There are three types of men. – Christina Lauren
Dirty Rowdy Thing
FROM GOODREADS – Despite their rowdy hookups, Harlow and Finn don’t even like each other… which would explain why their marriage lasted only 12 hours. He needs to be in charge and takes whatever he wants. She lives by the Want-something-done? Do-it-yourself mantra. Maybe she’s too similar to the rugged fisherman – or just what he needs.
Recently I questioned the ability of any author of the opposite gender to capture the POV accurately of one that they hadn’t lived. Granted at the time I was musing about Grey, E.L. James’ recent travesty written from the point of view of one Christian Grey Esq. As a result I asked my husband while reading it if his penis weighed in directly on his life decisions, he scoffed at me and then after that the conversation died pretty quickly. Having lived with him for almost two decades now, I think I have a somewhat accurate read on how the average male thinks or at least the ability to recognize how they don’t think.
Like Harlow, I am a fixer and a natural critic. For which, I blame my September birthday, even though that would be investing a lot in the science of astrology regardless of how entertaining Sally Brompton’s predictions in the Metro are. Despite my tendencies to find fault with… well just about everything, I was completely enchanted by Sweet Filthy Boy, the setting, characters and plot were all ridiculously appealing. Both Mia and Ansel were patently adorable, even if the Frenchman seemed to be just the tiniest bit, really almost too insignificant to mention, “too good to be true”. Despite this I couldn’t help but wonder if my inner pessimist was right and that the second either would be a cleverly veiled rewrite of the first or worse it just would not be as good. As such I had lower expectations for the second in the Wild Seasons series. However, I was wrong on both accounts as I adored Dirty Rowdy Boy.
It is hard to isolate what exactly makes Christina Lauren’s writing so appealing. Upon reading or listening to one, as I have been doing recently, there are simply so many things that leave the reader, or the reviewer in this case, completely spoiled for choice as to what they enjoyed so very much. If I had to be specific I would say this gifted writing duos’ superpower lies in their spectacular ability to create such realistic viscerally likable characters that if there are any flaws in the story itself the reader is easily able to forgive or overlook them. Well that and their white hot love scenes… seriously, we are talking surface of the sun here. But I digress, above I questioned the ability of any female writer to render a true insight into the male mind that is until I read Dirty Rowdy Thing. Finn’s inner monologue was undoubtedly male, straight forward and direct precisely as the authors described him. Though it may have taken longer for the taciturn fisherman to work his way into my affections… but by the end there is no doubt I was as smitten as Harlow.
I can say without a doubt that I never, ever before have I found a story-line featuring BDsM even remotely intriguing. Well that is somewhat of an overstatement I am fine with the idea as long as “I” would be the one wielding the crop but after reading Dirty Rowdy Thing I can say without equivocation that I would let Finn tie me up anytime. In conclusion without a doubt Christina Lauren has proved that lightning does in fact strike twice.
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