Yes, But There's A Tornado!

How to Misbehave - Ruthie Knox

SEX BOOK! Yep, this is a sex book! Well strictly speaking there was one graphic sex scene but with lots of sexy sexual tension and salacious sexual innuendoes in this one between the shy good girl and the construction guy she's been crushing on for quite some time. 

He wears a tool belt. 

And a hard hat. 

 

"You mean that man who keeps you late? You can't go down to the basement with him."

"Of course I can. I have to."

"He's a stranger."

"Yes but there's a tornado."

 

Hear that? A fucking tornado! You know what that means!


For a hundred page novella, I found this book charming enough, with just the right amount of believability to keep the fantastical aspects in check, keeping it from being too porny. There actually was just one graphic sex scene and I found the banter and tension between the characters leading to it cute and brilliant. Playing the doe-eyed heroine wanting to break out of her goody-two-shoes mold, I found Amber surprisingly likable. She's not a shy, guileless virgin mooning over the hot Italian beefcake who, ahem, hammers for a living (rawr) but she's not a ball-busting, whistle-carrying, man-hater either.

 

"Quit honeying me. I'm not your honey. I'm a person, Tony, and I want to have sex with you. Don't go thinking you're some kind of god just because you know I like you. You're not going to break my heart by putting your… your dick in me."

 



She pretty much made this the almost perfect read after my last book.

Almost.

Because things pretty much went downhill after that.

I just find it an incredible waste when after some considerable effort of making me like the lead characters for being pragmatic, accepting their flaws and issues as part of their emotional depth… they have to succumb and give in to archaic notions of what an HEA is. Because newsflash, not all HEAs need a declaration of love in the end, and not all "I love you"s mean an HEA. I think pretty much everyone in your target, reading audience knows that. And I'm grudgingly willing to overlook that cliche had it not end up scrapping and debunking the first 50-pages which I really REALLY liked.

This could've gone way better for me if the extremely likable characters weren't made to bend over backwards to satisfy a fantasy I'm not even sure still exists among romance readers.