Series: Man Hands, #2
Authors: Sarina Bowen & Tanya Eby
Publication Date: January 15, 2018
Publisher: Rennie Road Books
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Note: This review is for an ARC and is my unbiased opinion.
Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Nothing ventured, nothing banged…
I still don’t know how it happened. One minute I was arguing with my arrogant competitor–our usual trash-talk over who deserves the larger commission. But somehow I went from throwing down to kneeling down…
It can never happen again. I don’t even like Braht. He’s too slick. He’s a manipulating mansplaining party boy in preppy clothes.
So why can’t I get him out of my head?
There are two things I know without question. One: Ash and I are destined for each other. Two: never trust a man with a unibrow.
Ash is my missing my piece. She’s the sweet cream to my gourmet espresso. And nothing gets me going faster than her contempt for me. They don’t call her the Ashkicker for nothing.
Eventually I’ll win her over…if my past doesn’t ruin everything first.
I was eager to get my hands on Man Card after reading Man Hands. Ash and Braht’s characters were so lively and vivid, and I wanted more of them. They had this amazing love/hate thing going on and I couldn’t wait to see the hate implode and love win.
Man Card was a nice, big surprise. I was shocked at how much it surprised me. There was way more going on in this story than I expected. Man Card had a ton of hilarious moments and some serious ones, but it also had a little bit of romantic suspense built-in. I was surprised by how much I loved that aspect of it. What went down made me appreciate Braht more than I might have otherwise.
Braht was a character that I could have disliked. I almost did. His cockiness was so over the top in the first book that I wanted to roll my eyes at him all of the time. Getting to know him through his point of view really helped me bond with his character. There was so much more hiding behind his outward appearance and comical words. I loved Ash. There were so many layers to her. Her backstory went deep, and provided some great bonding moments for her and Braht.
Ash and Braht were so perfect for each other. They both liked to be in charge of everything in life, but I loved how they were able to find small compromises together. Their shared experiences built a nice bond. Plus, their attraction to each other was so fierce! I loved how Braht slowly wore Ash down.
Another thing I loved was seeing all of my favorite Man Hands characters again! Catching up with Brynn and Tom was so much fun. Getting to know Sadie better was also fun, but, since her book is next, also a little sad. I’m really looking forward to reading her book next and getting her happy ending!
Overall, I loved Man Card. I loved it just as much as I loved Man Hands, but in a completely different way. It was definitely its own hilarious story. Sarina Bowen and Tanya Eby did amazing things in this one!
“Name your other favorite movies,” I challenge Braht.
“All of them?” He chugs his margarita.
“Hmm. Top ten? Top five?”
“That’s totally easy,” he says. Somehow I’ve gotten closer to him on the floor. When he sits back, I actually snuggle in beside him. He’s wearing a ridiculously soft shirt that feels good against my skin. And I watch with fascination as he ticks off the names of films on his fingers. “When Harry Met Sally. The Devil Wears Prada. Roman Holiday. Clueless. And Working Girl.”
I burst out laughing. I can’t help it. “Those are all chick flicks. You should just hand over your man card right now.”
“Not a chance.” Braht’s expression grows intense. “In the first place, I gave you a very thorough demonstration of my man card last week. I don’t remember hearing any complaints.”
I swallow hard, because this is certainly true.
“And secondly, you’re looking at this all backward.”
“I…am?” And why can’t I look away? He has the most beautiful, intelligent eyes.
“Yeah, you are,” he whispers. “It’s the guy who has a firm grip on his man card that can hold your purse. He’s not afraid to be seen with that Tory Burch you like to carry—nice color, by the way. He’ll free up your hands because he likes your hands, and he remembers all the terrific things you can use them for.”
“Oh,” I say slowly. Now my fingers itch to reach out for him. I have to make fists with both hands so I won’t do it.
“Furthermore, he’s not afraid to quote Working Girl. Because Joan Cusack is a genius. And who wouldn’t want to say Melanie Griffith’s best line out loud?”
I can’t help saying it with him, and together we sound like the world’s horniest Greek chorus: “I have a head for business and a body for sin.”
Sin sounds pretty good right now, actually. But Braht’s not done with his speech. “Any man who tells you that chick flicks are for pussies can’t be any good in bed. Because that man does not speak the language of women. He doesn’t know that a little luxury can erase a shitty day of worrying about your ex…”
Braht takes my hand in his and begins to massage it. He has a great technique, applying gentle pressure between each joint. I relax just a little bit more against him.
“…That man doesn’t speak the language because he’s afraid of sounding like a girl. But fuck that noise, honey bear. If a man doesn’t have the vocabulary to describe a satin teddy with peekaboo lace and mother-of-pearl snaps at the crotch, he can’t buy it for you and then strategically ask you to wear it. He can’t plan ahead to blow your mind sometime by lifting your skirt somewhere semi-public and dangerous. And he can’t get down on his knees and kiss that lace and then pop open those snaps while you bite your own hand to keep from screaming when you climax.” Braht takes a deep breath and lets it out in one hot gust. “Fuck. What was the point of this speech?”
“Um…” My voice is hoarse, and my face is suddenly very hot. Let’s not even mention my nipples. “Man cards, I think.” But I’m not sure, because everything tingles.
“Right,” he says with a sigh. “Still got mine. Shall we watch Working Girl next?”
“Okay,” I breathe, sinking a little further into his comforting embrace.
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