One-night stands are supposed to be with someone convenient, or wickedly persuasive, or regrettable. They aren’t supposed to be with someone like him.
But after a crazy Vegas weekend celebrating her college graduation—and terrified of the future path she knows is a cop-out—Mia Holland makes the wildest decision of her life: follow Ansel Guillaume—her sweet, filthy fling—to France for the summer and just…play.
When feelings begin to develop behind the provocative roles they take on, and their temporary masquerade adventures begin to feel real, Mia will have to decide if she belongs in the life she left because it was all wrong, or in the strange new one that seems worlds away.
Before I met Ansel, the sweetest, filthiest boy I knew was
my seventeen year-old cat, Leo, who prefers to expend his energy on things more
important than grooming, like eating, sleeping, and occasionally taking a roll in
the dirt of the backyard. My once
pristine, white feline is now a weird peach color from the rusty soil of
Maryland, and I expect he'll stay that way.
He was never much on personal hygiene anyway; but so far as sweetness
goes, he is tops. The sheer volume of
his happy purring and the lovey eyes he slowly blinks at me when I scratch
under his chin kind of make up for the dirt and general unpleasant smell that
follows him around. He drools in
happiness these days, as well, but the sweetness almost makes up for it. Almost.
If you'd like to meet him, bring a box of Kleenex.
But if you'd rather get wet with a fastidiously clean boy
who keeps his brand of filth confined to the bedroom (okay, not strictly. There's also the kitchen table, a few
secluded hallways, a mirror and various other places he's willing to travel)
and makes that old, lame pick-up line, "You're so sweet, you're giving me
a toothache," sound like the truest words you've ever heard, then go get
Christina Lauren's new book, Sweet Filthy Boy! Holy hell.
Ansel, where have you been all my life?
So, here's the premise: Mia and her two besties, Harlow and
Lola, take a graduation trip to Vegas; and while Mia is stressing out about her
future and her less-than-loving daddy, she runs into (or stumbles drunkenly
upon) Ansel, our sweet, filthy boy. Ansel
is on holiday from France. He's hanging
in Vegas with his best buds, Oliver and Finn.
This drunken gaggle of gorgeousness spends the night drinking, talking,
and getting married. Yeah, I said
that. Four of the six quickly realize
with the cold light of morning that mistakes have been made, and they get their
asses moving to correct them. But
Ansel's not willing to let Mia off so easily (and honestly, she doesn't
complain much. Who the hell would?). And so it begins. Put your helmets on, ladies, and your knee
pads, too. This ride is going to get
rough in all the best ways.
While I'd like to tell you all the details so I could gush
and get all mushy on you, I'll refrain.
Apparently, most of you don't appreciate spoilers the way I do. But I will tell you a few things. 1.)
This book is funny. You probably
know that already if you've read this duo's previous books; but just in case: You're
going to giggle, and sometimes, you're going to outright laugh. Example: Gruesimone. 2.)
You will cringe--hard. There's a
part where I literally thought, "Oh Mia, just flush yourself down that
airplane toilet, sister. It will be less
painful." But as much you're
thinking, "I would really, honestly rather die than endure what Mia's
going through," you're going to laugh.
And you're going to fall even more in love with Ansel because (trust me
on this one) that's just how he rolls.
The sweetness just seeps out of his pores, I think. It can't be contained. 3.)
I'm not a dramatic kind of girl (okay, that's a lie, but I'm not a
costume kind of girl, and I'm a craptastic actress), but Ansel kind of makes me
want to explore a costume shop or two.
If I had his address, he might have a naughty-nurse stalker in his
bushes. Let's just say, he's made me
think. 4.) I've always considered myself more of a
Latin-lover kind of girl, but French never sounded so good. Move over Andy Garcia and Benicio Del Toro
(best voice EVER), a hot Frenchy has turned my head! Who knew that could
happen?
I seem to have said a good bit about the general perfection
that is Ansel, so let me talk about Mia a bit.
I'm notoriously hard on heroines.
I don't know why. Maybe because
I'm a girl and we seem to be innately competitive (and seriously, I'd throw
down with Mia to get my paws on Ansel. I
think I could take her.), but whatever the reason, I'm a book-girlfriend
toughie. If I met Keira (from S. C. Stephen's Thoughtless series), I think
I might actually lose it on her, but she's an extreme example. Suffice it to say, I've got my eyes squinted
and watching, waiting for my heroines to screw up (sorry, girls!); but I liked
Mia. I liked her a lot. There came a point when I thought, "Are
you freaking kidding me?! Don't you dare walk out that door!," but she had
a surplus of my sympathy leftover from that airplane bathroom, so I forgave
her. Mia's a likeable girl; she could be
my pal. I'd totally take her into my
inner circle; and I don't say that very often.
What I love most about this book besides the fun and the
laughter and Ansel and the great sex, is that it's all about connection. When I was in my early twenties and lamenting
my singleton status, my friend, Jen, would always tell me this: "You never
know when you're life is going to change."
And she was right. One night in a
smoky bar in Ybor City, a drunken hottie walked into my life. One second, I was bitching loudly about the
company I was being forced to keep and begging my girlfriend to hit the road
with me, and the next second, this guy walked in and I declared that I wasn't
leaving that bar until I met him. A week
later, he more or less moved in; now we have two kids. So it's not so hard for me to believe that one
night, a girl could be boozing it up in a bar in Vegas when her future walked
in, smiled at her, and suddenly, everything she thought she wanted and all the
plans she'd made shifted, and the world opened up in a way she was never able
to see before all because someone looked at her and she knew he really saw her.
Connection. Magic. It's real--and if the sex is great, so much
the better.:)
This book is going to make you happy; like, really
happy. I'm pretty sure that the only
thing that will tick you off about this book is the ending--and that's only
because it's over. You will love the
ending; you will hate turning that last page and seeing the word
"Acknowledgements." I read
most of this book on a trip home from Chicago, and I damn near missed the
boarding call for my plane because I was so far into these pages. After I got my baggage back home, I hauled
everything to a quiet corner of the airport, pulled my book back out and waited
for my husband to get there. I might
have let out a shriek when he came up and hugged me, and airport security may have
turned their heads in my direction (as did half of baggage claim), but I didn't
have time to be embarrassed--I was missing a good part and had to get back to
it. It was definitely an, "Oh hi, I
know I haven't seen you in a week but give me a minute--I'm in the middle of
something" kind of moment. Ansel
will do that to a girl.
Sweet Filthy Boy is the beginning of a new
series called Wild Seasons, and Ansel and Mia will not be the only
lovelies we will meet. I know that when
I read Beautiful Bastard, and then found out that the next book would
not be starring Bennett and Chloe, I was a bit disappointed (picture Bradley
Cooper finishing A Farewell to Arms in Silver Linings Playbook). Then I met Max, then Will, and I was more
like Joseph Gordon Levitt in 500 Days of Summer after his first night
with Summer (skipping may have been involved). May the odds be ever in my favor
with the next Wild Seasons book.;)
But really, I have no doubts.
Christina Hobbs (but you’ll always hear Lo call her PQ) used to spend her days in a junior high counseling office surrounded by teenagers. Married to the cutest boy in school, she has a thirteen year old daughter, is an unapologetic lover of boy bands and glitter, and also likes to steal Lo’s shoes.
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