It’s a good story. But it’s not our story. Ours is a lot more colorful.
When I met Dee I knew right away that she was special. When she met me, she thought I was anything but special—I was exactly like every other guy who’d screwed her over and let her down. It took some time to convince her otherwise, but turns out I can make a convincing argument when sex is at stake.
You might know where this story’s headed. But the best part isn’t where we ended up.
It’s how we got there.
TAMED goes back in time to the Tangled days. But this time around, it’s not Drew dishing out the advice and opinions—it’s his best friend Matthew, who of course is dealing with Dee Dee.
I was excited to get the ARC for this book (in exchange for my honest opinion, of course). I loved Tangled and wanted to know more about Matthew and Dee (Drew and Kate’s best friends). The time line for this story happens at the same time that Drew and Kate’s story happened.
I loved Matthew right off the top. He was funny and sweet and HOLY HELL he rides a motorcycle!!!! Much like Drew, Matthew is successful in his career and with the ladies.
As for Dee, I loved her too. She’s smart (Jeez! She’s really a rocket scientist!), she’s beautiful and she’s a loyal friend. She’s also been hurt before and lucky for her Matthew is just the guy to help her get past that.
One of my favourite parts of this book is the interaction between Matthew and Drew, during Drew’s “flu” period. [Note: Yes! I love Drew Evans and I can’t get enough of him, even if it’s just through knocks on a wall for yes and no answers].
As always, Emma Chase has a wonderful writing style that is both funny and touching. She can write a male point of view like no other! I gave Tamed 5 yummy cups of steamy latte that made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
We return to Alexandra’s side and I can tell by his expression that he’s going to ask to be excused again. But then, Drew seems to decide on a different strategy. He smiles deviously. “Hey look—Squeaky’s here.”
“Who?” Alexandra inquires.
Drew gestures with his wine glass. “Curly haired brunette, in the blue dress near the bar.”
Lexi’s head bobs until she spots the lady in question. “That’s . . .Alyson Bradford.”
Drew shrugs. “She’ll always be Squeaky to me.”
“Why do you call her squeaky?”
Mentally I shake my head. Because Alexandra should’ve known better.
“She squeaks when she comes.”
Casually, Drew explains, “Like a dog’s chew toy.” He holds up his hand, opening and closing it. “Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeeeeeak. At least she did when we were seventeen, but I don’t think that’s a condition she’d outgrow.”
“How do you know that?” Alexandra asks, expectedly grossed out. “When did you have sex with Alyson Bradford?”
Drew looks to the ceiling, recalling the event. “Um . . .junior year. It was in the dark days following our loss to St. Bartholomew’s in the playoffs. I wouldn’t say she was my rock bottom, but she was close.”
Lexi turns away. “Eck . . .forget it, I don’t want to know.” If it’s one thing The Bitch can’t stomach, it’s detailed stories of her brother’s sex-capades. Which is precisely why Drew says, “She also does this nasty thing with her tongue . . .”
Alexandra clasps her eyes shut. “Alright! You know what? Fine—if you want to go that badly, then go. If you want to leave me in my hour of need . . .”
She never should have given him an out. Drew smiles brightly, puts his glass on the tray of a passing waiter and kisses her cheek. “You’re the best sister ever. Bye.”