Friday, January 27, 2017


Genre: Romantic Comedy


What happens when your sex strike goes viral -- and suddenly every man in town has their eye on your prize?

All I wanted was little old-fashioned romance. After a parade of Tinder disasters who think chivalry is giving me a pearl necklace on the first date, I made a pledge: until guys step up their game, this girl is off the market.

But one bottle of chardonnay later, and my drunken rant has gone viral. I’m the most famous person NOT having sex since the Jonas Brothers put on their purity rings. A men’s magazine has even put a bounty on my (ahem) maidenhead: fifty Gs to whoever makes me break the drought.

Be careful what you wish for...

Now my office looks like an explosion in a Hallmark factory, I’ve got guys lining up to sweep me off my feet - and the one man I want is most definitely off-limits. Jake Weston is a player through and through. He’s also the only one who sees through the mayhem to the real me, but how can I trust he’s not just out to claim the glory?

And how will I make it through the strike without scratching the itch - especially when that itch looks so damn good out of his suit?

The thrill of the chaste has never been so sexy in Lila Monroe’s hilarious, hot new romantic read!

~Book Review~
3.5 Stars

Elizabeth “Lizzie” Ryan, 30, a curator at the Met and lover of Hollywood’s golden days, has had a string of bad dates and bad lays.
“‘Guys these days wouldn’t know romance if they passed out face down in it.’”
Jacob “Jake” Weston doesn’t believe in romance. He’s had his heart broken once and he’s lost all his faith.  He and Lizzie have crossed paths twice in one lifetime and while they seem to have a lot in common, they have very different outlooks on sex and romance.

Told via Lizzie and Jake’s first person POV, this story starts off with a lot of promise. The flashback scenes to their initial acquaintance were cute and fun. I liked that they were in the same post break up boat and became partners in crime dealing with heartbreak. In hindsight, I wish the plot would have sprung from that premise.  Instead it goes a predictable route culminating in an avoidable misunderstanding between two thirty something people that you’ll see coming a mile away.

The other things that prevented me from loving this story was that while Jake was a smooth, successful, mostly down to earth guy, he was also a little too cool and confident.  For this to work as a romance (rather than the chick-lit feel it sometimes had), I felt that the reader needed to feel Jake’s pull towards Lizzie in his POV much earlier on. Instead at times he came off indifferent and at other times it felt like he was simply looking out for Lizzie as more of a friend.  On the other hand, given all the food and booze Lizzie consumed throughout the pages, I’m not sure I’d blame him.

Did I believe that Jake was interested in having sex with her? Yes. Did the development of more than half of the story convince me that he wanted much more? No.
“‘All anyone wants to talk about with me these days is sex. Sex, sex, sex.’”
Everyone in this book is obsessed with sex! From their spoiled and entitled friends to Jake’s washed up manwhore grandfather. Pretty much every character acted like going without for a small while was a huge deal. And it didn’t come across as humorous as much as it came across as immature and oversexed. And yet the steam factor isn’t all that high.

In the end (and I stress the end) it does deliver the romance and the action (if you catch my drift) but for me, I think it was a case of too little, too late.


Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote The Billionaire Bargain. Lila enjoys writing, as it gives her a flexible schedule to spend time with her kids and a wonderful excuse to avoid them. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, who strips out of his well-fitted suits nightly.


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