Cocky Bastard by Penelope Ward, Vi Keeland
Publication Date: August 17, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Humor, New Adult, Romance
From New York Times Bestselling authors Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward, comes a sexy new standalone novel.
He was someone who belonged in my wildest fantasies instead of a rest stop in the middle of Nebraska.
A sexy, cocky, Australian named Chance was the last person I expected to run into on my cross-country drive.
When my car broke down, we made a deal. Next thing I knew, we were traveling together, spending sexually-tense nights in hotels and taking unplanned detours.
My ordinary road trip turned into the adventure of a lifetime. It was all fun and games until things got intense.
I wanted him, but Chance wouldn’t make a move. I thought he wanted me too, but something was holding him back.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for the cocky bastard, especially when I knew we’d be going our separate ways.
All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.
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With a name like Cocky Bastard, it has to be good, right? Turns out, it’s even better than good–it’s fabulous!
Honestly, I wasn’t sure of what to expect when I first started reading. I knew from the blurb that it was going to be a funny story about a road trip, but it ended up being so much more than that. It’s a roller coaster of emotions, and it was a fantastic ride that I didn’t want to be over. The story definitely turned me into a warm, gooey mess by the end, that’s for sure.
This book has it all: dialogue, storyline, characters, sweetness, sexiness, regret, second chances, and best of all, humor. I was laughing so hard at one point I had to stop reading–it’s kind of hard to read with tears rolling down your cheeks. (BTW, who knew that goats could be so funny?!?)
Speaking of the dialogue, it is witty, laugh-out-loud-funny, and dripping with double entedres. Chance is definitely my new favorite smart-assed dirty-talker (sorry, Drew!). While Aubrey may be restrained and regimented, she is no shrinking violet and she’s a good counter-balance to Chance’s bold cockiness. She definitely holds her own, and together, they are pretty amazing. Their road trip and relationship is anything but ordinary, and I loved every minute of it!
Having previously read books by Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland, I knew they were good writers, but this book was an unexpected surprise. (In fact, Stepbrother Dearest was one of my favorite reads last year.) I certainly hope this isn’t the last time they collaborate with each other. I’m willing to bet you will be saying the same thing after reading this. Penelope and Vi are brilliant together!
With a huff, I got out of bed and stood on my tiptoes to look out the peephole. Why were those things always so high on the door anyway? I was surprised to find no one standing on the other side. Maybe I’d imagined it.
I flicked on the lights. The sound wasn’t coming from the entrance door. It was coming from an interior door I hadn’t even noticed before.
I unfastened the top lock and cracked it open just enough so I could see what he wanted. And there he stood.
Wearing only dark gray boxer briefs that hugged him like a second skin.
It took a minute to understand what he was doing there, even though he was holding up a toothbrush in question.
“I thought we had established I wasn’t a serial killer already.”
I opened the door wider.
Oh lord. Stop that. Right now.
“I must have left my toothpaste in my saddlebag in the car.”
I swallowed hard. “Uh huh.”
He cocked his head to the side, and his brows dipped in. “Can I borrow yours?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
He walked past me and let himself into my bathroom. I waited at the door.
“You got an awful lot of girly crap in here for one night,” he said with a jumbled mouth full of toothpaste from the bathroom. “Private Collection Tuberose Gardenia.”
He was reading my Estee Lauder perfume bottle.
I heard him rinse and spit. Then there was a gargling sound. He used my mouthwash, too. Sure, help yourself.
He walked out and flicked off the bathroom light. “Is tuberose a rose?”
I shook my head, still confused by the whole situation going on.
“That’s why,” he murmured.
“I couldn’t figure out what you smelled like all day. Not sure I ever smelled a Tuberose before.” He shrugged and walked back into his room but not before turning back. “Even those little black lacy underwear smell like tuberose.”
My eyes bulged. I’d taken off my bra and panties and left them on the bathroom counter.
“Relax. I’m teasing. Do I look like an underwear sniffer to you?”
“Night, Aubrey.” He graced me with a dimple and disappeared.
AH-BREE. Damn him.
I locked the door and checked it twice, unclear if it was for my safety or his. His voice saying my name was on audio replay inside my head, getting softer and softer like a soothing lullaby with each breath as I drifted off to dreamland.
Until the knock came again.