What a great addition to the Consequence Series. I was captivated by Max ever since we met his character in The Consequence of Loving Colton. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on his story and it does not disappoint. Once I again, I found myself laughing so much, that my face hurt. But, not only is Max funny, he’s also sweet and romantic. I loved getting to see this other side of Max! I know, who knew he had it in him!!
I loved the idea of this story. It was so perfect. I mean, Max on a dating reality show! What in the world could possibly go wrong?? Max on an island with some crazy women, a scary goat and one woman who has the potential to change his game. It’s the perfect recipe for an entertaining story.
Becca was such a great addition to this story. She was the perfect match for Max. She didn’t scare easily and was definitely not afraid to go after what she wants in life. Max….just when you don’t think he could get any funnier, he proves me wrong and does. There is one particular scene in the beginning where he has to go to the doctors office to get cleared for the show, and lets just say, I’ll never look at doctors visits the same again.
There were so many funny moments, I wish I could share them all with you, but this one with Reid really stuck out with me: “There’s always gummy bears.” “Dun-dun-dun…”Reid sang from his bed, lifting his arms into the air like he was directing an orchestra. “I can still taste them. It’s the red bears that are the worst, they have more bark to their bite than the green ones. Holy Shit! Am I going to hate Christmas now? All because of the red and green?” The lead up to this quote is just hilarious! I am definitely more curious about his character now. I can’t wait until he gets his story. I know it’s going to be a good one and I really want to know what Grandma did to him. Poor guy is traumatized!
I loved everything about this book. It made me laugh, shake my head, smile and swoon. There were so many great moments in this story and I really enjoyed every second of it. The Consequence of Revenge was such an entertaining read. I love the characters that Rachel Van Dyken creates and love getting lost in her stories!
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review*
“And . . .” She held up her hand like she was doing a damn countdown! “You’re kind of, like . . .” She leaned forward and whispered, “A bit . . .” Her eyes teased. “Metro.”
“As in . . . ,” I baited her.
“Feminine,” she snapped. “Yup, that’s the word. And Max, I mean that in the nicest way possible.”
“You mean . . .” I licked my lips, then slapped the water. “In the kindest way you can possibly say it, ‘Oh, look, Max has boobs’? Or you mean it in the way that says I lack the proper sexual magnetism to get your engine going?”
Becca rolled her eyes. “Hey, I didn’t come here to fight. I was just going to go over our date for tomorrow without the watchful eyes of Big Brother.”
“Hmm.” She was looking down at her feet. So I did what any desperate man who’d just been insulted in the worst way possible would do. I grabbed her feet, dragged her into the water, creating a huge splash, and then, when her head popped up for air, I gave her something else.
Kissing Becca could become a very nice, very addicting . . . pastime. Her lips were soft, pliant, but her hands were beating against my chest. Ah, classic move. Listen up, men: women fight us because they’re expected to. They have to put up the fight so they don’t come off as easy. So the next time a girl hits you in the chest, go with it, kiss her harder. It just means she wants more, especially when her chest is heaving and her tongue is doing . . . that. Yeah, exactly. Oh. Hell. Damn. Kill me now. When her tongue is doing that? Becca’s tongue pushed against mine and then she sucked.
I felt said sucking all the way through my body.
When she stopped fighting me, I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her as close against me as I could, and then pulled away.
Her eyes furrowed with confusion as she tried to lean forward.
I pulled back again, and swam her over to the ladder.
“Thanks, Becca,” I whispered. “I needed a little motivation.”
“Game on.” I helped her up and followed. “And by the way . . .” I grabbed her hands and moved her flat palms from my chest all the way down to my waist. “I’m anything but feminine. Have a good night.” As I walked away, I did what any sane man would do. I paused so she could get her fill and realize that yes, I was, in fact, still naked. And when I heard her gasp, I turned around and saluted her in more ways than one.