From the author of the Internationally Bestselling Satire Word Play comes this collection of laugh-out-loud novellas, all guaranteed to curl your toes and challenge your morals.
Big Balls – (Previously published in Nighttides)
Debating Number Ten – (Previously published in Hot for Teacher)
Surrendering to Innocence – (Previously published in Forbidden Fruit, Volume II)
Fair Play – (The brand new prequel novella to Word Play)
Well what can I say four books for the price of one – awesome! This book goes down as another off my 2015 Reading Challenge list aswell – A book with a number in the title – so double awesome!
I love short novellas and find it takes a good writer to be able to take them on. They have to be able to create a good gripping storyline and realistic characters in a short space of time and Amalie has done this four times over.
Some I liked a bit more than the others but found it was the style of writing that drew me in to continue with the stories and do feel like I want to check out other books by Amalie now.
My favourites were:
Big Balls – a slow burn romance about a softball player falling for her team’s new umpire. I liked the humour that came throughout the story and how the chemistry slowly built between Jacky and Nolan. How they first officially met is quite funny. Jacky is all hot and flustered about having a very attractive man pay her any kind of attention and goes on the offensive by saying she doesn’t date during season. He returns quite calmly that it’s fine as he doesn’t find her attractive anyway – he prefers his women softer. This just gets right up her back, annoying the hell out of her more than she’s care to admit. Each time they meet the tension builds and things get hotter. But if she continues to put the team and softball before her man she could end up losing him for good.
Fair Play – a witty, fun, charming romance that happens over a weekend by stays with them a lot longer. You have Mike, Martin, Duncan and Jack all together for one last hooray after finishing their English degrees at a National Conference in Seattle for all authors, editors, publishers and agents to meet. They are hoping to network and get into the world of publishing. The references they make about kindles being a new thing to hit the market soon, new genres that include Dom’s and Vampires that sparkle are hilarious. After the guys meet up with two women in a bar, Monica and Lauren, Jack decides to create a bet for Mike. If he can pretend to be someone else for the weekend, a player, and get Monica into bed then he will put in a good word for him at the publishing house he works at. First off Mike doesn’t see the appeal but is starting to consider it as a helping hand into industry he wants to be in – that is until he spends some more time with Lauren. They don’t have similar tastes in books but find that they can just be themselves around each other. Lauren pokes fun at Mike for not liking the everyday romance novel; he says that it is all just a bunch of clichés. This brings on an idea to create a cliché filled date between them to show what they really feel like in present time. What he didn’t count on was his feelings coming into the mix. Can you really fall for someone in such a short space of time or does it only happen in books? Loved this one and am going to get Word Play straight away so I can see what happens next.
4 out of 5 stars overall
I received this ARC from Give Me Books for my honest review.
“No, no, no,” Jack cut in. “You need to get her engine fired up. Make her panties wet. You have to be forceful, take control. They eat up that shit.”
Martin shook his head. “No. I’m telling you, there are only two ways to get a girl in your bed at a place like this. Shakespeare or poetry.”
“Shakespeare?” I asked. “Don’t you think that’s a little cheesy?”
“Not at all,” Martin replied. “Just walk up to her and say ‘but soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!’”
“And then add,” Jack insisted, “the sun isn’t the only thing around here that rises.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Why was I even considering listening to them? It seemed that the guy who was about to become a priest had the best advice.
“Shakespeare? Really?” I wasn’t comfortable with it, but with the alcohol and one glance at the blonde that had just walked in, I felt my inhibitions fade away. Maybe the guys knew more about this kind of thing than me. Although judging from their track record in school, I had my doubts. I didn’t remember the last time any of them had a girlfriend.
Why not? You only live once. Why shouldn’t I have tried to take advantage of the situation? Jack was right, as painful as it was for me to admit. By my calculations, ninety-three percent of the women at the bar were there for the convention. My chances of scoring one who knew something about Shakes were pretty good.
I slammed back the rest of my drink and pulled a wad of courage from my left nut.
I can do this.
None of the guys looked convinced. Duncan gave a lopsided smile, Martin shoved his earbud back in his ear, and Jack sat cross-legged, calmly folding his hands in his lap. I really hoped they wouldn’t watch me; it was going to be hard enough as it was, let alone while I had an audience.
I drew two deep breaths and stood. The blonde at the bar sat alone, sipping her drink, and I took several confident strides toward her as I tried to piece together what I was going to say.
“Hi,” I whispered.
But the music was too loud, and she couldn’t hear me.
So I tried again.
“Hi,” I shouted, causing her to flinch and dribble some of her drink down her chin.
“It’s loud in here!” I said, without as much force that time.
She smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. I shoved my hands in my pockets and tried to remember the line I was supposed to use.
But it wasn’t coming. We remained smiling at each other until the moment became strange.
And then it verged on painful.
What was I going to say? Did we decide I was going to introduce myself? Or was it poetry?
“But soft, what…light through yonder window breaks,” I began, trying not to stutter.
Her eyes widened, and I knew I had her attention, but as my palms grew clammy and my chest hollowed, I realized that the Juliet line wouldn’t work.
Unless her name was Juliet. Which was unlikely.
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. That’s not going to work! Dammit! I need something else! It’s too late! I have to finish the damn quote!
I swallowed, and spat out the first thing my mind could make sense of.
“My dick rises in the east.”
Amalie Silver resides in Minnesota with her husband, two toddlers, and German Short-haired Pointer, Saba. She consumes approximately three pots of coffee a day, and credits this for her survival over the past decade.When not completely consumed in her writing, she can be found taking road trips to northern Minnesota, engaging in fierce Scrabble games, or reading a good book. She’s a sucker for all romance genres, literary fiction, and psychological fiction.