If you’ve read this blog before, then I don’t know if you noticed that I’m a bit of a freak for Sawyer Bennett’s books. When Ms. Bennett has a new release, I sit up and take notice. Of course, it helps that I stalk her on her newsletter, on her publicist’s newsletter, her Twitter page, her Facebook page, and in my dreams. I know. It’s scary. I’M kinda scaring myself, I admit it, when it comes to my Bennett obsession. Can’t help it, though, when I already got hooked after reading “Uncivilized.” It’s a healthy obsession, though. Sorta. When I see my credit card bill full of Amazon’s name, that’s when reality bites. LOL!
So, thank goodness that I got selected for an ARC for Ms. Bennett’s latest release, “Sex In The Sticks!” I gotta say my EQ and sense of restraint thoroughly suffered after getting it. When I say “thoroughly suffered,” I meant that my restraint was non-existent. I devoured this one. I can already tell: main characters Valentine French and Logan Burke are going to be as unforgettable to me as Moira Reed and Zach Easton. The sexy factors were through the freaking burning roof. BTW, one caveat: I was listening to Amy Lee’s “Love Exists” when I was reading thru some portions of “Sex In The Sticks.”
I laughed. I cried. I almost stuck my nose to my e-reader while reading sexy parts. So, maybe Amy helped me visualize Valentine and Logan 1,000% better? Don’t know. But this much I know: THIS. WAS. EVERYTHING. Kudos, Sawyer!!!
SEX IN THE STICKS
A Love Hurts Novel
RELEASE DAY – MAY 2, 2017
Wake up and feel the wood! In the first of a series of irresistible standalone romances from New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett, a city girl rediscovers love and lust in the Alaskan wilderness.
Valentine French may be the sassiest dating columnist in New York City, but the abundance of metrosexuals in her adopted metropolis is seriously cramping her style. Where are the beefy all-American boys? Hoping to find some inspiration, Val heads to Alaska, where the men outnumber the women fifteen to one and wrestle grizzly bears for sport. Or so she can only imagine. Suddenly the most eligible bachelorette in a town full of horny lumberjacks, Val is writing her best columns ever. But if she doesn’t get her nose out of her laptop, she just might miss out on Mr. Right.
Logan Burke is the sheriff of the little podunk town that Val finds so charmingly backward. He’s not that different from the guys she’s using for her little experiment; it’s just that one date would never be enough for Logan. As he listens to Val complain about love over beers in the local tavern, he realizes that she can’t see the forest for the trees. Because if she would ever give up her Prada bags and fourteen-dollar martinis, Logan would give her the only luxury that matters: his heart.