Bottoms Up by Holly Renee
Holly Renee may have written my favorite book of all year! No joke, Bottoms Up blew me away. Kennedy is a sassy, insecure, book lover who I related to in every way possible. I loved reading the story from her POV because it was heartfelt, honest and believable. Everything she said and did, I could see myself doing. Then there is Tucker. Sweet Jesus, TUCKER! I am still thinking about him days later. He is undeniably hot and adorably funny with just the right amount of possessive. Watching their friendship grow into a relationship was one of my favorite things about this book. You felt like you were right there in the middle of it all with the way Holly writes. I felt the flutters in my stomach the first time he called her "firecracker". I could feel my cheeks turning red the first time he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. I read every word feverishly and could not put it down. This story is perfection and one that will stay with me for a bit.
“Well he has to be hot, preferably a six pack, sweeps me off my feet, is alpha enough to piss me off just a little bit, and then he will fuck me like a champion and make it all better again.”
“You just described one of your book boyfriends.”
I leaned up on my elbows to look at her.
“You know what I mean. He looks like he would just be straight up dirty sex. He would be the one to tie you up and make you beg for him to spank your ass.” She pointed her finger at me. “And I promise you, we would beg.”
Other Stories by Holly Renee:
From the moment I met him, I knew he was trouble.
He was reckless, cocky, and everything I shouldn't want.
I had life all figured out, and Tucker Moore was not a part of the plan.
But somehow I slipped.
One moment I had it all under control.
The next I was spiraling around him, begging him for whatever he would give me.
But as quickly as I fell for him, it all crumbled around us.
Because everything I thought I knew was far from the truth.
There was only one way to fix what we had done.
So I turned my world Bottoms Up.