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Mister O by Lauren Blakely | romantic comedy

Just call me Mister O. Because YOUR pleasure is my super power.

Making a woman feel ‘oh-god-that’s-good’ is the name of the game, and if a man can’t get the job done, he should get the hell out of the bedroom. I’m talking toe-curling, mind-blowing, sheet-grabbing ecstasy. Like I provide every time.

I suppose that makes me a superhero of pleasure, and my mission is to always deliver.

But then I’m thrown for a loop when a certain woman asks me to teach her everything about how to win a man. The only problem? She’s my best friend’s sister, but she’s far too tempting to resist–especially when I learn that sweet, sexy Harper, has a dirty mind too and wants to put it to good use. What could possibly go wrong as I give the woman I’ve secretly wanted some no-strings-attached lessons in seduction?

No one will know, even if we send a few dirty sexts. Okay, a few hundred. Or if the zipper on her dress gets stuck. Not on that! Or if she gives me those f*&k-me-eyes on the train in front of her whole family.

The trouble is the more nights I spend with her in bed, the more days I want to spend with her out of bed. And for the first time ever, I’m not only thinking about how to make a woman cry out in pleasure –I’m thinking about how to keep her in my arms for a long time to come.

Looks like the real Adventures of Mister Orgasm have only just begun….

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Review

*cue the booming movie announcer voice*

MISTER O IS THE FEEL-GOOD COMEDY HIT OF THE YEAR!

Lauren Blakely delivers BIG with Mister O, from the big laughs to the even bigger feelings.  Told with Blakely’s signature heat, humor, and heart, Nick and Harper’s story is guaranteed to have you swooning and grinning like a fool from the beginning to the very last page.

If you read Big Rock, you might remember that Nick is Spencer’s best friend, and Harper is Spencer’s sister.  You might also remember that Nick and Harper tried to trick Spencer into thinking that something was going on between them.  It may have been fake at the time, but now Nick has some very real feelings for Harper.  Feelings that go way beyond platonic and into ‘I’m falling for my best friend’s sister’ territory.

Harper is the kind of heroine I kind of girl-crush on: smart, strong, and quick-witted.  (I mean, she’s a magician for goodness sake.  How kickass is that??)  She gives as good as she gets, well, except in the bedroom/romance department.  That’s where Nick comes in.

Nick would do anything for Harper, so when she asks for his help, he’s powerless to say no. He uses his knowledge and skills to give her lessons like a dirty-talking professor.  Even though they are supposed to be having a ‘no-strings’ relationship, I love how careful and sensitive Nick is with Harper while pushing her out of her shell.  It kept the tone light while preventing it from feeling cheap.  It seems like an easy balance, but it could have gone disastrously wrong quickly.

Nick and Harper have such an easy flirtation with one another that you just know they will be spectacular together once they finally admit their feelings.  I loved every moment of their banter and verbal sparring.  It is done in such a fun and intelligent way that dare I say, Mister O feels like a ‘smart romance’?  Yup, I said it.  I love when a romantic comedy can touch my heart, engage my mind, and give me butterflies.  Mister O definitely brought all of that and I love him for it.

I’m a sucker for a good romantic-comedy, but if it is a male-only POV, it’s pretty much a given that I am going to love it.  Lauren Blakely is proving to be a master at the genre and the male-only perspective.  I am loving this series and can’t wait to see what is in store with Nick’s brother, Wyatt, in Well Hung.

Excerpt

“You’re good, Nick. You know just what to do and how to behave. This is why you attract women in droves.”

I kind of want to protest. I feel like she has this impression of me that I don’t necessarily want her to have, but I’m not sure how to deflect this. “Because I have a gift?”

“That and several other reasons.” She waves broadly at my arms. It’s October, but it’s not chilly tonight so I don’t have a jacket on. “First, there are the arms. All that ink and muscle.”

She roams her eyes over my biceps. “I mean, your ink is awesome,” she says, pointing to the shapes and swirls I designed myself. The tattoos are abstract lines and curves, but inside them there’s a sun, a moon, and stars, because those were the first things I realized I was good at drawing.

“Then, the body. Mr. Men’s Health-I’m-so-fit,” she says in this mocking tone, but it’s not me she’s making fun of. It’s the article.

“You read it?”

“I read everything. I devour information,” she says, and we’re right back to that place I seem to inhabit with her, where she compliments me, but she could be saying it like I’m a car she’s considering buying. And this one has one hundred seventy horsepower.

“And then, there’s your face, and you have all this awesome scruff on it.”

I run a hand over my jaw, and the neat, trim beard that’s like an additional sex toy I can bring to the bedroom. “Chicks dig the beard,” I say, with a lopsided grin.

“I bet they do,” she says under her breath. She doesn’t say anything else right away. She presses her teeth into the corner of her lip and then speaks, more softly than before. “Can I feel it?”

F*CK, YES.

She raises her hand and touches my jaw. My breath hitches as she runs her thumb across the light bristles. I’m keenly aware of every second that passes, one ticking into the next as she touches me, stroking my jawline like she’s mesmerized by the texture.

“Soft,” she whispers, almost in wonder as she stares at my chin. My heart starts hammering, and I fight to stay still. When she says, “But kind of hard, too,” I swear, I don’t know how I manage not to cup her cheeks, back her up against the stone wall, and just kiss the hell out of her. Kiss, touch, grind, and then some. I want to yank that lush body against mine, let her feel how much she turns me on, and find out if I do the same thing to her. The way her breath barely catches sends my mind spinning and lust spiraling tight in me. I can’t help but hope she wants what I do, and it feels like she could, going by the way she touches my face. It truly f*cking does, and maybe that’s why her name takes shape in my throat like a warning.

So she knows she’s playing with fire if she touches me like this again.

 

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About Lauren Blakely

A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than seventy-five times, and she's sold more than 1.5 million books.