***Release Day Blitz & Review***
Switch by Jennifer Ryder
The foul-mouthed motocross mechanic, Rocco De Luca, only has his incarcerated brother left. Every day is a battle of the mind and of the bottle. Tequila and easy women soothe the pain, but they never fill the void.
Rocco doesn’t mind offering his spare room to the hot lesbian he refers to as ‘Suds’. She won’t be clingy, far from it, and he’s keen on the idea of getting to see a bit of girl on girl action.
With such volatile personalities under the same roof, and being in April and Spencer’s wedding party, they both have to learn to get along, even though they can’t stand each other.
He never thought he might actually grow to like her.She never thought she might actually hate him less.
Switch is book #5 in the Spark series but is actually the first book I have read by this author. I was gifted a copy of the book to read for Gemma Reads Too Much.
I’m gonna start my review by saying that this book is a standalone, I believe the characters are cross overs from other books in the series but I never felt like I was missing part of the background info.
This book differs a little from the standard romance format mainly because this is an m/f romance but the lead girl is a lesbian. We find out very quickly that Sophie is in fact bisexual lol. But I wonder how many people thought all the girlfriend references at the start were typos lol.
I actually really liked both Rocco and Sophie they are both nice engaging characters and it was nice just to settle into the story.
This couple have amazing banter, they really connect as friends but right from the off they have a very sexual stream of innuendo running through all of their conversations.
I love friends to lover’s romances; I enjoy seeing people connect on a level that’s not just about ripping each others clothes off. Don’t get me wrong this book has sex and an insane amount of masturbating. But honestly I think this couple could have ended as friends and I still would have been a happy bunny.
This author had a dry witty sense of humour and I was chuckling with all of the sarcastic barbs
But bloody hell the scene where Rocco ends up needing stiches had me nearly wetting myself with laughter.
This is the second Australian book I’ve read in the last week and I’ve now come to terms with the Arse vs Ass issue. But even though I’m British and it’s an Arse over here too I still had to reread almost every time Arse or especially badarse was used.
This book turns serious and again the amazing friendship Rocco and Sophie shared shone through.
My only criticism of this book was the ending!!! I mean what the fuck was that!!! I seriously needed much more than that!!!
I enjoyed Switch but the ending left me with an unsatisfying taste in my mouth and is the reason why Switch gets 3.5 stars from me.
If I poke him, will it be like waking an angry bear? I’m tempted, but I won’t. That’d be a bitchy thing to do. We might be living under the same roof, but we lead separate lives. And that’s how I want it. Completely separate. Removed. His business is his, and mine is mine.
I take a step backward and step on something metal. I crouch down and pick up a spoon. I look around underneath the coffee table, and find an empty glass bowl with remnants of green an inch below the rim.
Snatching up the bowl, the cruel absence of what I was planning to eat when I got home tonight mocks me.
The motherfucker ate my jelly.
“Hey,” I bark out with a hard shove to his shoulder.
Rocco grumbles and swings his head back violently, one eye open as he searches me out. “Who the … what the fuck?” he hisses. Rolling onto his side, he props himself up and falls back into the couch cushions and runs his fingers down his face. His dark brown, almost-black eyes drill me, as he runs his tongue over his bottom teeth. The whites of his eyes are scattered with red, and beads of sweat lace his brow and down the sides of his face. He looks like shit. More accurately, he looks like someone who greedily smashed a bottle of primo tequila last night.
“You ate my jelly,” I say, shoving the bowl towards him.
He shrugs and his lip curls to the side. “I was hungry,” he says with a challenging gaze.
“You were fucking hungry? I haven’t been here even twenty-four hours and you’re helping yourself to my food?”
He scoffs, and I want to punch him in the face.
“It’s jelly,” he says, with a roll of his eyes. “It’s like a dollar or some shit. I’ll buy a packet. Bloody hell, I’ll buy two. No need to get your fuckin’ panties in a bunch.”
He sits up and rakes his fingers back through the longer strands of dark hair on the top of his head. He slouches farther into the couch, one hand scratching at the faded black T-shirt adorning his chest, the other hand sliding between his legs and adjusting himself.
“I’m not pissed about the fact it costs bugger all. I don’t touch your shit and you don’t touch mine. Got it?”
I turn on my heel, flicking my ponytail over my shoulder. I couldn’t be arsed waiting for his response. I can’t imagine I’ll like it anyway.
“Fine,” he grumbles.
“And would it kill you to put the bloody toilet seat down?” I throw at him as I walk out the door.
His laughter echoes into the stairwell, right before the door slams shut.Arsehole.
A sexy imagination, a life-long love of books and a sucker for romance, Jennifer Ryder couldn’t stifle her creativity any longer.
Writing steamy adult romance has become her new focus. Living on a rural property in New South Wales, Australia, she enjoys the best of city and country.
Her loving husband is ever willing to provide inspiration, and her two young cherubs, and sheep that don’t see fences as barriers, keep life more than interesting.
Jennifer placed third in the International Stringybark Erotic Short Fiction Award 2013.