's character and that is why everything about Hooker blended effortlessly for me as a reader.
Sure this book is about 90% fun and good vibes, but there are also some extra excitements like the issue with Ace Locke, Shayne's infuriating, maddening boss, the sizzling chemistry between Shayne and Nate and how Shayne tried so hard to not be attracted to him, and my most favorite part... the friendship between the girls. I fell in love with the romance but I adore the friendship that the author weaved for the characters. That alone is enough to keep me coming back for more.
No boring moments.
Full of cute, LOL lines.
Wonderful characters.
Entertaining story.
Engaging writing.
How can I not love this and get Hooked?
Stars: 5 stars
Recommended to: Everyone who is looking for that feel-good, easy, sweet read. Hooker will keep you entertained until the very end.
Series: Book 2. Standalone series.
POV: First person. Female POV.
Extra Comment: I love the chapter titles, too!
“Hi,” I managed to say.
Nate nodded toward my legs. “Your pants are making me hungry.”
Aaaand that was the point where I stopped breathing. Except to say, “What?”
His eyes trailed down my body and rested on my thighs. Self-conscious, I looked down, almost sighing with relief when I realized my lower half was indeed covered this time, but that feeling went away pretty fucking fast when I saw the ice cream cones on my pajama pants practically flinging themselves at him.
Yes, I’d gone out in public in pajamas, so sue me. I hadn’t counted on running into…well, anybody.
“Oh. Oh yeah, um…I like ice cream,” I mumbled. “Especially from Licked, my friend Ryleigh’s store, although I have to say, her boozy shakes are unreal, especially the Make Me Quake Shake, which has these amazing pieces of those Ferrero Rocher balls in them, and they just give it the perfect amount of crunch so that you—” I stopped and took a breath when I noticed his grin getting wider. I swallowed and then said, “Not that I go there all the time or anything. Because I don’t. I mean, I’ve only been once or twice. You know…to taste test. Actually, I never eat sweets.”
He laughed then, and those penetrating eyes, tinged with more green than brown today, made their way up my body once more, pausing with what looked like amusement at my full hands. Then his gaze was on me and those dimples were out in full force.
“That’s too bad,” he said. “I’ve got a helluva sweet tooth.”
Wait…was he flirting with me? Was that a come-on? Or just stating a fact?
“Yeah, well, in that case your dentist probably hates you,” I said, readjusting the cold-ass meals in my arms. I’d be damned if I let those suckers go now. I’d tied my jacket around my waist, and my thin tank top would reveal a tit-bit more than I needed him to see.
He chuckled at that. Hmm. He had a nice chuckle. And a husky laugh. Both of which made my eyes zoom in on his throat. I wondered if it was as warm as it looked. He must’ve caught me staring, because he coughed, bringing my attention back to his face. His eyes were twinkling something wicked.
“You might be right about that,” he said. “Maybe I don’t like people telling me what to do. Or dictating what I can and can’t put in my mouth.”
My mouth dropped open, but I quickly snapped it shut. This guy was obviously a charmer, and after dealing with guys like him all day, the last thing I would do was fall prey to another arrogant playboy. Nope. Not me. Not gonna happen.
Book Trailer
You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.
She is the author of the international bestselling romantic comedy series, L.A. Liaisons (“Licked” and “Hooker), as well as Flash Point and The Desperate Man series. The latter, co-authored with Ella Frank, has scarred her conservative Southern family for life, bless their hearts.
If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find - just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for ten years.
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