Okay. I have a weakness for the rock star trope and any tropes related to marriage. As soon as I saw that this story had both, I had to read it! Lick has such a nice premise. After celebrating her 21st birthday in Las Vegas, Evelyn Thomas wakes up in the bathroom with a hangover, a 5-carat Cartier ring on her finger, and a ridiculously good-looking half-naked man who claims to be her husband. Dun dun, her husband, David Ferris, is actually the guitarist for one of the biggest bands in the industry. Evelyn remembers nothing but a few blurry incidents. No help at all.
Any sensible human being would opt for a quickie divorce. Evelyn was relieved when the handsome stranger/husband told her they’d have the divorce but confused as to why he seemed pissed off to do it. Shouldn’t he have been relieved she’s not clinging to him like some groupie???
Of course, when you marry a rock star and have a tattoo of his name on your ass, the whole world is eventually going to find out. When it happens, Evelyn has no idea what to do. She had a plan for her life, and none of it involved marrying anyone at 21, let alone a rock star, in Vegas. Now, she has no choice but to go to L.A., stay with her husband until the news blows over, and sign the divorce papers. Even that plan goes to shit when things don’t happen the way she expects them to. She ends up going to Monterey with her husband where they hide from the stress in L.A. and give an “us” a second chance. Sparks and clothes fly, and the divorce is off.
Now that the two have decided to stick with the marriage, they learn more about each other, and their insecurities and issues are hashed out—Evelyn’s future career, her parents, David’s previous heartache and baggage, his family, and everything in between.
I am so envious of Evelyn. I celebrated my 21st birthday in Vegas, but I didn’t end up with a hottie who was actually a famous guy. I didn’t even end up with a hottie. All I got from Vegas was a fun night and a painful morning. The only similarity our 21st birthdays had was the puking part. Oh to be a NA heroine.
There seems to be a trend in New Adult fiction where the bad boy falls for a normal-ish girl. I say normal-ish because she’s actually a gorgeous, half perfect human being… she just lacks the confidence most pretty girls have. Don’t get me wrong. I like Evelyn. She’s a nice girl who doesn’t shrink from intimidation, and she doesn’t let anyone treat her like shit.
David is another NA bad boy/cuddly teddy bear. He looks the part of the rock star—long hair, piercings, the body of a greek statue, a sexy but mysterious aura, and a face that could launch a thousand ships—but deep down, he’s a sweet guy who actually likes to cuddle. It’s adorable that he does. I can’t stop smiling whenever he’s being touchy sweet and just generally affectionate. Like any bad boy NA heros, he has his dark secret. That secret will, of course, get in the way of our babies’ path to happiness, but yes they will get through it.
I like this book all in all, but I’m really not a fan of insta-love. I prefer those slow-burning romances where the girl and guy have the chemistry, but they take the time to get to know each other before falling in love and jumping in bed. Despite that, I enjoyed the book.