Mallory is in college and to warn or encourage others about the men on campus she created The Everygirl’s Guide Blog. But one recently subject shows up at her dorm room and demands to know why she wrote an article accusing him of having a micro penis. I kind you not, dear reader, this book is sure to keep you entertained. Stop reading, buy the book, then come back and read over my ramblings because this book is fantastic! It’s funny, sexy, sweet and I absolutely love Mallory. Her attitude and dry humor are seriously fun to read. Cash is really cute, I like him a lot. There is an instant connection between them but thankfully, NO insta-love. Despite this being a shorter story it feels longer. The plot pulls you in and the characters make the journey engaging to the last page. Then there’s the Guardians of the Galaxy reference, extra points for that gem! And the sex, holy hell, the sex is a-freaking-mazing. I need my man here now. Right. Now. I really hope there’s another story about Mallory and Cash. I’ll be the first one pre-ordering it. Sterling’s Everygirl is a MUST READ!
Mallory Reynolds is the unknown persona behind Sterling University’s most popular blog, The EveryGirl’s Guide to (Almost) Every Cock on Campus. She provides her classmates with in depth reviews of the men available to them, complete with all of the dirty details. It’s a good thing no one knows who she is though, because not every cock on campus knows what it’s doing.
Everything’s going just fine until an unreliable source feeds her some bad intel, and the subject of one of her blog entries tracks her down. Cash Manning knows that he and Mallory have never hooked up, but the more they argue, and talk, and flirt, the more into the idea he becomes. It’s too bad for him that he and Mallory already know each other—a fact he doesn’t seem to recall.
The more he pushes, the more she pulls away. It’s a pride thing, alright?
“You have like, the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever heard on a girl.” He laughed and leaned in closer, planting one hand on the wall above my head. That’s all it took for me to turn into a puddle of mush. I couldn’t help but think of how his body had felt over mine the other night. He smirked. He did it a lot, but I was willing to overlook it. It was a good smirk. I liked the things it promised. “How much dirtier does it get?”
I laughed so hard my head jerked forward and I had to bury my face in his shoulder so he wouldn’t bear witness to just how ugly my laughter could look up close. When I was finally done, tempted to wipe the moisture away from my eyes with his t-shirt instead of my own, I placed a hand on his chest and pushed away slightly.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I liked the way he smiled down at me. I even liked the stupid, fluttery feeling in my stomach that had little to do with how I really did want the bag of chips I’d come down for.
I was in such big trouble.
“I think you know I would.” He tilted his head down farther and pressed his teeth into his bottom lip. I wanted to press my teeth into his bottom lip. “Tell me if I’m doing this right.”
Then he brought his face closer and took my chin between his index finger and thumb just before running his nose along the length of mine. My inhale stalled somewhere in my lungs and my heart did the same inside my chest. I finally caught my breath in time for him to pull my bottom lip into his mouth. The brick wall at my back was cool and scratchy, but I didn’t mind it in the least when Cash’s body was pressed against my front.
My hands scrambled to find something to grip, to hold on to, and eventually settled for clutching the fabric of the back of his t-shirt. Or at least one of them did. The other decided it needed skin to skin contact and worked its way underneath the hem. I dug my nails into the small of his back, feeling ridiculously thrilled at the expanse of rock-hard muscle. I hadn’t gotten a good look at his back the other night, but I could tell it was probably nothing short of amazing. I wondered if he had more ink there.
I didn’t even realize I’d lifted my leg to wrap around his like I was about to work a stripper pole until his fingers dug into the skin high on my thigh. A jolt shot through me and I let out something close to a whimper. Cash backed off then, enough to look down at me and let our breath mingle for a split second between our mouths before he kissed me again.
Cash let out a growl as he lifted his lips from mine and let his head hang down onto my shoulder. I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so irritated by the interruption myself. Stacey stood at the corner of the alcove, looking on with an obnoxious, shit-eating grin on his face. I let my leg drop from its hold on Cash’s thigh and straightened my t-shirt as he immediately turned in the opposite direction to no doubt hide the hard on I’d felt against me just seconds before.
