The Pleasure of Reading Today: Blog Tour #review #giveaway: Spencer by Kerry Heavens

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Blog Tour #review #giveaway: Spencer by Kerry Heavens

Synopsis

@TheSpencerRyan exudes confidence, I mean, have you seen him??? His dark good looks and tattooed muscled perfection are too much. He's hot. Lickably hot. And he has a way with words that leaves me breathless. But cocky doesn't even cover it, this guy is so arrogant you have to fight back. But God he's so lickable! The thing is though, he looks like sex but he'll taste like jackass.

@OMGJazzyP is a sexy, annoying ball of rage in fuck-me heels and she hates me. Although her nipples would tend to disagree. It's a deadly combination. She’s a princess. And when I say princess, I mean intolerable, spoiled brat with a tiara. Sure she's got that curvaceous goddess thing going on, but that mouth of hers... God it needs something in it to shut it up. #GotJustTheThingRightHere

This is not your average British romance. It's a tale of high heels, hot tattooed bad boys and sex oranges, all wrapped up in a coating of chocolate. It's 'love' in a social media world, where not everyone is who they seem and where some people’s bios should carry a warning. #JustSayin

The sight and smell that greets me is just the same as it was yesterday. Bowls and utensils everywhere; and an incredible smell of chocolate and trays with neat lines of rolled truffles. Except today, I notice it. How did I miss all this crap yesterday, chocolate usually comes above everything! Oh, but yesterday I was on a mission. Drooling, I head around the counter and pick up a ball of chocolate from one of the trays, savouring it as the flavours explode in my mouth. Dark chocolate with some kind of boozy fruit flavour. God, it’s good. And she did this? She’s dangerous. A woman who looks like her, thinks like her, wears those shoes, gives me shit and makes stuff like this, is a danger. If I had a heart, I’d be falling in love. I come to a big bowl of soft looking chocolate goo with a spatula sitting in it. I dip my finger in the gooey goodness and lift it to my mouth. Holy hell! That is fucking amazing. It’s ginger and dark chocolate with some alcohol. Damn. I want to put my face in the bowl. I glance around, then shrug. Lifting the spatula out, with a decent scoop, I lean against the counter and take a good long lick. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she barks as she comes into the kitchen. “Just having a taste, Princess,” I reply, turning to let her see me take another lick. She storms over, trying to grab the spatula out of my hand. Good luck with that sweetheart, this is me and chocolate. You ain’t getting it back. “You can’t just wander in here whenever you feel like it.” “The door was open.” “Give that back!” she demands, catching hold of it. For a second we both pull at it, but then I see an opportunity and let go. Chocolate splatters her face, neck and chest and stops her dead in her tracks. I choke on a laugh. She looks at me, mouth open, “You did that on purpose!” I shrug. She glances down at the mess on her chest and my eyes follow, locking in on her begging nipples, visible through her dress. She looks embarrassed. “It’s ok, Princess, I know they like me even if you don’t. Happens whenever I’m around.” “It does not!” “Mmmm-ok.” I step closer. She backs off, but I catch her arm and pull her close. “What are you doing?” she gasps. “I don’t waste chocolate,” I reply softly and then lean in and swipe my tongue over her temple. She wriggles, but it’s a weak effort. “Get off me,” she demands. “Hold still, Princess, it's all over you.” I take another lick at her cheek and move down to her neck. “Ok, that’s enough,” she snaps, her breath catching in her throat as I suck in her earlobe. I lick her neck just below her ear even though there’s no chocolate there and the way her head falls slightly back in surrender makes me swallow hard. “It’s never enough,” I murmur. What the fuck? I shake the sappy shit out of my head before I grow a vagina, and pluck the spatula out of her hand, painting a trail down her cleavage. Dropping the spatula on the floor, I grab her by the arse and lift her so that I can lick it all off. She yelps and struggles and I plonk her down on the kitchen counter, leaning forward and feasting on the stripe I painted between her breasts. Her dress is ruined, shame, I quite liked it.

Review

Plain and simple, Spencer is a narcissist.

He has his adoring "fans" on Twitter, some of which have been hook ups at one point or another. He loves to get his "fans" all riled up posting pictures of himself or simply a little sexy message in 140 characters or less.

Jazz is a hard working girl, with a more than friendly boss, a dream of making chocolate for a living, and a loving roommate who is encouraging her to leave life as she knows it and pursuit her dream. She's also in lust with a man she doesn't even know...

One day during lunch time she sees him, he's handsome, well dressed, and exudes confidence, and Jazz is hooked. Problem is, she doesn't know his name, nothing really, she has no clue who he is.

But as luck will have it they do meet and Spencer and Jazz together are just like vinegar and oil, they don't mix.

And so an incredibly witty, sexy, and entertaining story begins.

How come no one told me about Kerry Heavens before?

I absolutely loved this book, I know some other authors have tried to convey the social media craze before, including texting, but I haven't seen it done the way Kerry did in this book. It was innovative in a way. I was truly hooked. I couldn't put the book down.

I loved the well balanced humor and sexiness of their Twitter conversations, they gave the story a fresh modern feel to the book.

The way the author conveys her story is simply brilliant, she not only gave us very hot sex scenes, and a healthy dose of funny and crazy moments, she also gave her characters great back stories to make the book a MUST read.

Kerry AKA Spencer also delivered one of the truest statements I've read in a book about the relationship between women...

“All I ever see is competition, bitchiness and that special thing girls do to each other, faking friendship with a smile, while slowly inserting the knives in each other’s backs. . . . I will never understand women. They would be simply unstoppable if they stopped screwing each other over.”

This is one book you NEED to read. I'm looking forward to Mags and Will story. I'm hoping (fingers crossed) they're next.