Author: Lauren Blakely
Release Date: January 6, 2016
Rating: 3.5 stars
It's not just the motion of the ocean, ladies. It's definitely the SIZE of the boat too.
And I've got both firing on all cylinders. In fact, I have ALL the right assets. Looks, brains, my own money, and a big cock.
You might think I'm an asshole. I sound like one, don’t I? I'm hot as sin, rich as heaven, smart as hell and hung like a horse.
Guess what? You haven't heard my story before. Sure, I might be a playboy, like the NY gossip rags call me. But I’m the playboy who’s actually a great guy. Which makes me one of a kind.
The only trouble is, my dad needs me to cool it for a bit. With conservative investors in town wanting to buy his flagship Fifth Avenue jewelry store, he needs me not only to zip it up, but to look the part of the committed guy. Fine. I can do this for Dad. After all, I’ve got him to thank for the family jewels. So I ask my best friend and business partner to be my fiancée for the next week. Charlotte’s up for it. She has her own reasons for saying yes to wearing this big rock.
And pretty soon all this playing pretend in public leads to no pretending whatsoever in the bedroom, because she just can’t fake the kind of toe-curling, window-shattering orgasmic cries she makes as I take her to new heights between the sheets.
But I can’t seem to fake that I might be feeling something real for her.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into with this…big rock?
BIG ROCK is a standalone, dirty romance novel written from the guy’s POV by NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely…
My dick is fucking awesome.
But don’t just take my word for it. Consider all its accomplishments.
First, let’s start with the obvious one.
Sure, some people will tell you that size does not matter. You know what I’ll tell you? They lie.
You don’t want a tiny diamond on your finger when you can have three carats. You don’t want a one-dollar bill when you can have a Benjamin. And you don’t want to ride a miniature pony when you can saddle up on a rock-star cock at the rodeo of your pleasure.
Why? Because bigger is better. It’s more fun. Ask any woman who’s had to utter the dreaded words, “Is it in yet?”
No woman has ever had to ask me that.
You’re probably wondering by now—just how big is it? C’mon. A gentleman doesn’t tell. I may fuck like a god, but I’m still a gentleman. I’ll open your door before I open your legs. I’ll hold your coat for you, I’ll pay for dinner, and I’ll treat you like a queen in and out of bed.
But I get it. You want an image in your mind. A measurement in inches to make your mouth water. Fine. Imagine this. Picture your fantasy-sized cock; mine’s fucking bigger.
Moving on to looks. Let’s be honest. Some dicks are just motherfucking ugly. I won’t get into all the reasons why. You know what they are, and for now, when it comes to my best asset, all I want you thinking about are these words: long, thick, smooth, hard. If the Renaissance masters were carving sculptures of cocks, mine would be the model for all of them.
But honestly, none of this would matter if my dick didn’t possess the most important attribute of all.
Ultimately, a man’s dick should be measured by the number of orgasms it delivers. I’m not talking about the solo flights. That’s cheating. I’m talking about the Os that can make a woman’s back arch, her toes curl, her windows shatter, her world rock.
How much pleasure has my dick wrought? I don’t kiss and tell, but I’ll leave you with this. My dick has a perfect track record.
That’s why it fucking sucks that he has to go on hiatus.
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When I came across this book, it started calling me. And NOT because of that delicious cover. Nope.
Well....all right. Let's be real here.
Can you really blame me?
Spencer, most talented player in town and his big
cock rock had a proposal for his best (girl) friend. A pretend engagement that would benefit both of them and would end after a very public breakup in one short week. They both had completely platonic feelings for one another, so what would be the harm?
Charlotte and I can both appreciate each other's appearance. That's one of the great hallmarks of our friendship. I can acknowledge she is a babe, and she can do the same with me, and we're still good.
Spencer cleans up his reputation and helps his father land a business deal, and she gets her annoying ex off of her back. Win-win, or so they thought.
Yes, this has a lot of elements involved that aren't exactly original. It's purely male POV, from the charming and conceited manwhore. Friends to lovers. A short pretend engagement/relationship that blossoms to more. Yet that didn't really bother me as long as it was as steamy and chuckle-worthy as it was promising. I was in the mood for something light and fun and this seemed to fit the criteria. With a first line like this, I was grinning from the start and was feeling very optimistic about this book:
"My dick is fucking awesome."
I said, this guy is completely full of himself and not shy about letting everyone know it. PERFECT! There's just something about that cocky, unrepentant manwhore that has the ability to charm you and make you laugh at his antics. And best of all? They are the most entertaining to watch fall helplessly into love. The confusion, the panic, the scramble to try to cling to their freedom. It's so wickedly fun to see.
I can handle this. I'm not tempted at all by my best friend. My dick, however, begs to differ, the traitorous prick.
Spencer was a great character, though after the initial boasting about his size, stamina, and skill, he started a fast free fall into his evolving emotions over Charlotte and I didn't get to revel in his cockiness quite as much as I had hoped. And that wasn't necessarily bad, as I did enjoy his character for how sweet he was. He was very devoted and loyal to her-even when he didn't quite come to the realization that his feelings were not in the same comfortable place they had always been.
The sexual tension started to build very quickly. After they made their agreement to start their farce of an engagement, poor Spencer started to view Charlotte in a whole new light. He always saw her as attractive, but suddenly the sight of her body had him feeling some very lustful thoughts.
For me, that seemed somewhat too abrupt for me. To go from completely platonic feelings (brother-sister type) to full on desire like that, I would have liked to have seen it happen a little more gradually. With the one week time frame of their engagement, I understand that this was what was behind that. But it didn't feel one hundred percent natural to be honest.
My small issues aside, this did fulfill my cute and sexy requirements when I decided to give it a shot. Lauren Blakely has created a story that will hit all the right buttons for those out there who are fans of the friends to lovers trope, and manwhore POV books. Don't let my below 4 rating dissuade you from giving this a try. For me, it missed the mark a little on the "wow factor" but I can see it being a big hit for a lot of people. The humor was plentiful and the steam was pleasingly hot.
I'm hoping that Nick, Spencer's (male) hipster best friend will get a chance to have his story told soon. There's a whole lot of potential there, I was thoroughly intrigued by him. It seems I have some stalking to do over his potential book.
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