Sexy Jerk by Kim Karr
Each and every time Kim Karr writes a book, I’m pretty sure I say it’s my new favourite of hers. Each book just gets better and better and I end up falling head over heels in love with them. And with this book, it’s no different. THIS IS Kim’s BEST BOOK to date! I don’t know how she does it but she swept me off my feet with this sinful, yet hella sweet romance!
I actually lost count of the amount of times I swooned or physically got butterflies. I lost count of the amount of times I thought to myself “I love this guy” and “where can I get me a Nick?”. Kim’s men are ALWAYS quality alpha hero’s but there was just something about Nick that gave him that edge, that made him become my FAVE Karr hero yet!
The sexual tension that Kim has poured into Sexy Jerk relays so, so well. You feel it bubbling, you feel it building. You feel it EXPLODE. Tess & Nick are incredibly HOT. Sooooo hot. But they are also sweet and sexy. And FUN, my gosh they made my heart swell and my constant smile hurt my face. Their witty banter and hilarious back and forth really solidified these two as one hell of a couple.
Sexy Jerk as I said at the start is Kim Karr’s best book yet. Sexy and sinful, sweet and full of swoon, it easily covers all the “contemporary romance” bases and then some!
My best friend is married.
Everyone I know is married. It doesn’t bother me. I like my life the way it is.
Since I’m single though, when my best friend and her husband finally decide to go on their dream honeymoon, she asks me to watch their three-year-old son.
Of course I say yes.
What my best friend neglects to tell me is that I won’t be babysitting alone.
Feeling Max might be too much for me to handle, her husband asks his only single friend to help.
Nick Carrington and I have met a couple of dozen times. I’ve never really given him a second thought—other than to say he’s kind of a jerk. Out loud. So he can hear. Sure, he’s tall, dark, and handsome. And yes, he has the best ass I’ve ever seen, and I mean ever seen quite literally. You see he mooned me at last year’s Fourth of July barbecue because, like I said, he’s a jerk.
He always has to be the life of the party.
He’s also arrogant.
And a playboy.
I’d even go as far as to say he’s a manwhore.
Yet somehow before I know it, this manwhore and I are co-parenting. Living under the same roof. Eating meals together and yes, talking.
Don’t look at me like that—it’s not like I had a choice. Even though I knew every minute would be hell, I had to say yes.
But after two weeks what I didn’t expect to discover is that I’d been wrong about him.
That under his smart-ass exterior, he’s quite charming.
That his arrogance is really confidence.
And that the sight of his naked body would do really bad things to me.
So yes, I’d misjudged him. And yes, I like him. Really like him. Although I might still think he’s a jerk…I now think he’s a sexy jerk.
And I want more of him.
The question is—does he want more of me?