I took a really deep breath. “Yeah?”
“We’re, uh, we’re about to start back up.”
I could have kicked him right in the teeth. It would have been the perfect way to get the smartass grin off his face. Instead I just gave him a sarcastic thumbs up and muttered, “Got it.”
“So,” Cash said as soon as Stacey disappeared around the corner. “Who’s the guy in the plaid shirt?”
I didn’t have any reason to be a bitch at the time, but it just came so naturally to me.
“Entry number fifty-four.”
I had no idea what blog post Stacey actually was.
His back was to me while he made his selection from the vending machine, but I still saw the way his muscles tensed. He bent down to grab his food and turned to face me with an unreadable expression.
“What? So you can make comments on my blog about wanting an open slot, but I’m not allowed to mention it at all?”
“I didn’t say that. Look, it’s fine. You should get back inside, though. They’re waiting for you.”
He passed me, but not before shoving a bag of sour cream and cheddar chips into my hands. Exactly what I would have gotten for myself. They made my breath smell rank, but were too delicious to give up. I looked down at the bag, then up to his retreating back.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, but I doubt he heard me. I stayed rooted to my spot for about half a second before I ran after him. I caught him by the elbow just before he could reenter the library, and pulled him back to face me. His expression was still blank, but at least blank wasn’t the same thing as angry. God, I could be such an idiot. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” He pushed a hand into his hair. “You were just answering my question.”
“I was,” I said, taking his hand from his hair and twisting my fingers through his, “besides, I thought you dug the fact I’m kind of mean.”
Stop reading, buy the book, then come back and read over my ramblings because this book is fantastic! It’s funny, sexy, sweet and I absolutely love Mallory. Her attitude and dry humor are seriously fun to read. Cash is really cute, I like him a lot. There is an instant connection between them but thankfully, NO insta-love. Despite this being a shorter story it feels longer. The plot pulls you in and the characters make the journey engaging to the last page. Then there’s the Guardians of the Galaxy reference, extra points for that gem! And the sex, holy hell, the sex is a-freaking-mazing. I need my man here now. Right. Now.
ok, so i am not that good with reviews but sometimes i just feel like i have to write one. :) i came across this book bc i follow the author on tumblr (which still makes me really excited bc i have never read a book before that was written by sb i "know") and i have read fanfics by her before and just knew she is an amazing writer. basically i LOVED this book! let me start with saying that i think the worst thing about this genre, is the amount of slightly misogynist stories out there (slut shaming, "alpha males" who really are abusive etc.). so, i am celebrating every book that stands out and oh boy this one does!! the first thing i loved was that the girls talk about how the guys are in bed for a change and they even run a blog about it (or more the heroine does), i just kind of really loved that idea! i loved that there is no unnecessary drama involved, basically the characters are believeable and act age appropriate. I loved the hero!!!! OMG!! obv he is handsome, sexy and all that stuff you love about the male protagonist in a romance novel but he is also kind of sweet? and shy? i don't know... I just really loved that bc i am tired of the ridiculous alpha male types with fragile masculinity... what else was amazing?.... Oh yes, i was really glad there was no over the top love decleration?! I mean this is short story and i am glad that the characters journey towards each other is believeable and not like a over the top romance story squeezed into a novella format where they get married on page 15. That would also be my only complaint: that this story is short but I guess if you would ask me, i would never allow a book end so ;) AND OMG LET'S NOT FORGET HOW SHE CAN WRITE SMUT!!! I mean: AMAZING! with some of the stuff my eyes had to read i know that it is possible to write ridiculous dirty talk but this was just perfect and believeable and hot. basically i highly recommend this short, hot and drama free story with imo slightly feminist undertones ;) (i gave this "only" 4 stars just bc i save 5 stars for a few of my really all time favourites! but yeah... i pretty much loved it!)
Well hot DAMN. Where is the gif of Santana from Glee fanning herself when I need it? A++ smut. I'd have read three hundred pages of these two snarky fuckers doing pretty much anything.