Release Blitz and Review! Too Much Information – Missy Johnson
next you’re lying in the back seat of your best friend’s car as she races you
to the ER.And not the closest one either.
No. You’re headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five
minutes away is where you start your residency next week.
So there you are, lying in cubical nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about
to examine you isn’t young, sexy or male.
Of course he’s all three.
Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the
single most embarrassing moment of my life.
Discovering he’s my brother’s new roommate is even worse.
Alright, y’all. I love this Awkward Love series so far, and Too Much Information wasn’t an exception, just something didn’t hit the right spot for me? Could be just me. Regardless! The book was well written, the humor is always such a bonus in this series, and the steamy sexy times! Lawd!
Laura and Luke meet in the most awkward way, him digging a sex toy out of her in the ER. No big deal, she’ll never see this super hot doctor again. But of course she does, or this book couldn’t be in the Awkward Love Series. So not only is he her brothers friend, but he is about to be working at the same hospital with her, and temporarily needs to live with her. All a bunch of crazy things that coincide to make one awkward time. Once they get past the weirdness of everything, they have great chemistry. Laura is frantic and constantly needing to be in control, and Luke is like her center. He’s a calmer individual and more easy going than she is, they really balance each other well.
Amazing secondary characters as always, who really bring the story along. I adored Iris, and I want a friend like Becca. The story line seemed to really be going along and then for some unknown reason it just started to slow down and sputter out. Again, this could be just me having this thought for the book. I won’t even broach the secret that gets discovered, it just all didn’t fit well for me. But I will continue to read the Awkward Love series because I love Missy Johnson books!
pounds on the door just as orgasm number six tapers off. I can barely move by
this point, but I made it to the door to unlock it before number six and that’s
the main thing. Now all I need is for her to get this thing out of me.
she calls out. “Are you going to let me in?”
open,” I manage to get out.
in, her eyes widening at the sight of me hunched over the couch, thighs
clenched, rocking back and forth on the floor. At least I’m not naked. I managed to half squirm my way into a
dress that I found lying on the floor in my room—though I must look a mess—with
only one arm through the hole and the skirt bunched up around my waist. Now
that I think about it, I’m not sure why I even bothered. She sprints over to
me, crouching down beside me.
you okay?” She glares at me as I let out a strangled sob. “Tell me what’s
wrong?” she says. She looks me over, her eyes wide with concern. “Were you
attacked? Did someone break in and rape you? Talk to me, Laura. Should I be
calling an ambulance? The police?” Her dark eyes study mine as I struggle to
form words to answer any of her questions. “For God’s sake, Laura. Say
ambulance,” I mutter.
clamp my legs together, gasping as my body begs for relief. This is a
nightmare. I point to the bedroom, where the box is still lying on the bed.
Becca stalks through to my room, returning a few seconds later with the box in
her hands. Her eyes widen, to the point where they’re nearly ready to fall out
of her head.
sweat pouring out of places I didn’t know sweat could form. She clasps her
hands over her mouth and stifles her laughter, before quickly kneeling down
next to me.
you want me to do? Dig it out? I’ll do that for you,” she says as I glare at
her. “Wait… I should’ve asked before offering. Front or back?”
growl, my voice high noting at the end.
sorry, it was a legitimate question,” she cries, holding her hands up in
defense. “You know I don’t handle poop. How on earth did you manage to get it
stuck in there in the first place?” she asks, shaking her head.
discuss this later, after it’s been
removed from my vagina?” I beg her.
I’m sorry. Okay, let’s get you down to my car.”
say, alarmed. “What happened to you offering to help me—”
seriously want me digging around in there like I’m looking for loose change
down the back of the couch?” she asks seriously. Then she giggles, but she
stops when she sees my expression. “Sorry. Disturbing mental image. You
understand this is pushing the friendship boundaries, right?”
weakly. Oh, I understand it, all right.
and helps me climb up properly onto the couch while I try to steady myself as
my body begins to convulse. God, not
again. I wipe a layer of sweat off my forehead and rock back and forth,
riding out the orgasm as I whimper into the cushion. Then I gasp, clenching my
thighs again, until it passes.
coming already? But I haven’t even worked my magic hands on you yet,” she
jokes, flexing her fingers. “Hey, do you have any kitchen gloves, or—”
it out,” I beg her.
grumbles as she gets down onto her knees. She lifts up the skirt of my dress
and peers between my legs. “Hey, you smell really good. What kind of body wash
do you use?”
sorry,” she mutters. “Focus.”
husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks
he’s a dog…you get the picture).
something to read.