BOOK REVIEW – The Player and the Pixie (Rugby #2) by L.H. Cosway, Penny Reid

BOOK REVIEW – The Player and the Pixie (Rugby #2) by  L.H. Cosway, Penny ReidThe Player and the Pixie (Rugby #2)
by L.H. Cosway, Penny Reid
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How can someone so smokin’ hot be so bad in bed? I mean, Sean Cassidy is absolute rubbish. RUBBISH. He is the epitome of walking, talking false advertising and I want a refund! Plus he’s an arsehole. So… what is wrong with me that I can’t stop thinking about him?

Lucy Fitzpatrick doesn’t like rugby.
As the little sister of Ireland’s most infamous rugby player, Lucy can’t seem to escape the championship-sized shadow cast by her big brother, or her mother’s frequent attempts to micromanage her future. Her rainbow hair is as free-spirited as her quest for inner peace, yet overbearing expectations keep bringing her down. And when she’s down, her compulsive little problem lands her in seriously big trouble.

Sean Cassidy is a cold-hearted brute… or so he’s been told. Frequently. By everyone.
His blonde locks, baby blues, and rock hard bod make ladies the world over drool with desire. As the rugby world’s second most infamous player, he should be basking in his success. But Sean has never been content settling for second place, and his frequent confrontations with Lucy’s big brother leave him cold. And when he’s cold, his compulsive little problem lands him in the lap of Lucy Fitzpatrick.

Sean has a problem only Lucy can solve. Lucy has a problem only Sean can fix. The solution seems obvious: you scratch my back, and I’ll bail you out of jail. But when their business arrangement unexpectedly leaves Sean scorching hot and Lucy on the precipice of inner peace, can they convince the world—and Lucy’s big brother in particular—that this is the real deal?

Either way, both the Player and the Pixie are about to teach each other some pretty monumental lessons about family, life, but most importantly, love.

“What do you want to do?”
“I’d like to lick your pussy.”

O-KAY. Shh. I’m going to close my reader sloooowly and let these two happily wander towards their HEA, okay? I tried and turned off my inner sarcasm but I just. cannot. go. on. Such a great idea gone to waste, unfortunately. Although I didn’t like The Hooker and the Hermit (because I’m allergic to “caged-in” types of guys, they make me claustrophobic), The Player and the Pixie appealed to me because… Well, because how many times did you read about a male-lead who sucked at sex?

My point exactly. Romance novels are so full of hot tongues, formidable erections and mind-blowing first times that I thought it would be refreshing to read about a hot guy lacking any skills during the intercourse (I always dreamed to write this word. So deliciously cheesy). Anyway. I can’t deny that it made for a good laugh (I’m horrible, I know, shh) and it could have grabbed me but it was without counting that,

1) I’m constantly amazed and baffled by these women who manage to answer asshole-ish comments by putting their hand on the guy’s shoulder and saying things along the lines as, “aw you poor thing, you’re so sad.” And they’re not even sarcastic!? They actually mean it?! Help me, because I genuinely don’t get it? How do you do that? Is there some social skill I’m lacking? (maybe – I’m French, I’m rude by nature am I not?) I’m not saying that the right answer is necessarily “fuck off” (although…), but there must be a right balance to find? It makes it so, so hard for me to connect with this kind of MCs, even if Lucy isn’t technically a doormat (yet). I like her enough, but I do not get her.

2) I can like assholes, but only to a certain extent? In order for me to root for a character, especially if romance is involved and if he’s not supposed to be a villain, I need him to be… well, decent. He can play around, but only if he doesn’t show double standards. He can be smartass and sarcastic, but there are some lines I’m not ready to cross, like, I don’t know, racism.

Tell me what the fuck is this.

“So,” he broached, “who’s the Mocha Frappuccino back inside? Your boyfriend?”
I stopped immediately and turned to face him, my expression devoid of humor. “Could you be any more racist?”
“I’m not being racist. I’m being descriptive. I’ll have you know that some of the warmest nights of my life have been spent with women of color. Lovely, lovely colors.”

[ensues Lucy’s answer about how she doesn’t want to hear about his conquests]

SERIOUSLY? I’ll have you know that you took the “I’m not racist, I have a friend who’s black!” crap to a whole new level, Jerkface. Lucy calls him on it (because she’s decent, remember, the “aw you poor thing” shoulder hug) but in the end, it doesn’t matter. I cannot care about Sean’s HEA when every time he opens his mouth I want to (violently) shut it. He annoys me, and above that, he’s one-dimensional and completely uninteresting. How am I supposed to suffer through his POV now tell me? And the guy’s actually talking to me, telling the reader to stop clutching their pearls and I’m like – HUH?! What do you mean, Dickhead? It’s a sweatshirt. Anyway. Ugh. Do not talk to me.

3) There’s no chemistry or any… point… to the story. Honestly, I can see the “twists” coming miles away, given that Mister Prick is Lucy’s brother nemesis (oh, the pissing contests! Tell me when to swoon really). While predictability doesn’t necessarily bother me in romance novels, I still need some kind of tension to make me interested. Their instalust, insta-I want to help you thingy going on bores me to death and to be honest, I’m not sure I have in me to enjoy these cardboard people falling in loooove.

Such a shame really.

“Nipping lightly at the underside of my jaw, he murmured, “Are you wet?”

Aw. I’ll be missing so many of Sean’s poetic lines. Boohoo, woe is me. DNF 33%.

PS. What’s up with the tweets at the beginning of the chapters? Are they supposed to make the story more original? Because they add nothing, lack any spark and made me roll my eyes. Oops.

