Don’t let that adorable cover fool you – this is the steamiest book I’ve read in months, and there’s very minimal comedy. It does have light, rom com-style vibes and a storyline that feels pretty fluffy, but it’s definitely not your typical rom com. For one, this features a group of proudly single, 40ish women who are successful on their own and don’t need a man to keep them company. I loved some of the female empowerment messages that were included, but didn’t find it easy to connect to these blonde, beautiful, self-described “hookup artists, serial daters, cougars, and sugar mamas.” That definitely left me feeling a bit disconnected, and the single perspective paired with a focus on steam didn’t help matters. Amongst all of that steam was the foundation of a solid romance – but this doesn’t quite stick the landing.
The story follows Lizzy, a successful luxury real estate agent who just turned 40 and decided that she might be ready for some changes in her life. While love is not something she’s looking for, Lizzy would be interested in having a baby – preferably made the very fun, old-fashioned way. When her friends take her drunken daydreaming a little more seriously than expected, Lizzy finds herself the focus of an ad that seeks a billionaire looking to put a baby in her with no strings attached. Tech guy and former nerd Braun responds to Lizzy’s post, and it’s not long before these two find themselves with a whole lot of chemistry on their hands – and nothing but determination to make a baby.
I’m a huge rom com lover, but I went outside of my comfort zone a little bit to read Wilder’s heartbreakingly fantastic The Cabin last year – one of my absolute favorite romances of 2020. So this really should’ve been a homerun for me, and it just wasn’t. I had a lot of trouble relating to Lizzy, and we only get her perspective. Braun remains very much a mystery – I still don’t completely understand his motivations, I don’t have any idea why he’d be willing to give up his own baby, and they don’t actually do enough talking for me to feel like they moved past lust. That’s a problem. Lizzy doesn’t seem to wonder about those things either – she barely thinks about the baby at all – and there’s also no mention of the basics (when she’s actually ovulating, taking a pregnancy test after sleeping together, the reality that the process will probably take longer since she’s 40, etc.). The ending is also a problem for me, as is the “funny” conversation where one of the heroine’s friends laughs about that time she sexually assaulted a guy in college. So, while I loved some of the topics explored in this, I loved the subtle moments of connection, I loved the hero, and I loved the growth in intimacy that’s depicted through the steamy scenes… I didn’t love the book as a whole. I appreciated receiving an early copy (and am voluntarily leaving a review), but I’m definitely on the fence about this one.
It was just supposed to be just a 40th birthday prank for our boss after a wild night of girlfriends, laughter, and a LOT of margaritas.
When we placed the ad in the newspaper, we never thought anyone would actually answer it.
We also didn’t think that Laurel would be so brainless as to put Lizzy’s actual phone number in the ad…
Beautiful, successful single woman, 40, seeks attractive male billionaire to impregnate her the old fashioned way. No strings. NOT seeking sugar daddy. Validation required. Serious inquiries only, please.
What could possibly go wrong? Everything.
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“Oh god, if I eat another taco I’m gonna barf,” I said, pushing back from the table. “So good. So full.”
“Quitter,” Teddy said, stuffing the last of a taco into her mouth. Seven? Eight? I don’t even know. These were not small tacos, either. “Best tacos I’ve ever had. I’m gonna gain ten pounds to my ass and thighs from eating so many, but fuck, so good. Worth it.”
“I’ll just drag you to Zumba and we can dance our asses off, literally,” Kat said, polishing off another taco herself.
Teddy made the sign of the cross. “Begone, Satan. Exercise is from El Diablo and I categorically refuse to do it.”
“Wanna know my secret? Lots and lots of very athletic sex,” Laurel quipped. Or at least, I figured it was a quip. With Laurel, you never knew. “And walking. I walk every night. I put in my earbuds and I turn on an audiobook and I walk. And squeeze my butt cheeks a lot. Firms ‘em up.”
“That’s exercise,” Kat said, droll.
“No, it’s just walking. I don’t even get warm,” Laurel answers, dead serious. “I don’t like to get sweaty and out of breath unless there’s a dick inside me.”
“Just asking for a friend here,” I said, tracing my finger through salt on the rim of my margarita glass, which had not been empty at any point in the evening, which was beginning to wane into night, “but what counts as athletic sex? I mean, I like to think I get it on like Donkey Kong, but I’m not sure what constitutes as athletic.”
“Ever try the wheelbarrow?” Laurel smirked at me. “That’ll get ya sweaty real fast.”
I blinked. “The…wheelbarrow.”
“Yeah. Just what it sounds like.” Laurel took a long drink from her margarita. “He’s standing up, holding your legs, you’re face down with your hands braced on the floor, and he’s drilling you while you hold yourself up. Takes a lot of upper body strength.” She snorted, giggled.
“Unless you just do like a headstand sort of move, but the angle’s better if you hold yourself up.”
“Sounds hard,” I said. “Why would you do that? How is it any better than prone bone on a bed?”
“Because,” Laurel answered, pointing a finger at me, and I wasn’t sure if it was her finger wavering or my eyesight, or both. “Because of geometry. He can hold your legs wider apart, for one thing, and for another, it’s just a different angle. The dick feels different. I dunno. You just have to try it to understand.”
“Wow,” I snickered. “Just wow.”
“What?” Laurel shrugged, her expression demure and arch. “I like fun fucking.”
Zoe spluttered around a mouthful of margarita, caught it with a napkin, shaking with laughter. “Fun fucking?”
“Also known as adventure sex.” Laurel handed Zoe another napkin. “Although the two are slightly different. Fun fucking is weird positions. Like pretty much ninety percent of the Kama Sutra.”
“And what, pray tell, is adventure sex?” Autumn asked. “Inquiring minds would like to know.”
“Anything risky,” Laurel answered. “In the bathroom of a bullet train in Japan, or under the bleachers at your nephew’s football game, or…or handjobs under a table at a black-tie gala.”
I set my glass down slowly. “You have not.”
“Let’s make that a game of two truths and a lie,” Laurel said. “I’ve done two of those.”
Teddy stabbed a finger at Laurel. “I know for a fact you don’t have a nephew. And also that’s gotta be, like, illegal.”
“How in the hell did you manage it in the bathroom of a bullet train?” Zoe asked. “Those things are not large.”
“That was both risky and athletic.” She smirked, bit her lip with a lecherous gleam in her eye.
“It required careful timing to get both of us in there at the same time without anyone noticing. And then he leaned back against the wall and I squatted on his knees and basically twerked myself to an O on him. Tricky, but worth it.”
“I had no idea you were so kinky,” Autumn said.
Laurel held up a finger. “It’s not kinky. Kink is, like, bondage and S and M, and foot fetishes and furries. I just like fun positions in fun places.”
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NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY, WALL STREET JOURNAL and international bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. Her bestselling titles include ALPHA, STRIPPED, WOUNDED, and the #1 Amazon and international bestseller FALLING INTO YOU. You can find her on her farm in Northern Michigan with her husband, author Jack Wilder, her six children and menagerie of animals.
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