✮✮✮WELL HUNG is now available! ✮✮✮
A hot and hilarious standalone romantic comedy, WELL HUNG is about an easy going, and well hung gentleman who’s been burned by love in the past but finds himself falling fast and hard for the one person he cannot have. It takes everything you love about a Lauren Blakely novel –witty dialogue, smoking hot sex scenes, and heartfelt moments –and puts them into one fantastic book! Told in the guy's POV, WELL HUNG is the sexy, irreverent tale of what happens when a carpenter who's good with all his tools accidentally marries his gorgeous and fiery assistant one night in Vegas. The trouble is...what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas in this twist on an office romance.
"Well Hung should come with the label 'Satisfaction Guaranteed' because there isn't one single sentence I didn't absolutely love of this story! This book has laugh-out-loud humor as well as a romance that's both heartwarmingly sweet and deliciously dirty."
-Yvette at Nose Stuck in a Book
"Deliciously naughty and side-splittingly hilarious!"
-Kelly at Beneath the Covers
ABOUT WELL HUNG:
✮✮✮ WELL HUNG is here!✮✮✮
From the NYT Bestselling author of MISTER O, comes a hot and hilarious new standalone...
Here's what you need to know about me -- I'm well-off, well-hung and quick with a joke. Women like a guy who makes them laugh--and I don't mean at the size of his d*ck. No, they want their funny with a side of huge... not to mention loyal. I've got all that plus a big bank account, thanks to my booming construction business. Yup. I know how to use all my tools.
Enter Natalie. Hot, sexy, smart, and my new assistant. Which makes her totally off limits...
Hey, I'm a good guy. Really. I do my best to stay far away from the kind of temptation she brings to work. Until one night in Vegas...
Yeah, you've heard this one before. Bad news on the business front, drowning our sorrows in a few too many Harvey Wallbangers, and then I'm banging her. In my hotel room. In her hotel room. Behind the Titanic slot machine at the Flamingo (don't ask). And before I can make her say "Oh God right there YES!" one more time, we're both saying yes--the big yes--at a roadside chapel in front of a guy in press-on sideburns and a shiny gold leisure suit.
But it turns out what happened in Vegas didn't stay in Vegas. And now, my dick doesn't stay in my pants when she's around. I try to resist. Honest. But the more we try to keep our hands to ourselves, the more we end up naked again, and the more time I want to spend with her fully clothed, too. The question now is...do I take this woman to be my ex-wife?
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Well Hung is the third male POV Rom-Com by author Lauren Blakely. First she gave us Spencer in Big Rock, then Spencer’s friend, Nick, in Mr. O. With Nick’s twin, Wyatt in Well Hung, Lauren Blakely has hit the trifecta. I just don’t know how many times I can say “this was my favorite so far” before it sounds like I’m on repeat.
Six months ago Wyatt Hammer’s construction business was struggling. He may be great with his hands (and his tools), but managing schedules and contracts is not Wyatt’s skill set. The best decision he ever made was to hire Natalie as his office manager. With her remarkable organizational skills, business at WH Carpentry & Construction is booming.
Not only is Natalie good with the books, she’ll also enthusiastically pick up a tool when a job needs an extra set of hands to finish on time. Of course the fact that she’s easy on the eyes, and has a fun, friendly and sassy personality doesn’t hurt either. The attraction is evident, but Wyatt has one rule: never mix business with your personal life. He’s made that mistake more than once, and this time, Wyatt is determined not to mess up a good thing.
When asked to bid on a kitchen remodel for a client’s Las Vegas property, Wyatt and Natalie find themselves in Sin City with all the temptations that implies. One night of drinking, roller-coastering, and several stolen kisses and climaxes, have Wyatt and Natalie waking up with a tell-tale piece of jewelry on their respective left hands.
Being inside the head of Wyatt Hammer was perpetually entertaining. He’s a good guy with a quick wit. There were times when I actually felt sorry for him. I knew he was in love with Natalie before he did, so there were times when he frustrated me to no end. It was clear (at least to me) that the nuptials were not as big a mistake as Wyatt tried to make them out to be. Natalie, bless her heart, would do anything to make Wyatt happy, including going along with his insistence that the marriage be annulled.
The back and forth, push and pull between Natalie and Wyatt got a little frustrating at times. Not because it wasn’t entertaining, but because it was so obvious neither of them wanted what they thought the other did. Their yes-we-should, no-we-shouldn’t exchanges had me shouting reassurance at my e-reader (for all the good it did.)
Five what happens in Vegas shouldn’t necessarily stay in Vegas stars.
"Romantic, hilarious, & ridiculously HOT!”
-Musings of the Modern Belle
"You heard it first from us: Lauren Blakely wrote the HOTTEST rollercoaster scene ever!"
-The Rock Stars of Romance
Let’s back up.How did we get from not kissing to kissing? What was that turning point? Did she lean into me? Did I move closer to her? Details matter. I’ll gladly share them.Start with six months of sexual tension. Add in two mojitos for her, two beers for me, and a couple vodka tonics. Stir that with some bad news on the business front, and top it with the cherry of Natalie’s hit-me-over-the-head-with-a-stick comment that left no question as to what she wanted…and here I am.We don’t lean into each other. There’s no inch-by-slow-sensual-inch pull. It’s not a slow burn.It’s a fiery crash. We’re two cars speeding on the highway of this night, and we slam into each other, crawl across the hoods, and kiss like crazy.Nothing is tentative about this. We go from not kissing to kissing in less than sixty nanoseconds. Yeah, I don’t really know what a nanosecond is, either. But it happens in no time.And now my hand is in her hair, yanking her close as we crush our lips together. We kiss hard and rough, fueled by pent-up desire and more than enough vodka and rum to make this inevitable.Her teeth scrape me, and I growl, loving her roughness. I suck hard on her bottom lip, and I’m rewarded by nearly the same sound from her. She’s like a tiger, and together we’re animals.I grip her head tighter, and her hands are all over me—in my hair, then down my chest, then along my arms. We kiss so deeply, it’s like we’re trying to climb each other.At some point, she breaks off, breathes out hard, then whispers in my ear, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”“Not as long as I have. Now get those lips back on mine,” I tell her, and she complies.My hands cup her cheeks, but I’m not gentle, and she doesn’t want me that way. She’s not a gentle girl. She’s badass and tough, and she wants what I want. I hold her face tightly in my hands, and she practically crawls into my lap in a rush to get closer, then closer still as she presses her tits against my chest.I’m seated on a stool at the bar, and we are putting on some kind of show. But I don’t care.My tongue searches and hunts, wanting to taste every corner of her mouth, savoring the vodka and the tonic and, most of all, the Natalie. She whimpers and moans, and I swallow every sexy sound she makes.This stool is ours. This bar is ours. The night belongs to this kiss, because it’s not a starter kiss. It contains all the clues necessary to assemble the puzzle of where this night will end.With unwavering certainty, I know what kind of kiss this is.As I explore her mouth, and she claims mine with equal urgency, I know that I will be fucking Natalie tonight.