About the Book:
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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Oooo My Goooodness!
This book is incredibly sexy, very funny, and actually gave me a warm tingle around my heart, too!
Nick was such a confident and generous lover, and Harper was a breath of fresh air--she wasn't a harpy bitch, she wasn't a witless ninny, she wasn't a cold-hearted hood rat, she was a wonderful, sweet, curious, and oh-so-loveable perfect mate for Nick.
I thought it was a win to make Harper a magician! How many heroines in contemporary stories perform slight of hand at childrens' parties for a living?! I LOVED that!
I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and the male POV was great. Unfortunately, after reading a few passages from the book to my Mr. Hart, he became offended.
He asked, "Do women actually think men think like that?"
In order to defend my entire gender to my husband, who often enjoys the delights of my "gender", I reply, "Not all women, not all men."
To which he replies, "I don't like that the author portrays all men as single-minded sex fiends."
To which I reply, "This is a work of fiction. The author can write whatever she wants."
He pouted and returned to playing Dark Souls 3.
So, all that to say, despite the shouting match I had with my hubby, I enjoyed this book.