Thursday, 28 June 2012

Not Her Type by Kay Jaybee

When Jenny’s regular film courier, John, reveals how she has become the center of his sexual dream world, Jenny’s quiet existence is thrown into an arena of desire that she thought she’d long since abandoned.

One unexpected, head swimming romp later, and Jenny is left wondering if her courier will ever visit her again, and if he does, will he mention the hot sex they had on her living room floor that Tuesday afternoon, or will he pretend that it hadn’t happened?

When the following Tuesday arrives and John reappears on Jenny’s doorstep, the scene is set for a continuation of intensely kinky weekly meetings. There is only one problem. John really really isn’t Jenny’s type...

Just the table of contents had me intrigued about Not Her Type. But I didn’t linger on what was to come, because, wow, wham, bang, that first scene threw me right into the action—H.O.T.—and I was there, with Jenny, enjoying a seriously intense quickie with her hunkalicious delivery man.

Needless to say, I was hooked and this was a read-in-one-sitting book for me. I both adored and was fascinated by Jenny’s confusion over her wild attraction for John, who was Not Her Type. Learning about her history and baggage and clashing emotions made this a roller-coaster ride for her from the very beginning and I had to jump on for the exhilarating fun.

And naughty, dirty fun it was. The sex scenes are frequent and smokin’ hot but there is also a delicious blend of anticipation and introspection on the heroine’s behalf—a little titillation for the mind. The ensuing escapades are daring, fantasy-fulfilling, eye-wateringly steamy and not for the faint hearted.

John, YUM, now that guy was my type. I love tattoos and a hairy chest! And that is before I get started on his dominant streak that manages to live in harmony with an irresistible vulnerability. He’s complex, horny, one hell of a lay, and to be honest I was completely smitten with him by the end of the book.

Best Bits:

Oh My God—the most beautiful dick she had seen in years, perhaps ever.
But now, out of nowhere, right in the middle of her lounge,  , when she should have been sitting at her little desk checking other peoples’ accounts, she’d been thoroughly and expertly fucked.

John was her companionable courier; a fantasy screw. Novelty wank fodder.

“You find her and I’ll do it.”

“I’ve been pumping blood down there for the last two hours thinking of you babe, of course I’m up for it!”

The twenty-question scene! Excellent – I had to read it again!

“There is truly nothing as fantastic to behold as a fuck-me handsome man without power.”

“…now I’m going to use you. You are going to be just a thing for me to come upon. Then, when I’m done, I’m leaving; going back to work. You and your stunning body and your depraved imagination have brought me miles off my route. I’m late for my next delivery already, so don’t you say a word to hold me up further. Not a bloody word!”

The tasks!

The author expertly plays with the power shifts between these characters and the old idea of ‘can a relationship just about the sex work’ is articulately and erotically played with. What can I say in conclusion other than go grab a copy of this seriously hot book, though be warned, because I for one will never be able to look another courier man in the eye again!

1 comment:

Kay said...

What a wonderful review! Many thanks. NHT was great fun to write xx