A funny and sensuous Romance that’s a breath of warm Summer air…
I have been waiting for this book since its cover and blurb reveal. When the advanced copy landed on my lap I did my crazy lady dance and thanked the heavens and their gods that I could devour it! I am certifiably insane, I know, but the premise of this book got me so moist and excited that that blessed day really was one of the best ever! So, I really love Prescott Lane – she has the whole Rom Com on pointe. But it still astounds me how her humour doesn’t get in the way of telling her characters’ stories.
Every woman needs to know her man will fight for her, protect her, go to battle to keep her…
I found it really easy to relate to Emerson. This probably why I’m still buzzing about The Sex Bucket List, from her insecurities to the way she loves her kids, from her put together list making organised side all the way to her sexual discovery one… She’s just one HOT mama, I want to be her when I grow up – without the ex-husband. I’m quite happy to keep the one I already have. Although, Mateo is pretty friggin special! I think I actually love him. He’s cute and caring and all alpha male. Simply exquisite. Talk about a generous lover. He’s in complete contrast to Emerson’s ex-husband Ryan – I’d actually love to dick-punch him. The guy is a flaky tool. Good ridance!
I’m want to be there holding you, kissing you, feeling your warm skin. Watching isn’t enough. It could never be enough.
Anywho, back to Emerson and Mateo. Their chemistry had me enslaved to the book. I was drooling just from their flirty interactions and the libido sizzle he cooked up in Emerson. The guy is sex on legs. End of. However, his softer side is just as enthralling. He had me swooning and pining over him. So freaking BAD. Some of his one-liners reduced me to complete mush, like puddle of goo… Both of these characters are so well executed, Lane really has a knack for creating characters that just fit and stick together. Emerson’s character in particular could’ve had a boring lull to her, but if anything her spunk and heart hook you draw you in and hook you from beginning to end.
This is the new me, the independent me, the MILF, the woman who proudly wears her vibrator around her neck.
I’m not going to lie I was expecting a bit of a sex fest, HOWEVER, Prescott Lane got the balance so right. Although the story is about Emerson discovering her sexuality, the sex never overpowers the storyline. This is a sensuous and sexy story that’s every bit as steamy as a sauna at peak time. But it’s also got such a female empowering premise to it. The things Mateo does to her are just so delicious and tantalising, yet there isn’t a single moment that feels cheap, dirty or degrading. It was such a pleasure to feel a part of their story without having that weird cringe moment where you feel like the third wheel.
As a general rule, I don’t think the penis is a particularly pretty body part. Don’t get me wrong, I like dick as much as the next girl, but I’m not going to go all poetic about the way it looks. Mateo’s dick, however, is an entirely different subject.
It’s needless to say that I absolutely, completely LOVED reading Mateo and Emerson’s story. This is that book that’ll cheer you up like an old episode of Sex and The City. This is the book that I’m going to be pulling out on holidays, when I want something humorous, light and bright to just make me feel as warm inside as on the outside. Reading this book was like drawing a massive breath of fresh summer air. It made me laugh, it brought me to tears and most of all it made me fall in love.
Grab the headboard … fuck my mouth, baby.
The Sex Bucket List is OUT NOW!!!
About the Book
I’m Emerson, and my “to do” list is longer than I’d like. You might wonder what kind of woman comes up with a sex bucket list? Answer — the kind who’s been in a sex drought, has two crazy girlfriends encouraging her, and one too many bottles of wine.
This kind of list requires special skill. And I have just the man in mind to help me. He’s younger. So that checks one thing off my list. And he’s the kind of man every woman should sleep with at least once in her life. The kind of man who knows his way around a woman’s body. And God, I’d like him to know mine.
Armed with new lingerie and a fancy high-tech vibrator, I’m taking charge. Of love, of life, and my libido. How hard can that be? Well, judging by the rate of pole dancing injuries, I might be in trouble.
But how much trouble can one woman get in? Giving your panties to a stranger isn’t illegal in Georgia, is it?
Our kiss is hard and rough, and it has my legs clenching together. His hands go to my ass, pulling my dress up slightly, lifting me up onto the edge of my desk, grinding against me. Wearing a wrap dress today was a good call. I usually wear wrap dresses because they are no fuss, add a nice cinch to my waist, and feel like pajamas. Easy access wasn’t one of the reasons, but I’m thankful for it now.
Wrestling with his shirt, I yank it out of his pants, desperate to feel his skin under my fingertips. His tongue finds my neck, and he kisses a path along my collarbone. I thrust against every hard inch of him. He pulls on the tie of my dress, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Picking me up, he pushes me up against the floor-to-ceiling window.
I can’t remember the last time a guy banged me up against a wall, or a window, for that matter. This is a perk of being with a younger man. Am I really going to do this? In my office? In the middle of the day? He must feel my hesitation because he lowers my legs to the ground, flipping me towards the window, his hard dick pushing up against my ass, his warm breath tickling my neck.
He whispers in my ear, “Number 19. Orgasm in a public place. I’m saying this counts.” I look down the few stories to the busy Atlanta street, the neighboring building. Roughly, he forces my legs apart with his foot then reaches his hand between my legs and pushes my panties to the side. “Your list belongs to me,” he says, his voice hard.