I like my books thick and spicy, just like me
Give me a good Black or urban romance any day of the week.
I read four urban romance novellas in 24 hours.
I’m still reading James, but I hadn’t picked it up in at least a week, maybe longer, and I felt like I was going into a reading slump, and the one thing that has always helped me get out of a reading slump and jump-start my book journey again is a good novella.
So, yeah. I read four of them.
The Marriage Contract by Shay Davis introduces us to Alexa Livingston, a single, cute, and curvy accountant who, according to her sister, lives like an old woman. On her solo birthday trip to Las Vegas, she meets Major League Baseball player Soul Matthias.
One drunken neat and a series of impulsive decisions later, they find themselves in a marriage contract to help rehab Soul’s bad boy image.
From the Amazon description:
Boring. Invisible. Pretty for a plus size girl. Those were all the things I felt about myself, thanks to my chosen career as an accountant and society’s depiction of the perfect female. For once, I wanted to be something, no someone, different. So, I booked a trip to Vegas for my birthday. Then, walks in Soul Matthias, treating me and my body as anything but ordinary. He lit a fire inside of me. However, it wasn’t real.
Player. Bad boy. High risk. That’s what the blogs depicted me as. That’s what baseball owners banked on to lowball my contract extension. I didn’t care about social media, but I definitely cared about my money. I had to get my act together. Then, struts in Alexa Livingston. A breath of fresh air, someone completely different than what I had ever been used to. But what we had wasn’t real. It was just a marriage contract. Or was it?
The story was cute; their romance was sweet, and while it had all the typical trappings of the fake romance trope, including an annoying episode during the third act that threatened to piss me off, I enjoyed this book all the way through and read it in one sitting.
It is vanilla spicy, and we have to wait a bit to get to the spice, but the payoff in the story makes it worth it.
Set, Jah, and Shu are the Mitchell brothers, and their books are a series by Alexandria House.
I previously read the McClain brothers series by Ms. House, and it was a banger, so I went into this series of novellas with high expectations, and I was not disappointed.
The Mitchell brothers are carrying some heavy baggage, and each of them finds solace in the comfort of a good woman. All three books fall into the insta-love trope, and while it may be wholly unrealistic in real life, on the pages of these books, it works.
And one thing about Ms. Alexandria House? She gonna give you that spice, baby.
When I say I like my books spicy? This is what I mean:
“Uh-uh,” he grunted. “Hell, naw…get up and take this dick, Tricia!”
“Oh, my godddd,” I wailed. “I can’t get up.”
“You done?” he asked. “You don’t want no more?”
“I want it. Shit, I need it. I just can’t get back up.”
“Lay on the couch, then,” he growled.
I did, and let out a weird gurgling sound when his mouth met my pussy. He licked it, spit on it, fingered it, and was inside me again before I could process what was going on.
As I dug my nails into his back, tears flowed from my eyes. “
Why you crying? This dick making you cry, baby?”
“Yyyyes!”
“Want me to stop?”
“Hell no!”
And he didn’t.
He. Didn’t.
10/10. Highly recommend.