Title: Wild Ride
Author: Juliette Jones
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Erotica
For Lacey Callihan, things couldn’t get much worse. She’s working a dead-end job, living with a dead-end boyfriend and stuck in a dead-end town. When Lacey’s boyfriend steals her life savings and hits her for questioning him, it’s the last straw. She skips town in her rust-heap of a car – which she can only pray will get her as far as Texas. And it does. Spluttering to a final stop just as she crosses the border. But when two ultra-hot cowboys pull up in their convertible red Mustang and offer her a ride, Lacey has a feeling her luck is about to change …
Lacey lives with her loser boyfriend, and works as a waitress in a trashy bar in Tulsa. She is beautiful with a flawless and perfect body, with cute freckles, waist long white-blond hair (curly at the ends which she hates), and too big tits (according to her).
After a fight with her boyfriend she cuts and runs. Her likewise trashy car breaks down, and she decides to hitchhike.
What comes after that probably is most girls’ ultimate fantasy. Who doesn’t want two stunning, gorgeous, loaded, attentive cowboys?
One of them is blond, “sun-lightened with straw-colored flicks”, cheerful and funny, with an “easy-going extrovert manner”.
The other one is dark, silent type (but only at the beginning, later he turns out to be practically a poet), brooding, and sensitive with violet-blue eyes.
Riley and Nate have “Adonis-like features and wide shoulders”. Their bodies are sculpted, pieces of art. Their manner is gentlemanly and caring, and they are “exceedingly gifted in the ways and means of pleasing a woman”. They are “virile, alluring, and magnetic”.
Especially Nate. He drives a red Mustang, and books the presidential suite. He buys Lacey a spectacular red dress, and gives her an unforgettable oral in the pool.
Evidently, all of this leads to a “bond forged in steel.”
I was annoyed by all those words in italics. I don’t like being told what to think, or what to consider important. But at least I can give you a very throughout collection of adjectives about Nate’s cock. It was not merely huge, oh, no. It was also enormous, punishing (?), mammoth (my favorite), glorious, voracious (I had to check it in a dictionary, and wow! I learned a new word!), starkly hot, and insanely hard.
It is a story built of clichés. No original thoughts here. Cliché on cliché. The characters were clichéd, the erotic scenes were clichéd, the simultaneous orgasms were clichéd.
I expected a steamy, fun erotic story, but it is a sappy romance starting with a threesome.