BOOK REVIEW – Six of Hearts by L.H. Cosway

BOOK REVIEW – Six of Hearts by L.H. CoswaySix of Hearts by L.H. Cosway
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Step right up and meet Jay Fields: Illusionist. Mentalist. Trickster.

I think in triangles. You think in straight lines.

I show you a table and make you believe it’s a chair.

Smoke and mirrors, sleight of hand, misdirection. I trick and deceive.

But most of all, I put on a good show.

The world thinks I killed a man, but I didn’t. Bear with me. It’s all a part of the plan.

Revenge is what I want. I want it for me and I want it for her.
I want it for all six of us.

She doesn’t remember me, but she’s the reason for everything. She’ll be my prize at the end of all this – if I can hold onto my willpower, that is. Maybe I’ll slip up a little, have a taste, just a small one.

So go ahead and pick a card. Come inside and see the show. Look at my hands, look so closely that you can’t see what’s happening while you’re so focused on looking. I’ll be destroying your world from right here in the spotlight.

You’ll never see me coming until it’s too late.

I’ve only got one heart, and after I’ve pulled off my grand deception I’ll hand it right to her.

So, sit back, relax, and let my girl tell you our story. You’re in for one hell of a ride.

When I start a New Adult book, I’m always really, really wary. I mean, I got bored or worse, pissed so many times that now I pop into vigilance mode right away. I thought I might not enjoy Six of Hearts. I was so wrong.

Banter everywhere. Now, I’ve never hidden that I’m a sucker for badinage and repartee, and let me tell you : these two make us feel the perfect kind of dizzy feels. That is to say, filled with giggles and irrepressible laughter.

Jay. You know what? My thoughts are all over the place as I’m. so. damn. confused. I tried to gather my thoughts and well, that was a pretty difficult task to do on a Sunday afternoon. Sorry, you’ll have to do with the rambling I wrote during my read.

It starts here
: Jay’s sexy you know AND he’s an illusionist. No joke, the guy can do some crazy stuff. Passionate and angry. Lunatic? Oh, right, and he’s a f*cking tease. But I forgive him. Absolutely straight-forward and yet vulnerable. And must I say? Freaking adorable at times. Frustrating, childish at some point, but who’s never? His inappropriate sexual comments are infuriating but seriously smile-worthy – filled with confidence but never disdain.

” He’s one of those people that you can’t tell if you want to be with him or just you want to be him.”

Okaaay, I’m completely aware I’m being contradictory. The thing is, a lot of things Jay does could be seen as abusive but, in the end, I can’t bring myself to think of him like that. I could overanalyze his behavior and taken one by one, some of his actions are debatable. But I don’t want to. Yes he’s infuriating and yes he pushes – a lot, but does he have bad intentions? Is he disrespectful towards Matilda? I don’t think so.

By the way, he is an absolute, complete, utter tease. I kind of adored that about him.

Matilda‘s awkwardness is seriously likeable – and funny. Oh, yes, funny. And the inner b*tch? You’re so damn right girl! Plus she owes me a couple face palms next to her comments. Moreover, thank you thank you, she’s not a virgin. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have any problem with twenty-something’s virginity, but that twist has been used so many times in New Adult that I have a hard time suffering it anymore. Matilda isn’t experienced, yet she’s not a virgin at 23 and her story is so much believable as it is. Overall, she can be seen as weak sometimes but that makes her more credible in my opinion, and who are we kidding? She deals with Jay for Pete’s sake, the girl does what she can.

An healthy and genuine relationship between Matilda and her best friend. Yay! I must admit that I was a bit wary at first, but as it turned out, Michelle is pictured like an actual friend and not in that bitchy way we often found in New-Adult. Plus, they aren’t any slut-shaming or girl-hate. Even if Matilda is fully aware of the way Jay captures women’s attention, and sometimes she gets jealous (who wouldn’t be?) but she never allows herself to be mean about that, and I found it very refreshing.

Revenge, guys! Jay’s plan is mischievous – Comte de Monte-Cristo’s devilish, and I enjoyed every second of it. I won’t say anything more, but trust me, the guy knows how to handle his reproaches. In a masterful way, no less.

“This is fucked up. This is… amazing. I can’t believe the sneaky, clever, trickster bastard managed to pull this off.”

Sexual tension. Remember when I said Jay was a tease? Yep. Also, I could feel the chemistry between Matilda and Jay from the beginning, and although it should be mandatory, that’s not always the case in NA so the only thing I can say is Bravo.

“It’s not weird. We’re bonding. Lots of animals sleep together in order to bond. Don’t you ever watch the Discovery Channel?”
“We’re not animals.”
He gives me a devilish grin. “Speak for yourself.”

Insta-love. Nope, that’s not right. Insta-lust. But then, the later doesn’t bother me as much as the first, because while I don’t believe in insta-love (sorry sorry romance) I can totally contemplate insta-lust. But still, as that happens to be one of my peeves, I have to count it as a cons.

✘ The mystery. While it makes Jay even more interesting to follow, I still guessed a major proportion of it almost instantly. Then, maybe we’re supposed too.

✘ I’m worse than a little kid with illusionists and magic so as you can guess, I’d have loved to read more about Jay’s capacities. Although I understand the author’s intends in the end – and I can agree with her statement to a certain extend – I can’t help but feel a bit cheated. Yeah, what a pouter kid I am.

✘ As I said earlier, even if I forgive him, some Jay’s actions can be considered as creepy. He does have good intentions, still his behavior is sometimes not far from where I draw the line between in love and stalkerish.

Overall, the pros overtake the cons by far, especially since what I despised can be justified by the plot’s needs. Then, as always when I enjoy a New-Adult book, I end a bit stunned, slightly dizzy, and definitely happy about it.

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