Publish: March 17th 2015 by Avon Impulse
Format: ebook, 272 pages
Rating: 5 / 2.5
Synopsis: College drop-out Roxy Cumberland moved to New York with dreams of becoming an actress, but her dwindling bank account is quickly putting the kibosh on that fantasy. To make some quick cash, she signs up to perform singing telegrams. Her first customer is a gorgeous, cocky Manhattan trust-funder if she ever laid eyes on one. And what could be more humiliating than singing an ode to his junk, courtesy of his last one night stand? Maybe the fact that she’s dressed in a giant pink bunny costume . . .Review:
After a night out to celebrate winning his last case, lawyer Louis McNally the Second isn’t prepared for the pounding in his head or the rabbit serenading him from the front door. But the sassy wit and sexy voice of the girl behind the mask intrigue him, and one look at her stunning face—followed by a mind-blowing kiss against his doorjamb—leaves Louis wanting more.
Roxy doesn’t need a spoiled rich boy who’s had everything in life handed to him on a Tiffany platter. But there’s more to Louis than his sexy surface and he’s determined to make Roxy see it...even if it means chasing her all over NYC.
This wasn't the first book from Tessa Bailey that I read but it was the worst so far. It started out as an interesting idea and even a funny story but there was so much horrible element in the book, it hurts.
I really like the author wristing style but tha spacing here was quite erratic. The whole story played out in a couple of days and it was one of the worst case of insta love. And there were the 'intim' scenes where they built up so much sexual tension and in the end nothing happens. It wouldn't have been a probem, because you know a little suspense never bad, but these little scenes went on and on, page after page sometimes even whole chapters and after the third or fourth time it became really frustrating and even boring. Add to this the fact that there was not much of a story behind everything else so you can imagine. Oh and for the reader it quite obvious what's going to be the conflict so basicly you just wait for the disaster from the beginning.
As for the chaarcters there was a couple of really promising one but we didn't get to know them. The book was totally Roxy and Louis centric. Roxy had a complex chararacter wich I personally hated. No matter how much the writer wanted to present her as an independet, strong and confident female, her actions and the thing she said refuted this. In my opinion she was insecure and honestly abit cheap. She fighted her feelings and the people around her every turn and she acted really ugly at times. She was obnoxious and even her sad and lonley past couldn't change my mind about her.
There was Louis whom I actually liked, he was one of the most real character I read abut. He was honestly trying to hel Roxy and was proud of her, he confessed that it was her first attempt at a relationship and was exected to make mistakes. He didn't deserved what Roxy dished out for him and in his place I would have droped her after her second episode. Point for him because he didn't give up.
The only thing that kept me going was the little but many funny moments in the book and I was curious about the secondary characters. So its not the book to read from Tessa Bailey if you really want to get to know her best works. Managable but won't be anybody favorite.
He dragged a hand through his unkempt black hair. “Am I still drunk, or are you dressed like a rabbit?”
His voice was rough from sleep. Probably not his usual voice. That had to be the reason her tummy did a backflip. “I’m dressed like a rabbit.”
“Okay.” He tilted his head. “Should I be drunk for this?”
“If anyone should be drunk for this, it’s me.”
“Good point.” He jerked his thumb back toward his dark apartment. “I think there’s some tequila left—”
“You know what?” This is my life right now. How did I get here? “I think I’m all set.”
He nodded once, as if out of respect for her decision. “So what now?”
“Are you . . .” She consulted her slip of paper through the round eyeholes. “Louis McNally?”
“Yeah.” He leaned against the doorjamb and considered her. “I was named after my grandfather. So, technically, I’m Louis McNally the Second. How’s that for fancy?”“Why are you telling me this?”
“Just making small talk.”
“Is this a typical Thursday exploit for you? Get a lot of forest creatures on your doorstep?”
“You’d be the first.”
“Well, then. Call me Pink Bunny the First. How’s that for fancy?” When he laughed, she was grateful for the mask that hid her unexpected smile. Honestly, this situation was getting more ridiculous by the minute. She definitely didn’t have time for this. At one o’clock she was auditioning for a small theater company’s ironic production of Lassie. Priorities, Roxy.
“You sound cute.” He squinted at her, as if attempting to see through the plastic mask. “You cute under there, bunny?”
“Being that your one-night stand from last night sent me here to sing for you, I don’t know if that matters,” she answered sweetly.
“Cute girls trump all.” One dark eyebrow rose. “What was that about singing?”
Roxy cleared her throat, letting the horrifically stupid lyrics imprint on her brain. Lyrics she hadn’t written, thanks God. The sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could get out of the suffocating costume and forget this ever happened. Until tomorrow. When she was scheduled to dress like a giant bumble bee. For fuck sake.
Make every performance count. Channeling Liza Minnelli, she cocked one hip and raised the opposite hand.
To my hot shot honey bunny
Last night we went places and had some fun-ny
You brought me home and we skipped the small talk
Now I’m daydreaming about your perfect
Stop.” Louis shook his head slowly. “Jesus, please, make it stop.”
Roxy let her hand drop to her side. “You better be complaining about the lyrics and not my singing.”
“I—sure.” He scanned the hallway, looking relieved when he saw that none of his neighbors had overheard. “Who did you say sent you?”
She stared back at him, dumbfounded. Not that he could tell with the mask hiding her face. “You had more than one girl over last night?”
“I was celebrating,” he said defensively. “Don’t be a judgmental rabbit. They’re the worst.”