Love. Romance. Sex. There’s a first time for everything…
As far as Bliss Edwards can tell, she’s the last virgin standing, certainly amongst her friends. And she’s determined to deal with the ‘problem’ as quickly and simply as possible.
But her plan for a no-strings one-night stand turns out to be anything but simple. Especially when she arrives for her first class and recognises her hot new British professor.
She’d left him naked in her bed just 8 hours earlier…
When I was a hormone-riddled teenager my two favorite posters sat side-by-side, on my wood chipped walls (it was the 90’s people). The first was a picture of a gorgeous male model holding a teeny tiny baby in his muscular arms.
The second had a picture of a rather charming *winks* torso, along side which it stated: “I don’t ask for much in a man he only has to be…”
It then proceeded to list an impressive collection of desirable attributes. From the evidence I’ve found within the pages of Cora Cormack’s Losing It I have a sneaky suspicion that Cora may have had the same poster on her teenage wall.
It gives me great pleasure to introduce you to my latest book crush, Garrick:
Gorgeous (and bookish!)
“He looked up from his reading, and suddenly I found it hard to swallow. He was easily the most attractive guy I’d seen tonight-blond hair falling in to crystal blue eyes, just enough scruff on his jaw to give him a masculine look without making him too hairy, and a face that could have made angels sing”
“You don’t want to finish our drinks?”
He took my hand, and pressed his lips against the inside of my wrist. “I’m already intoxicated.”
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” I asked, eyeing him standing carefully outside my door. “Is this the part where you tell me you’re a vampire?” He chuckled. “No, I promise the paleness is only because I’m British.”
Bliss’ voice was warm and distinctively kooky, like a modern, American Bridget Jones. I quickly found myself simultaneously laughing out loud and empathetically squirming along side her as she stumble from one deliciously awkward mishap to the next.
“It wasn’t until I’d walked halfway across the parking lot that I realized:
1. I wasn’t wearing shoes.
A. Or a shirt.
2. I didn’t bring my keys
A. Or anything really.
3. I’d just left a complete stranger in my apartment.
Whoever said one-night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached had clearly never met the disaster that was me.”
I absolutely loved Losing It. Funny, romantic and refreshingly free from the “emotional issues” which have featured in many of my recent New Adult reads, it is the perfect feel good, comforting read.
Posted by Caroline
Thanks to those lovely people at Ebury Press we have one copy of the UK Paperback Of Losing It to give away to one luck UK winner!