Series: Standalone Novel
Published by Self Published on 5/13/18
Genres: Romantic Comedy
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I’ve always been a good girl.
I work hard, I follow the rules, I always achieve my goals.
But sometimes good girls want things that aren’t good for them.
Or someone who isn’t good for them.
Like their new boss.
And sometimes they do very bad things to get his attention.
Like sell their virginity in an auction.
Who knew he’d be so very, very mad?
Maybe this was not my best laid plan…
This book is absolutely adorable. Super quirky and funny and sexy and addicting. Once I started reading, I couldn’t put it down. It’s a feel good read with a crazy story line that will keep you completely invested. I adored everything about it. Below you’ll find a review, an excerpt, and all the bookish info! And trust me, this is the PERFECT afternoon read. You will devour it.
4 “Yes. This.” Stars!
OH THE CUTENESS! I can’t even take it right now. THIS BOOK was hilariously, ridiculously, over-the-top sexy, fun, and sassy! An absolute riot of crazy goodness where I was in stitches over these characters. I laughed and laughed at their absurd antics. I’m not even sure what I was expecting going into Good Girl, but it definitely wasn’t this storyline. LOL. And if I’m completely honest, it felt totally unrealistic yet somehow so natural at the same time. It just worked! Worked sooooo damn good. And man, oh man, am I smitten with the whole thing, with the characters! They’re a package of quirkiness I couldn’t not absolutely love. Fun and fabulous. I am DYING for Payton and Vince’s book! I can’t get enough these crazy people.
Lydia lives in Vegas with her BFF Payton. They’ve both landed jobs at a new Casino and Resort called The Windsor. These two have know each other since college and the dynamic between them is endearing. Payton is Lydia’s opposite. Where Lydia is thoughtful and logical and nerdy, Payton is loud and crazy and all about having fun. Lydia’s idea of a good time is a trip to IKEA where Payton’s is a crazy night at the bar with ALL THE MEN! LOL! Their friendship is one of the best parts of this book. And that friendship starts Good Girl off with a delicious challenge–Lydia needs to kiss a person at the bar, and Rhys Dalton is more than happy to take that on.
Rhys is everything a hero probably shouldn’t be, lol. He’s crass, a little cold, completely self indulgent (he pays for sex) and is all about work work work. He sees our good girl Lydia, and wants to dirty her up. A kiss between them sparks an awkward meet-cute and this story goes in a direction that could be super serious, but isn’t in the least. It’s refreshing and addicting. Rhys ends up securing Lydia for a month, all to himself, in his bed, and they light everything on fire with their intense chemistry.
Jana Aston’s characters are truly an entity of their own. Bright, blinding, snarky, funny, free and wild, their personalities are a trip. If you think you’ve read this story before, you haven’t. Good Girl is a fresh spin on the Virgin trope, written in a light and deliciously smutty way! It’s impossible to put down. I’m so in love with the silliness of it, so smitten with these characters who have you laughing and smiling and swooning till your cheeks hurt. Totally a good time with a good girl and a bad boy that’ll have you feeling oh-so-hot and happy when it’s done. An easy read that I most definitely recommend.
He pulls me to my feet and he kisses me and he tastes like me and it’s dirty and shocking and sorta oddly thrilling and primal. He unsnaps my bra. The straps slip down my arms until it falls to the floor and then I’m naked. I’m naked with Rhys. This is the best day of my life. Except he’s not naked.
“You’re still dressed. Am I supposed to”—I gesture to his shirt—”am I supposed to or are you supposed to? Or do you like to keep your clothes on when you have sex?”
He laughs, his eyes dancing in amusement as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off. “No, I’m not going to fuck you with my clothes on, Lydia.”
“Oh, thank goodness. I’ve really been wanting to see you naked. For a long time. Like weeks. Since the bar. The first time at the bar, not the second time. Can I take off your pants?” My fingers hover at his waistband, poised to unbutton and unzip but needing the nudge of permission.
“Please,” he says and then my fingers are in motion, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping. It’s harder to do this in reverse, removing someone else’s pants instead of your own, but I manage. I’d manage even if it was a thousand-piece puzzle instead of just a zipper and a button because I want his pants off pretty badly.
When I’ve got the pants undone they drop to the floor and then the only thing separating me from sex is a pair of briefs, so I make short work of those.
He’s beautiful. Head to toe. I could spend all night looking at him, all month, forever. But I don’t have forever or even all night since Rhys is worried about his schedule so I take in as much as I can as fast as I can. Because oh, holy crap, I know what Rhys Dalton looks like naked. The smattering of hair across his chest. His toned abs and flat stomach and the trail of hair from his belly button to his cock. The birthmark on his left hip and the definition of the lines that form on his abs. I send a silent prayer to baby Jesus that I’ll get a good look at his butt before this is over because I need to know exactly what it looks like under those suit pants. Then too soon, he’s moving me onto the bed because this is it. This is the sex.
About the Author
Jana Aston likes cats, big coffee cups and books about billionaires who deflower virgins. She wrote her debut novel while fielding customer service calls about electrical bills, and she’s ever grateful for the fictional gynecologist in Wrong that readers embraced so much she was able to make working in her pajamas a reality. Jana’s novels have appeared on the NYT, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists, some multiple times. She likes multiples.