|What an incredibly delightful book. If you’re a romance reader then you needn’t look any farther because The KISS Quotient is IT! Helen Hoang has crafted a romance that is hilarious, ultra swoony and decadently evocative. It will make your heart swell with all the feels while making your toes curl with all the OTHER feels. I have not enjoyed a book this much in a long time.
I picked up this book without much knowledge about it except that it was and I quote “Fucking amazing!” So, with a recommendation like that I dove into it and found that within a few chapters I could not seem to devour this book fast enough. I was completely smitten with it’s leading male, Michael and the same time equally entranced by It’s leading lady, Stella. Both were intriguing characters on their own, but put them together on a page and the fire between them would burn you in the best way possible. Their moments together were both sweet and deliciously expressive, tinged with the right amount of swoon that I seriously had to fan myself.
Not only am I smitten with it’s main characters but it’s side characters lend a bit of extra life to this romance that doesn’t feel forced or out of place. I also admire how incredibly understanding Michael is with Stella’s condition and how he continued to surprise me on so many levels. You can see how I just adore his character and don’t think I could ever get enough of him. *le sigh* A girl can dream.
Helen Hoang is an author to watch out for and I can only happily anticipate what she has in store for us next. Don’t walk but run to the book store and get THE KISS QUOTIENT TODAY!!
THE KISS QUOTIENT
by Helen Hoang
THE KISS QUOTIENT by Helen Hoang
“You’ve watched Pretty Woman too many times. Kissing doesn’t mean anything, and it’s always best if you’re not thinking too much in bed. Trust me,” he said.
Her mouth thinned into a stubborn line. “This is too important for me not to think. I’d rather not kiss anymore if you don’t mind.”
Michael’s irritation redoubled, and he forced his hands to relax before he popped all his blood vessels. How the hell had he gotten himself into this? Ah yes, he’d been worried about his escort colleagues taking advantage of her. Stupid of him. His life was complicated enough without worrying about his clients. This was exactly why he had the one-session policy.
He would have backed out—it was tempting—but he’d promised. He always carried through on his promises. It was his way of balancing out the universe. His dad had broken enough promises for the both of them.
“All right,” he made himself say. “No kissing.”
“Do the other plans look okay?” she asked.
He forced himself to read them and found them pretty similar, only she’d moved from hand jobs to blowjobs and changed the sexual positions.
Amused despite himself, he said, “I’m surprised you used the terms ‘doggy style’ and ‘cow girl.’”
Her cheeks went bright red, and she adjusted her glasses. “I’m inexperienced, not clueless.”
“Your plans are missing something important.” He held his hand out, and she placed the pen in his palm with wary motions.
She tilted her head to the side as she watched him write FOREPLAY at the top of all the plans in capital letters. As an afterthought, he drew a box in front of each iteration with hard stabs of the pen.
“But why? I was under the impression men don’t need it.”
“You do,” he said flatly.
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “You don’t have to bother with me.”
He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not a bother. Most men like foreplay. I do. Getting a woman hot is satisfying as hell.” Besides, he was not having sex with her if she wasn’t ready. No fucking way.
Swallowing, she stared down at the menu. “So you’re saying I don’t have a chance to improve.”
“What? No.” His mind scrambled to figure out why she might say that and came up with nothing.
“You saw how I reacted. It was one button.”
“And then you slept with me all night. You were basically naked, and you cling.”
“Are you two ready to order?” the waitress interjected. Judging by the amused glimmer in her eyes, she’d caught the last part of their conversation.
Stella perused the dinner options, her nails picking at the fabric edging of the menu.
“We’ll have the special,” Michael said.
“Wise choice. I’ll leave you to it.” The waitress winked, gathered the menus, and disappeared.
“What’s the special?” Stella asked.
“I have no idea. Let’s hope it’s not woolly.”
A troubled frown bracketed her mouth, and she leaned forward hesitantly, meeting his eyes for the briefest second. “What exactly do you mean by ‘cling?’”
Michael grinned. “It means you like to cuddle when you’re asleep.”
She looked so horrified Michael couldn’t help laughing. “I confess to liking it.” Which was the truth, and unlike him. Cuddling was an obligatory thing he did for his clients because he understood they needed it. He usually spent the time counting the seconds until he could leave and go home to shower. Holding Stella had been nothing like that. They hadn’t had sex, so there’d been nothing to wash away, and the trusting way she’d curled into him had made him feel things he didn’t want to think about.
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