Book Title: Room Service
Author: Poppy Dunne
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: December 7, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Prospects aren't totally bleak, though. Four meals a day, I get to drool over this sexy room service guy: he's got a perfect body, easy smile, and a sense of humor that has me snorting over my personal pizza. He's all that and a bag of chips. Specifically, the jumbo bag of ranch barbecue chips that I ordered for breakfast out of desperation on Day Four.
I finally found the courage to 'accidentally' let my bathrobe slip, and ask him to be my plus one at my brother's wedding. So maybe I had to offer him a little money. So what? There's no way I can face my family, make my ex rue the day he left me, or screw off this work stress without his helping hand.
But what happens when I find myself falling for my fake, paid-for boyfriend? Judging by the comped mozzarella sticks he brought me for breakfast, maybe there's a chance he's falling for me too?
|4.0 "Ben HOT" STARS!!!|
To start with, I might use Poppy Dunne's line to describe the book I just finished reading. "I think my sanity might snap considering it." Not in a bad way but in a good way!
I am a sucker for romantic comedy books but Room Service by Poppy Dunne is something I never expected. The book/story tested my sanity all throughout my journey with Ben and Alex. My God. These two are like two opposite poles the attraction was just too strong. And please don't let me started why I said my sanity was at stake because frankly, only dark romance and gritty, filthy subject matters tested my sanity. But this...Hands down!
Never in my entire existence I have thought of thinking something on "room service boys" but because of this book, I am changing that stat! I may be looking from now on My Own Hot Ben.
What red-blooded woman doesn’t have a fantasy of opening her door to find a gorgeous man carrying a tray of food? Delicious, delicious food, served on a silver tray, with tousled sandy blond hair and snapping blue eyes? That’s the man I’m describing, not the tray. And the man’s delicious in his own way, too.
What started as room service turned proposition for a date at three hundred bucks turned to something so interesting and scorching you may want a cold shower. And then feelings got involved but not in the cheesiest way thank God! And you really cannot blame the woman. Hot Ben opened up the carefree, the bold, the beguiling woman that she is. Family messed up or not.
Seriously, the book really is good. And I am telling this because I feel it so unique to read. This is romcom I know, but this is the kind of story you wanted to stop reading but then you just can't because you are held captive and you are so curious and you're loving it. It may be short but it was condensed in away that will leave satisfaction and contentment to readers. The characters, I have nothing to say. They are unforgettable because they have this strong chemistry and right from the start you can feel deep connection with them. And it's not so hard to love them. The inner dialogues are so damn funny and the scenes with family were so insane. And who in their right minds can forget the "incredible finger dexterity" of Ben?That taxi scene were just so PERFECT!Add up that scene in the game room and I am a goner.Hoot!!! Way to make a sex scene Poppy because you definitely nailed it.
But more than that is the fact that the book even a lighthearted one delivered a one beautiful story that depicts forgiveness. And that's one of the reasons why I love this story. As Ben put it, "Be quick to forgive. Forgive yourself. Forgive your partner. And forgive others. But only if they’re willing to own up to their own mistakes.”
Kudos Poppy Dunne! Truly, Ben Always Delivers.
“Really? She’s never mentioned you before,” Mom purrs. But damn it, Ben’s ready for her.
“I wanted to tell everyone right away, but she waited. That’s one of the things I love about her—how wise she is. When you have something special, you take it slow.” Then he leans down and presses his lips to my cheek, just a whisper of a touch. Instantly, and startlingly, my insides kind of gel together. Thank god he’s holding me up. “That’s part of the reason I’m so excited to meet all of the family now. You should be so proud of your daughter.”
His confident smile is killing Mom right now. He’s throwing a bucket of water on her, and we’re watching as the witch melts down to a cream pair of Manolo Blahniks and a spilled cosmopolitan.
Her horror at being unable to mock me gives me life. It spurs me on. Move in for the kill, Alex. I grip Ben by his lapel.
“You always know just what to say,” I murmur, trying to sound kittenish. Then I get up on my tiptoes and kiss him.
It’s supposed to be a moment to make Mom uncomfortable and get out of our faces. But the second our lips connect, a hot spark shoots through my body. Instead of freezing or shoving me away—which Ben could do, because I’m borderline assaulting him right now—he pulls me closer. Our bodies melt together.
My head tips back and I inadvertently sigh into his mouth, my lips opening just a little, and that’s when I feel his tongue trace my lower lip, then stroke against mine just hard enough to make my pulse race. There’s nothing in our verbal contract that mentions making out, but I can’t stop myself from reaching up my arms to twine around his neck. As we kiss his hands slide down my back, a little possessive. I think I’m getting dizzy. Man, this guy is a good actor.
He trails his fingers just above the curve of my ass, too. Classy, but still enough to make an onlooker a little uncomfortable. Bullseye. We break apart, even though part of me would like to stay locked to his face. Mom’s gulped down her drink in one go, clearly desperate to get the hell away from her daughter’s happiness. It feels good.
“Well. You two have a pleasant evening.” She says it like we’re a pair of strangers whom she just walked in on to find screwing in a corner of the bathroom. “Go find Rollie before you…do whatever it is you do.” I want to say ‘have sex in the front hall,’ but think better of it. She walks away from us, stiff-kneed and red-faced. My mother tried to embarrass me and got it thrown right back in her face. It’s like Christmas in February.
Though watching her walk away like I just stripped in front of her is kind of like a stiletto to the heart. Since Todd and I broke up—hell, since I took myself out to California and basically flipped her kind of life the double bird—she’s been distant. At least, more distant than she used to be. I can’t help wishing she could just be happy for me and the man I paid to be my date. Is that so much to ask?
After ten years of hiding behind a bathroom door, Poppy Dunne has sent both children to school, emerged from the bathroom, and is excited to release Room Service, a romantic comedy plotted mostly on the toilet.
Poppy writes books with relatable heroines who speak their minds and whose riotous inner dialogue reflects their complex characters. Her goal is to deliver a story that has equal parts heart, romance and humor. Her heroes are swoon worthy, yet hold on to your suspension of disbelief, because they pick up their own socks and cook.
In her free time, she looks for hobbies other than Netflix and procrastinating to fill out this author bio. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and children.