Release Date: 09.03.2016
Penelope Luciano, a virginal wallflower who lives the life of a hermit, has always been overlooked. But everything changes when she trades her quiet night with a book for a rare night out with her friends.
Jack Goodman, a confident skirt chaser, has always been a womanizer. But everything changes when he meets clumsy Penelope, and their first kiss turns into a night of passion.
When Penelope sneaks out the morning after, neither one expects to see each other again until they are thrown together in unexpected circumstances.
When pride and self-doubt get in the way, it's up to both the blogger and the hunk to attain their equal footing and find the strength to chase what they really want.
The Blogger & The Hunk is an easy,light,funny,sexy and romantic read.
The physical attraction between Penelope,the introvert book lover, and Jake,the charming man,is over the top from the first encounter,even if there isn't any logic because they are so different from each other.
They try to stay away from each other but the Fate has other plans for them.
Other than the two main characters I really liked the supporting cast too,they made the story even more funny and hilarious.
I feel like I have a lot in common with Penelope and I'm waiting someone like Jake who finally sees me.
This was Jane Matisse debut novel and I liked it so much I hope to read more stories written by this author soon.
Penelope groaned. They’d slept together again. Why did she insist on torturing herself? Although she was a teeny bit disappointed she couldn’t remember any of it.
Jack laughed at her and reached out to take her hand. “I’m just teasing. Nothing happened between us. You just snored. A lot. If getting a hangover doesn’t stop you from getting drunk again, then just keep in mind if you plan to go home with a guy, don’t drink yourself into a stupor beforehand. I thought a bear had sneaked into my apartment.” He laughed, chucking her chin and turning to the whistling kettle on the stove.
Penelope couldn’t stop the heat from taking over. She could just imagine the tomato color her face was sporting. “Does that mean you didn’t take me out of my clothes?” she managed to ask.
“I was surprised you were actually balanced enough to slide that little number off, especially with those fuck-me heels.” His eyes twinkled from above his mug of coffee.
Penelope wasn’t having any of it. “Ugh, stop. Just stop it. Be serious for once, please. No more of these double meanings and sexual innuendos. They’re getting a little annoying and the only thing I want to do right now is find my dress and get home.”
Jack just looked back at her, a serious expression on his face. “All right, truce. I’ll shut up for now. Deal?”