"God damn my unpredictably violent and possessive tendencies." His voice cracks. "Damn them to hell."
If you've ever found yourself yelling at a New Adult book like a deranged person before going on a Like spree amongst its snarkiest, most GIF-laden reviews, and if you generally spend far more time on Goodreads than is probably good for you, then Tousle Me may well be just up your street. It was right up mine.
Featuring all the things we know and love to hate (or just plain hate) about the genre - ridiculous names, virginal and constantly confused heroine with poor alcohol tolerance, cage-fighting, ex-rock star, billionaire, 100% a dick romantic hero with fudge sundae tousled hair, slightly less attractive and slut-shamed best friend, Dark Pasts, thriller subplots, misunderstandings that keep the sex from happening yet - this made me snort my appreciation rather often. And while it may have been juuust a smidge overlong, this didn't detract from my overall enjoyment.
So go on - you know you want it...