Series: Awkward Love
Published by Self on 04/18/2018
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy
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Also in this series: It's Complicated
We've all been there.
One minute, you're sprawled out on your bed, minding our own business and the next you're lying in the back seat of your best friend's car as she races you to the ER.
And not the closest one either.
No. You're headed to the one fifty miles farther out, because the one five minutes away is where you start your residency next week.
So there you are, lying in cubical nine, hoping like hell that the doctor about to examine you isn't young, sexy or male.
Of course he's all three.
Telling him about the clitmaster7000 I have lodged inside me is by far the single most embarrassing moment of my life.
Discovering he's my brother's new roommate is even worse.
I have to say I am really enjoying the standalone Awkward Love series by Missy Johnson! And Too Much Information was just as much fun to read! I laughed so much right from the start with that beginning! Missy is definitely giving us very entertaining stories in this series!
Laura Blake has been so busy becoming a doctor and is getting ready to start her residency program. She has no times for relationships or men. So, when she gets herself in a very embarrassing situation with a sex toy, there is no way she is going to the local hospital. You know, the one where she is getting ready to start her residency. So, she goes to one farther away expecting to never see anyone from there again.
What she does not realize is that Luke, the doctor that treated her is her brother’s temporary roommate and will also start at the same hospital as Laura. To make matters worse, her brother needs her to take Luke as a roommate. I love how Luke was always trying to make Laura feel more comfortable with him, despite how they met.
I really liked the connection Laura and Luke felt. Their chemistry was undeniable, even as they (mostly Laura) struggled with how they met. Though I loved how funny this book was, there were also some serious issues and their journey was not all laughs. Too Much Information by Missy Johnson is a great addition to this series, with great characters and a story that will have you laughing out loud.
pounds on the door just as orgasm number six tapers off. I can barely move by
this point, but I made it to the door to unlock it before number six and that’s
the main thing. Now all I need is for her to get this thing out of me.
she calls out. “Are you going to let me in?”
open,” I manage to get out.
in, her eyes widening at the sight of me hunched over the couch, thighs
clenched, rocking back and forth on the floor. At least I’m not naked. I managed to half squirm my way into a
dress that I found lying on the floor in my room—though I must look a mess—with
only one arm through the hole and the skirt bunched up around my waist. Now
that I think about it, I’m not sure why I even bothered. She sprints over to
me, crouching down beside me.
you okay?” She glares at me as I let out a strangled sob. “Tell me what’s
wrong?” she says. She looks me over, her eyes wide with concern. “Were you
attacked? Did someone break in and rape you? Talk to me, Laura. Should I be
calling an ambulance? The police?” Her dark eyes study mine as I struggle to
form words to answer any of her questions. “For God’s sake, Laura. Say
ambulance,” I mutter.
clamp my legs together, gasping as my body begs for relief. This is a
nightmare. I point to the bedroom, where the box is still lying on the bed.
Becca stalks through to my room, returning a few seconds later with the box in
her hands. Her eyes widen, to the point where they’re nearly ready to fall out
of her head.
sweat pouring out of places I didn’t know sweat could form. She clasps her
hands over her mouth and stifles her laughter, before quickly kneeling down
next to me.
you want me to do? Dig it out? I’ll do that for you,” she says as I glare at
her. “Wait… I should’ve asked before offering. Front or back?”
growl, my voice high noting at the end.
sorry, it was a legitimate question,” she cries, holding her hands up in
defense. “You know I don’t handle poop. How on earth did you manage to get it
stuck in there in the first place?” she asks, shaking her head.
discuss this later, after it’s been
removed from my vagina?” I beg her.
I’m sorry. Okay, let’s get you down to my car.”
say, alarmed. “What happened to you offering to help me—”
seriously want me digging around in there like I’m looking for loose change
down the back of the couch?” she asks seriously. Then she giggles, but she
stops when she sees my expression. “Sorry. Disturbing mental image. You
understand this is pushing the friendship boundaries, right?”
weakly. Oh, I understand it, all right.
and helps me climb up properly onto the couch while I try to steady myself as
my body begins to convulse. God, not
again. I wipe a layer of sweat off my forehead and rock back and forth,
riding out the orgasm as I whimper into the cushion. Then I gasp, clenching my
thighs again, until it passes.
coming already? But I haven’t even worked my magic hands on you yet,” she
jokes, flexing her fingers. “Hey, do you have any kitchen gloves, or—”
it out,” I beg her.
grumbles as she gets down onto her knees. She lifts up the skirt of my dress
and peers between my legs. “Hey, you smell really good. What kind of body wash
do you use?”
sorry,” she mutters. “Focus.”