You know all those things that girls and women with sand in their vaginas start yelling about not liking about books like this before you can say, ‘it’s really not like that’.
‘Porn? That guy is a slut.’
‘I don’t like books where there is cheating.’
‘It’s about the sex industry!’
I’m not here to argue with you. This book is just one of the ones that I loved most this year. Read it or don’t read it, you have sand in your crotch; I don’t care! This book is far better than all that silly crap you have been wibbly lipped, schmoozing about while being boozy over wine. It’s not worth it to me to convince you to read a fan-effin’-tastic book that has an INCREDIBLEFREAKINGSTORY that has spanked me twice and called me Sally, but then got it right and called me Ali. I know that there are just some dried up, sandy vaginas that wouldn’t know a good romance if it was strongly urged for them by a well informed book reviewer. I know no matter what I say you aren’t going to suck up your wrongly assumed preconceived notions to take the chance on it.
Sit back wino, and sip your Merlot. I’m sure you can find another Nicholas Sparks book that will be to your liking. He drops those like John Green drops facts, there will be something touching and monotonous in a few–I mean Nicholas Sparks is touching and monotonous, I find Mental Floss incredible titillating.
Autumn just had her well planned world tossed on it’s head, the parts and pieces were shaken out of place when her fiance is found in the sack with a blast from her school days. Only thing is this isn’t school anymore; it is time that Autumn grows up and puts on her big girl pants and GTFO’s of town. With no notice Autumn shows up to crash with her BFF, Tawny, only to find Tawny isn’t around; but Autumn’s arrival to Tawny’s home and her world is a step into the twilight zone because her bestie hasn’t been completely straight with her about her career or her house and housemate. They aren’t precisely R Rated… They aren’t even X Rated. There aren’t enough X’s in the world for Jared Reynolds because he isn’t from the same galaxy as Autumn and she has no clue as to what in hell to do about her situation regarding her ex, Tawny not being home, and Jared existing in general. It’s all enough to overload her circuitry.
The adult film industry is big business and porn is not the same as whoring. Jared gets paid for making movies, that is true; but he’s not getting paid to eff people. A lot of people don’t understand the business and find him and his job distasteful. When Autumn enters his house it’s the equivalent of the newly sighted being given the world to explore. Her eyes are everywhere and the fact is never more obvious she doesn’t belong but he knows who she is and he doesn’t want her anywhere else. The relationship between the two of them is not as so many of you sandy vagina wine drinkers might grouse about! There is no setting where she is at home making peanut butter and jelly sammiches for him, cutting the crusts off, and he’s getting his testicles tickled on set. There are a LOT of boundaries in this book which makes their relationship AMAZEKITTENS, and makes you crotch grousers even more bitter sounding. Stop pushing your insecurities on good books, not all situations in books like this are set up so that someone is a dirtbag cheater. You are cheating on this book with Nicholas Sparks, heartless whore!
So why, Ms. Ali, does this book rate so highly on your scale of awesome books of the year?
Well, I love the fact that the characters are very layered and multifaceted. Jared is a hot mess and his sexy, mofo, wonderkittenness is wrapped up in a enchilada wrapper of effed-up, what-the-hell that makes some of Amanda Bynes issues look smallcakes. Still you never lose the fact that even when he is 89% of broken parts he is still 11% of SEX GOD and for some reason you still want to bow to him and let him tie you in knots and shove things… wait! This was a review not a therapy session, my apologies!
On the other hand you have to love Autumn and her incredible sense of humor and her painful sense of embarrassment. I loved the characters and they made me love this story. It also takes the cake that it is an original story and not a safe concept and plot. There are immense risks taken with this story. Justine wrote it knowing that a good portion of readers would drink a lot of wine, have entire beaches in their pleasure holes and start bitching about all the presumptive BS they would infer the moment they read, “Adult Films. XXX Movies. Porn.” Total Props, Justine!
Were there some parts of this book that I thought were licentious? Were there some parts I thought were gratuitous? Were there some parts that I thought were just over the top? I pulled those words from reviews.
This is a book about a man and characters that have become inured to sex, for a moment imagine that this is a book about a man who grows coffee and owns his own coffee shop. Would people have thought it were licentious, gratuitous, or over the top for him to have huge tasting parties with hundreds of people having coffee. Sex is a social taboo so we want to put a limit on it and start vilifying the people we see open to doing it in a way uncomfortable to us, porn and the adult film industry freaks the average person out! Writing sex is interesting because we want people to write sex for us, but we want them to cater to either our sense of ego or our id. Justine Elvira sorta said, you deal with your sexual Sigmund Freud on your own time, I’m giving you my sexual coffee shop. I think that a lot of people felt like that was hedonistic. It’s one thing to read a book where it’s a BDSM club and you have a small, elite membership, but pornography has that very wide broad viewership and a general voyeuristic feel that ANYONE could know… and it leaves many feeling skeevy. There is a safeness in reading a book where sex is in a club and the man is a “Master”, they can imagine him and make them into their own image in their head. When you are looking at a pornstar, people are looking at someone that literally defines sex in a way they cannot redefine. This is a brave choice.
It’s licentious. It’s gratuitous. It’s over the top. Eff’em, I like coffee.
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*Warning: Although Playing His Game can be read as a stand-alone novel, it’s highly recommended you read Changing His Game first. Playing His Game contains sex, drugs, and briefly touches on M/F/F. Recommended for mature readers.
I’m a pretty carefree person. I believe in living life to the fullest, having no regrets and just having fun. This is my outlook on life when Scott Reynolds collides with it.
It was supposed to be casual and fun. We couldn’t get serious because our circumstances wouldn’t allow it. My sister and his brother were practically married. Soon, one hook up became two, then five, then ten, until I lost count completely. Our casual relationship became something more… to me.
How the hell did I let this happen?
I’m falling for this man and it’s becoming a problem. But Scott has his own problems, his own demons. He’s dug himself into a hole so deep, and he needs me to help him get out… and I do it. I stupidly do it and screw up my life, my reputation and any chance of changing people’s perception of me. For the first time I care what people think of me, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat…
If Scott weren’t such an asshole!
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