Review: Beautiful Bastard by Christina Lauren

I laughed.

I cringed.

I cried.

I loved it!

Beautiful Bastard made me laugh out loud. I found Chloe to be funny, snarky, and someone I could completely relate to. I think my favorite line in the books was Chloe's.

"If only he would keep his mouth shut, he'd be perfect. A piece of duct tape would doe the trick. I had some in my desk that I'd occasionally pull out and fondle, hoping someday could put it to good use."

Obviously Bennett Ryan is an asshole. Why else, would Chloe want to tape his mouth shut? But what I loved about her, was that she didn't back down from him. She was an intern and at his mercy, but she didn't cower before him. She gave as good as she got!

Bennett is the Beautiful Bastard. He's gorgeous, rich, her boss, and above all else an asshole. He's rude, slams doors, and doesn't give out compliments.

When he finally touches her, sparks explode. It's instant combustion. They're all over each other and literally tear each other's clothes off.  I found it funny and creepy that he kept her torn underwear. I was also offended that he tore La Perla undies off her. LA PERLA! Really?

They finally start to get their relationship worked out and Bennett is the typical male. He screws up. Big time. Chloe does what she has to and for the next several months, they're both miserable.

I understand why Chloe did what she did. I agree with her. I don't think she had another choice. But man, it hurt to watch!

I'm really looking forward to the next one. I'm hoping that Christina Lauren can make me laugh again!

Review: Beautiful Bastard by Christina Lauren

Beautiful Bastard captivated me.  It hooked it’s dirty, naughty claws in me and wouldn’t let go till I sucked down every last drop.

Bennett Ryan and Chloe Mills have the perfect love-hate relationship; they love to hate each other.  Bennett, Mr. Beautiful Bastard himself and Chloe’s boss, comes off as an uptight jerkwad.  He’s demanding, rigid, and most times arctic.  He expects perfection.  Chloe can hold her own when it comes to him though.  She is driven, determined, and doesn’t take crap.  Get these two in a room together and my advice would be to hide the knives.

If only he would keep his mouth shut, he’d be perfect.  A piece of duct tape would do the trick.

Underneath all that detestation is an equally sexual attraction that erupts whenever they’re alone.

I wanted to slap him, and then pull him up by his shirt and lick his neck.

 

Miss Mill’s, how I hated her, how much I craved her…

These two alone anywhere, and I do mean anywhere…stairwell, dressing room, parking garage…just about short circuited my Kindle.  The sex between them was passionate, fanatical, and primal.  When they were in that moment together no one else existed.  They couldn’t stay away from each other no matter how much they tried or said they loathed one another.  Each time they swore to themselves would be the last.  But, they always came back for more.

I absolutely loved this book!  I loved that we got both their POVs.  Bennett’s thoughts about his attraction to Chloe had me laughing.  He was disgusted with himself, but wouldn’t give her up.  Chloe was appalled with her behavior.  She knew better than to let it continue, but she too couldn’t stay away.  What starts off as gritty, angry sex eventually develops into something more.  But, when you’re sleeping with your boss how far can it really go?

Lauren Billings and Christina Hobbs are a perfect match in collaboration heaven.  I anxiously await their next one.

My favorite quotes that pretty much sums Chloe and Bennett up comes from Bennett’s musings. 

I felt possessive of her.  Not in a romantic sort of way, but in a “hit her over the head, drag her off by the hair, and fuck her” way.  Like she was my toy and I was keeping the other boys in the sandbox from playing with her.  How sick was that?  If she ever heard me admit to that, she would cut off my balls and feed them to me.

The look in her eyes told me that under any other circumstances, I would either already be naked with her on top of me, or lying in a pool of my own blood on the rug.