Published by Self on 05/13/2018
Genres: Romantic Comedy
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I’ve always been a good girl.
I work hard, I follow the rules, and 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…
GOOD GIRL by Jana Aston
Release Day Blitz: May 15th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design by Letitia Hasser
Cover Photo by Wander Aguiar
Cover Model Thiago Lusardi
I am a huge fan of Jana Aston. She writes some of the best romances I have ever read. Hands down. Her romantic comedies are everything! When she releases a book, I am 1-clicking, no questions asked. Every time I think it cannot get any better, she releases a new book. In Good Girl we get a story that will captivate you and have you smiling throughout the entire journey!
I loved, loved, loved Lydia and Rhys so much. Lydia was hilarious and spoke her mind. A good girl determined to get what she wanted. The perfect kind of heroine Jana is known for. Quirky, awkward, and just plain delightful. Rhys is a busy man and has no time for relationships. So why can’t he not stop thinking about Lydia? Rhys was all kinds of sexy, older, rich and a dirty talker. And Lydia’s boss.
Lydia wants Rhys, so what is a girl do to? A virginity auction of course. I mean why not, right? I love how they meet and then she proceeds to learn he is her new boss. From there we get a hilarious story full of chemistry, outrageous moments and all kinds of sexiness. Lydia and Rhys have such a strong connection and great banter.
In Good Girl I laughed so much my side hurt. It was a great read. It had amazing characters and a story you can get lost in. It is all Jana Aston and really, that says it all. Her writing is some of the best I have ever read. I highly recommend not only Good Girl but everything Jana writes!
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.