Title: Seducing Lola
Author: Jessica Prince
Release Date: July 18, 2017
I’ve had my fair share of bad relationships. I’ve dated liars, cheaters, shoe fetishists, and everything in between. Sure, these experiences would make any woman cynical when it comes to dipping her toe back into the dating pool, but I used my past for good and made a career out of helping other women avoid going down the same paths I had.
And I was damn good at it.
Until a random act of fate set my life on a course I’d been avoiding for years, and put me in the crosshairs of a man that made me feel things I swore to never feel again.
Now I’m in his sights and it seems like he’ll stop at nothing to seduce the hell out of me. He might hold my career in the palm of his hands, but if Grayson Lockhart thinks he can blackmail me into submission with his sexy voice and sexy hands and sexy everything, then he’s…probably right.
Just when I think Jessica Prince couldn’t make me laugh any louder, swoon any harder or fall any deeper, Seducing Lola comes along and proves me totally wrong. Grayson and Lola’s journey was RomCom perfection, pulling me in from the very beginning and enchanting me with every turn of the page as I experienced their snarky, sexy story. Grayson and Lola’s connection was instant, palpable and completely inexplicable. They shared the kind of pull that simply felt right, no matter how hard Lola tried to fight it. Together this duo ignited the pages of their novel with a chemistry that was utterly undeniable and incredibly fierce. In addition to their significant emotional connection and sizzling electricity, Grayson and Lola shared plenty of chuckle-inducing witty banter and tons of heartfelt happy-sigh moments. Having ardently stolen away my heart, it is safe to say that Jessica Prince has another winning pair on her hands with Grayson and Lola.
“You know, you really are quite stunning when you smile,” a familiar smooth, velvety voice said into my ear from behind me. “Even if it’s a smile of pure evil.”
Even though their story was light, fun and entirely sexy, both Grayson and Lola experienced significant growth over the course of this novel. Jessica Prince did an amazing job unraveling these characters as they explored their connection, faced their pasts, and evaluated the possibility of a future together. While Lola was feisty and independent, she melted a bit with Grayson. It was her vulnerability and the admission of her fears that allowed me to connect with her so unexpectedly. From the start Grayson hit all my book boyfriend buttons, but it was with Lola that he truly came alive. Getting to know his flaws and experiencing his emotional rollercoaster with Lola endeared Grayson to me in entirely new ways. I could feel the depth of his feelings for her, which, coupled with his seriously infectious smile, allowed him to wholly steal my heart.
“I want to make you happy. I want to be the one to make it better when you’re sad. I want to fight with you and make up with you. I want everything, and I want it with you. Only you. Only. You.”
Some of the best moments of this book wouldn’t have been possible without the phenomenal secondary characters that colored the pages of Grayson and Lola’s story. I’m officially addicted to the women of Girl Talk and I can’t wait to hear more from Sophia and Dom, Daphne and Caleb, and even Fiona and Deacon. The storyline absolutely sparkled and the pacing hit its mark every single time. Jessica Prince’s writing is exquisite, effortlessly capturing Lola and Grayson’s emotions and letting the reader feel right alongside the characters. As a huge fan of this author, I am thrilled to say that Seducing Lola epitomized everything I love about Jessica Prince’s voice and then some. This novel is without a doubt her best work yet. A brilliant balance of charming dialogue, delicious tension, scorching interludes, pop culture references and genuine emotion, Seducing Lola was written to be devoured and I loved every epic minute of it!
If you’d have asked my twenty-year-old self what I saw in my future ten years down the road, I probably would’ve answered the same way as every other naïve co-ed living the college dream on Sorority Row.
I’d be married to the love of my life, raising our two perfect children in the suburbs—because the city is no place to bring up a family, obviously—and driving a top-of-the-line SUV that all the minivan moms would envy because I had way too much style to ever be caught dead driving a minivan.
Clearly, my twenty-year-old self was an idiot.
It was she who forgave—then was subsequently dumped by—my college sweetheart after finding him pile-driving my sorority sister from behind on the handmade quilt I’d spent countless hours creating out of his old high school football T-shirts as a birthday present. His brilliant excuse?
“You’re just not adventurous enough, Lola. She’s willing to try things in bed that you aren’t.”
Apparently refusing to allow him to film us having sex and entering it into a contest on a porn site was just too vanilla for him. Last I heard, he was making a killing on the amateur scene.
Unfortunately, my twenty-one and twenty-two-year-old selves weren’t all that smart either.
It was my twenty-one-year-old self who discovered I’d unwittingly been made a beard by Brad, the guy I had dated for six months, because his evangelical parents just “wouldn’t understand.”
BTW, Brad and Phillip’s wedding was a really lovely affair. He asked me to stand as his best woman—since he considered our relationship the reason he finally made his way out of the closet—but I turned down the honor, choosing instead to get annihilated on mojitos at the open bar.
My twenty-two-year-old self thought I had finally found a decent guy. That was until I came home to find him doing something I’ll never be able to unsee to a pair of Louboutins I’d spent the better part of a year saving up for.
The saddest part? I hadn’t even had a chance to wear them before his defilement. I didn’t have the heart to throw them in the trash, so I let him take them with him when I kicked his ass out.
I should’ve known better, honestly. It wasn’t like I’d grown up in a home with my very own personal June and Ward Cleaver. Oh no, my parents split when I was only six years old. And it was anything but amicable. My mom never kept her hatred for my father secret. And dear old Dad never hid the string of women he kept on tap, one for whatever mood he may’ve been in. It was shocking that I hadn’t grown bitter at an even younger age, having to deal with their drama, but I was in my early twenties and still a believer in happily ever afters.
Like I said, I was an idiot.
Now I know what you’re thinking. After three miserable failures, I was probably a jaded cynic who was convinced true love didn’t exist.
Well, you’d only be half right. See, I believed in love, sure… as long as it was happening to anyone other than me. I’d been the fateful target of that bastard Cupid’s stupid-ass arrow three times already; I had no desire to go for a fourth. I wasn’t anti-relationship when it came to other people. To each their own and all that jazz. And I didn’t hate men. I just didn’t believe they were of any use to me for anything other than a few hours of fun that eventually led to a—hopeful—mutual release before I sent them on their way.
I learned from my mistakes, grown wise as the years passed. I knew exactly what I wanted out of my life, and believe me, there wasn’t a shitty picket fence in sight. If the suburbs were for families, then the city was exactly where I was meant to be. I was a successful, accomplished thirty-two-year-old woman who’d gotten where I was in life by hard work, perseverance, and the cluelessness of women all around the world.
My name was known in households all throughout Washington State. I, along with my two best friends, hosted Seattle’s most successful female-based talk radio show, aptly titled Girl Talk. I’d managed to make more money in the past ten years by offering relationship advice to helpless women than I’d ever know what to do with.
It was safe to say the rose-colored glasses were off. I lived in the real world where men cheated and women drowned their sorrows in vats of Ben & Jerry’s.
Sure, I wasn’t living the future I saw for myself when I was twenty, but then again, at twenty, I still thought Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston were meant to be, that Wedding Crashers was cinematic brilliance, and that the whole Tom Cruise/Oprah couch jumping “I’m in love with Katie Holmes” thing was actually romantic. What the hell did I know back then?
A lot had changed over the years. And as I gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse apartment, overlooking the Puget Sound, I could honestly say without a shred of doubt that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.
Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her husband says.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.