I received this book for free from Buoni Amici Press in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.Not My Type by M.E. Gordon
Series: One Night Stand #2
Published by Black Opal Books on October 28,2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Format: kindle e-book
Source: Buoni Amici Press
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Lexi- I live on a farm…scratch that, I lived on a farm. I was on my way to L.A. to live amongst the rich and famous, to work for the rich and famous. I did not leave a farm and a seriously complicated relationship, to dive back into another one. Yet, there I was falling for a rock star that was so my type of man, it was scary. Could I ever truly leave the farm and the man I left behind to start over? Was this new relationship just a rebound from the last?
Trent- I had one type of woman all my life. I had this image of her in my head from as young as a boy. She'd be petite, beautiful long blonde hair, quiet, someone that would stand behind me as I rose to fame with my band mates. I did not see myself with a southern, loud mouthed, Amazon, of a woman who drove me up the wall. I didn't have time to be chasing a woman, they usually came to me but here I am, doing everything in my power to win over a woman who wasn't even my type
Not all Southern women were demure, patient, and proper. I happened to be a part of the loud, ornery, and short-fused breed of Southern women, or so I’d been told. by Lexi
Lexi gives herself one year to try a different more exciting life. She moves from West Virginia to LA full of dreams.
Trent has a pre-definition of what he wants for his life. He not only wants his band to become famous, but he is looking for a petite demure blond that will be submissive to him and treat him like her king.
When he meets a woman who is so-not-his-type in a five-hour flight, he can’t understand why he is obsessing about her.
What he knows is that he needs to prove to her, he is in fact a nice guy. Will she be able to get over her first impression? Could her past compromise their future? Will they get what they need, even if is not what they wanted?
… might have said that he wasn’t my type, but the heap of muscles sitting next to me was my kryptonite. Tall, strong, badass, and sexy. by Lexi
- Cover: Wow! Perfect! If you look at the cover, you think beautiful. After you read the book, you see Trent and Lexi. It’s amazing! Him the sexy, in-love, bass player. She, the cocky, sexy, confrontational female.
- Plot: This is a very well-written story. It is fast-paced, cohesive, keeps you guessing and wanting more at the end.
- Characters: Trent is perfect! He is one of the best book-boyfriends ever. He is hot, sexy, protective, sweet and not afraid of being in love. He is swoon-worthy! Lexi and I struggle a little. Yes, she is a kick-ass heroine, but she annoys me a lot. I guess because Trent was so amazing I felt his pain. All the secondary characters are very interesting also. I have loved, connected and understood them.
- Addictiveness: This is a fun, fast-paced, hard to put down book.
- Freshness: The writer brought a story very different from the lot that is out there. The way they met and how they keep meeting was great. Also, so many twists along the way. It was filled with surprises.
I want this, Lexi, tell me you want this and I’ll never have another type but you. by Trent
- Heat: The couple has chemistry but I wanted a few memorable scenes. They were ok, but nothing that has stuck on my mind.
She was beautiful. Confused and all, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever known, and she wasn’t even my type. by Trent
This was my first book by the author, but it definitely won’t be the last. I know I have to go back and read Kane and Kitty’s book, but most importantly I’m really looking forward for Reece’s book. I know it won’t be the next one, but Reece, after Trent, is my favorite.
Lexi and I clashed sometimes, but I felt her. I cried and laugh with her. I guess, I can’t ask much more from a book.
You MAY read this because you follow the series, you SHOULD read this because you enjoy quirky women, you MUST read this because it has one of the BEST book-boyfriend ever!!!
I paused for a moment. Wiping the dripping water from my nose, I stared at her before I looked away and continued with my thought. “Well, maybe it would be better for you to leave now,” I said, taking a towel from the counter to dry my face and hands before I wrapped them tightly around my cuts. “You know, you should be there for John when he wakes up,” I said, turning around to face her.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, shaking her head in disgust.
She should be disgusted, running after a man who used her and treated her like shit! Drunken Trent was pissed.
“I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who’s leaving. I’m simply suggesting that you do it sooner rather than drawing it out for later,” I snapped back. I wanted to kick Drunken Trent in the fucking balls for saying that.
“You don’t mean that,” she said, shaking her head once more. “You’re drunk and you’re going to feel like a fucking asshole in the morning for saying that to me.”
“Am I? You see, I don’t think I am. You knew I was an ass coming into this, and I knew you were a pain in mine. Did we really think this could work? I mean it might have, had you not still been in love with your fucking stepbrother!” I roared, the veins in my neck popping out with rage.
“Shut up! Shut—up!” she yelled covering her ears. “You know what? Fine! You want me gone, I’m gone,” she screamed, getting in my face.
She pushed my chest and, because I was so drunk and she was a fucking Amazon, I fell back onto the sink, my back hitting the mirror, sending a crack down the middle of it. “Good, get your sexy, fat ass out of here, baby, because clearly you never gave a fuck about me,” I yelled as she left the bathroom in a hurry.
I pushed myself off the counter and slipped on the tile floor, falling on my ass and hitting my head against the back of the sink. I sat up and finally Drunken Trent was taken down, leaving me to pick up the fucking mess he left behind.
“Lexi!” I yelled, holding my head as I fought off Drunken Trent one last time. I pushed myself away from the sink and stumbled towards the door frame. “Lexi, stop,” I called to her.
She was by the dresser, shoving her things in her bag and grabbing anything else that she might need from mine.
“Save it, asshole,” she spat over her shoulder.