The Score by Elle Kennedy
Series: Off-Campus #3
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: January 11, 2016
Format: eARC, 350 pages
How I got it: From the author
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He knows how to score, on and off the ice
Allie Hayes is in crisis mode. With graduation looming, she still doesn’t have the first clue about what she's going to do after college. To make matters worse, she’s nursing a broken heart thanks to the end of her longtime relationship. Wild rebound sex is definitely not the solution to her problems, but gorgeous hockey star Dean Di-Laurentis is impossible to resist. Just once, though, because even if her future is uncertain, it sure as heck won’t include the king of one-night stands.
It’ll take more than flashy moves to win her over
Dean always gets what he wants. Girls, grades, girls, recognition, girls…he’s a ladies man, all right, and he’s yet to meet a woman who’s immune to his charms. Until Allie. For one night, the feisty blonde rocked his entire world—and now she wants to be friends? Nope. It’s not over until he says it’s over. Dean is in full-on pursuit, but when life-rocking changes strike, he starts to wonder if maybe it’s time to stop focusing on scoring…and shoot for love.
MY GOD. I loved this book. Going in, I was equal parts excited and terrified I wouldn’t come around to liking Dean. (I have this thing with manwhores, as you know if you follow my reviews.) I was willing to give it a shot because Elle hasn’t steered me wrong yet and I’m happy to say I more than “liked” Dean. I FLOVED him. He just might be my favorite in the series.
I seriously don’t even know what to say about The Score. Admittedly I was a little put off by a certain scene early on in the book, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to stop reading. (I knew how Dean was going in. I’d read enough about him in the previous two books.) I mean good on him for going after what he wants and not caring what anyone else thought. I applaud him for that. Still, I really hoped there was more to him than met the eye. And there was. It just took the right girl to bring that side out of him. Allie was just that girl. I adored her. I loved how she wasn’t a doormat for Dean. I mean, yes, they wound up in bed together, but she was willing to call it a fling and move on. She made him work to get her to see him as more than a manwore.
Dean and Allie were such a great pair. In the beginning, I loved their banter. As things grew between them, I relished the feels and (of course) those smokin’ hot sexy times. (That dirty, dirty mouth, yo.) But watching Dean flounder and try to win her over was one of my favorite parts of this book. I love it when the self-professed manwhore falls. Hard. When he realizes that sure, he was having fun before, but there’s more to life and he found the person he wants to share that with. And I really like it when the girl makes him work for it like Allie did here.
This book was laugh out loud funny at times, but also had tons of feels. (Feels and sadness that I can’t get into because spoilers.) I laughed and cried (a lot). I felt it all. I devoured it in one evening and want to reread it again right this minute. Perfect. Everything I wanted and more.
Now excuse me while I sit here and hope Tanner gets a book and it will be released soon. Because I NEED MORE.
I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.
I kiss him back hungrily, helpless to resist him. Dean Di Laurentis is in my blood now. I didn’t expect this intense sexual chemistry between us, but it’s here, and it’s addictive, and I don’t know how I can ever give it up.
Yeah…I need to nip this Dean idea in the bud. I don’t know why he’s so eager to jump into bed with me again, but I’m confident he’ll get over it eventually. The guy has the attention span of a fruit fly, and the affection-giving habits of a puppy, offering his sexual devotion to whoever happens to be holding the treat. By which I mean the vagina.
“Awww, look at him, G, he’s so precious when he’s sleeping.”
“Like an angel.”
“A really slutty angel.”
“Wait—do angels even get laid? And if so, are heaven orgasms a million times better than earth orgasms? I bet yes.”
“Uh-doy. Where do you think rainbows come from? Whenever you see a rainbow, that means an angel just came.”
“Ah. Makes sense. Sort of like how whenever a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.”
“Exactly like that.”
“I mean you’re facing a Jacob quandary. You imprinted on her pussy, and now it’s the only pussy you can think about. You exist solely for this pussy. Like Jacob and that weird mutant baby.”
“Stop slut-shaming yourself. And fuck the word slut. People should be able to have sex whenever they want, however many times they want, with however many partners they choose, and not get some shitty label slapped on them.”
Have you read any of the books in Elle’s Off Campus series yet?
If yes, what’d you think?
If no, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING ON? Have I taught you nothing?
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