07 February 2014

Theirs to Play Tour Stop!




Two billionaire brothers enjoy twisted games where women are the sport. They find a female, date her, and compete to see who can bed her first. 



Too bad they picked the wrong one this time. Dawn's too smart for their verbal play and too quick to get trapped by clever ploys. 



The more the brothers work to capture her heart, the more they discover she might not be theirs to play.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18753025-theirs-to-play


I found the premise of this book to be intriguing.  2 rich, playboy brothers who compete at times to see who can get a woman into bed first.  Then they meet Dawn, a woman who is no joke and can’t be played with.  She turns down their lame come-ons and so they come clean with her about their game.  She agrees to go out with each to prove to them that they are truly resistible.  However, emotions come into play once the games have begun.  Lies are told.  What will happen?
Dawn is a great character. She’s smart and has had her emotions played with by men of this ilk before.  She’s cynical and lives in the real world, unlike Freddy and Max.    I liked her and her sass quite a bit.  She’s a wonderful balance to the ridiculousness that is Freddy and Max.
My problem was that Freddy and Max seem to be, in theory, interesting.  Max seems to only care about winning and Freddy has charged himself with his own self-satisfaction and caring for Max’s problems. But, I had a problems connecting with the men.  Their mannerisms and the way they speak just seem old fashioned to me.  They did not read current, and I had a hard time caring for them.  As someone who values character development among all else when reading a book, this was a detrimental to my overall enjoyment of the book.
Another thing is that this book needs some good editing.  There were frequent, small mistakes that I felt distracted by throughout the book.  However, I am still intrigued enough by the story to read book two, so I have to give this book 3.5 stars and hope that in the next installment, it all comes together for me.

Dawn's POV

When dealing with these two sexist pigs, I’d hoped to channel some great feminist in the history of women. Someone like Joan of Arc or Virginia Woolf. Sure it seemed a bit much, but this game that I volunteered for was more than us three. This was about lashing back at the theorized alpha male who thought he could do or say anything he wanted just because he had good looks, money, and the stupidity of a swollen ego.

When I walked up the boat’s ramp, I was supposed to appear regal and powerful, courageous and deadly like a lioness. Instead, with all the pretty butterflies swarming around me and stirring up my hair, I looked like a goddamn Disney princess.

And just to add insult to injury, Frederick appeared behind me. “You’re more captivating than Cinderella, right now.”

Fury boiled in my veins. I was hot and ready to bubble over. “Well I’m not Cinderella and you’re no Prince Charming.”

On the center of the ramp, he stepped closer to me. I refused to inch back like a scared little damsel in distress.

But, I probably should have moved away.

Frederick’s masculinity encircled me. It was such a silly thing to think, but it did. His woodsy cologne trapped me to him. The profile of muscles under his thin white shirt kept my focus. The wind picked up as if under his command, raising my dress just a little and brushing soft wisps against my flesh. I shivered.

“Oh no,” he whispered to me like a lover to his devoted. “I’m not Prince Charming. I’m the bad guy that sneaks into the castle when Prince Charming is off singing songs in the woods. I’m the one with the big cock that bends needy Cinderella over. And I’m the one that makes her scream until her throat’s raw and she can’t sing a note.”

“I had no idea Cinderella got so much action.” I slipped away and hurried up the ramp, doing my best to outrun the butterflies and Frederick, who I was now going to call the Big Bad Wolf.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00GTV1D4Q/ref=as_li_ss_il?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00GTV1D4Q&linkCode=as2&tag=crysmanrev-20

Kenya Wright always knew she would be famous since the ripe old age of six when she sang the Michael Jackson thriller song in her bathroom mirror. She has tried her hand at many things from enlisting in the Navy for six years as a Persian-Farsi linguist to being a nude model at an art university. However, writing has been the only constant love in her life. Will she succeed? Of course. For she has been coined The Urban Fantasy Queen, the Super Iconic Writer of this Age, The Lyrical Genius of Our Generation. Granted, these are all terms coined by her, within the private walls of her bathroom as she still sings the Michael Jackson thriller song. Kenya Wright currently resides in Miami with her three amazing, overactive children, a supportive, gorgeous husband, and three cool black cats that refuse to stop sleeping on Kenya’s head at night.


4 comments:

  1. Sounds like it may be something I would enjoy reading :) jjo7796 at hotmail dot com

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  2. Thanks for the giveaway! Sounds like a great read!

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