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308 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 30, 2016
MISTER O was such a hilariously funny & adorable & sexy male-POV Romance! Go and one-click yourself some Nick & Harper!!!!
This book not only gave me a new super sexy, super awesome and super great in bed Book Boyfriend, but also gave me a new Book Girlfriend. Lauren’s heroines are always a great match for the male characters in her books, but I am 200% sure, Harper is the most naughty Blakely girl ever written. She was funny, sexy and very smart. I loved how she was always sure of what she wanted in her career and also in her personal life—Nick! So, prepare to love Harper as much as you’ll love Nick. Mr. and Mrs. Orgasm.
“Giving a woman a sheet-grabbing, toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasm is pretty much the Best Thing Ever.”
“She’s quirky hot. Nerd hot. Video-gamer fantasy hot. She does kickboxing for workouts, she competes hard in our summer softball games, and she knows what house she’d be in at Hogwarts.”
“This woman is in my arms. She is all I see, all I hear, all I smell. The need to be closer to her consumes me, blotting out everything else—most of all, the reason to stay away.”
“I’d play Dirty Synonyms, Dirty Antonyms . . . Dirty Anything with her.”
“Pretending I didn’t have a crush on you was the greatest trick I ever pulled off.”
“New York and autumn. Harper and me. Love and friendship.”
"I want to look into someone's eyes and feel like he knows me, gets me, understands me. I want him to see my quirks and accept them, not try to change them."
Princess Clueless, you're about to get an education in all things you're oblivious to."
Ask me my three favorite things and the answer are so easy they roll off my tongue: hitting a home run for my softball league, drawing a killer cartoon panel, and-oh yeah- making a woman come so hard she sees stars.
She operates at this constant state of verbal banter that's flirting, but not quite flirting. The net effect? I'm a cat, and she's working the laser pointer
My throat goes dry. My bones heat up. This girl and her innuendoes will kill the last remaining non-sex focused brain cells.
I can't keep rappelling down the cliff face of this untamed desire for her. I've got to reel it back in, stuff it into a trunk, lock it up, and then toss the motherfucker to the bottom of the ocean.
Whatever this kiss is, it possesses its own pulse, its own frequency, as if the air around us is charged and vibrating with sensual energy.
I want Harper to want me this same wild and crazy way, like she can't get enough of me. Because, hell, it's become that way for me.
It just has.
"I suppose that makes me the Magellan of the female orgasm. A true explorer venturing forth, fearless and ready at any moment to map the terrain of her pleasure until she cries out in rapture."
The Adventures of Mister Orgasm and Princess Awkward