The Perfect Score [NOOK Book]

Overview


Bad Girl Grading System
A — Totally bad!!!
B — Could be worse…
C — Wannabe territory
D — Way too nice!
F — Give it up, Mattie Brown!

Mattie Brown has always prided herself at excelling at everything. And that's why it's killing her that she scored only 18% ...

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The Perfect Score

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Overview


Bad Girl Grading System
A — Totally bad!!!
B — Could be worse…
C — Wannabe territory
D — Way too nice!
F — Give it up, Mattie Brown!

Mattie Brown has always prided herself at excelling at everything. And that's why it's killing her that she scored only 18% on a sex test! But she isn't going to take it lying down. (Well, maybe she will, but that's beside the point.) Her plan — to proposition Cullen Slater, the neighborhood stud, for some hands-on instruction in how to make her sex life sizzle. Too bad it's her cute, nice-guy neighbor Mike Peterson who's lighting her fire….


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460340639
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 6/15/2014
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Sales rank: 46,720
  • File size: 325 KB

Meet the Author


Julie Kenner's books have hit bestseller lists as varied as USA Today, Waldenbooks, Barnes & Noble, and Locus Magazine; have won numerous awards and have been lauded in industry publications such as Publisher's Weekly and Booksense.  Julie writes a broad range of fiction, including sexy and quirky romances, young adult novels, chick lit suspense thrillers and paranormal mommy lit.  Visit her online at http://www.juliekenner.com
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"EIGHTEEN PERCENT!" I could hear my voice echoing through the cinderblock-walled laundry room.

"Eighteen percent is for nuns and small children. Eighteen percent is not for twenty-seven-year-old single girls living in Los Angeles."

Carla yanked open the dryer and started scooping her pinkish whites into her laundry basket. An hour ago, her whites had actually been white, but with Carla, these things tended to happen. "I still can't believe you're so upset just because you got a crappy score on some Internet Slut Test." She flashed me a look designed to underscore just how much she didn't believe I'd do something so foolish. Ridiculous, really, given that Carla had known me since kindergarten. I was Mattie Brown and she was Carla Browning, which meant that fate had pretty much destined that we'd sit beside each other in every class until graduation. Being relatively pragmatic, we figured we could either be best friends or vile enemies. We'd opted for the friend route. At the time, it had seemed the more prudent option.

Today, Carla was probably having second thoughts, a supposition that quickly proved true when she pulled out a pale pink bra and shook it at me. "You're as bad as you were in high school, only now you don't have Angie dogging your heels."

Angie is my stepsister, although the "step" part has never really been part of the equation for either one of us. We were both three when our parents married, and she's my sister, for good, bad or indifferent. And since we're separated by a mere four months (she's the eldest), we grew up sharing each other's clothes, coveting each other's boyfriends and busting tail to outdo each other academically, socially and every other way. I love her, but I've never stopped trying to beat her. And — damn the woman — the truth is that she usually beat me. In everything from boyfriends to grade point average. (In the latter, she edged by me with one grade point, taking the lead in our very last semester of high school, and wresting the valedictorian slot away from me. Not that I'm bitter or anything...)

I took a breath and tried to stop scowling. "I'm not trying to be the slut valedictorian. For that matter, it's not even really about the test. I mean, another test said my perfect job would be analyzing actuarial tables, and how ewww is that?"

"Very," she agreed, and we both paused for a moment, reveling in the mathematical horror. "But if it wasn't the test, then what?"

I shrugged. "The realization that came with it, I guess." I paused for emphasis, then spit out the horrible truth. "My sex life is boring."

Carla's perfectly plucked brows rose infinitesimally. "I thought you didn't have a sex life?"

So much for slipping one past Carla. "Fine. You win. My sex life was boring. Back when I was with Dex, it was duller than dirt. And now that I'm single again, it's not boring. It's nonexistent." Dex had dumped me about four months ago, a little fact that had pretty much blown me out of the water. We'd been together two years, and I expected we'd stay together, ending up with a marriage and two-point-five kids and a dog.

Yes, our sex life — and the rest of our relationship if you want to get right down to it — had been spiraling downward, but we were comfortable. Or, at least I'd thought we were.

But my dirty little secret? Even though I was blind-sided by the breakup, I wasn't all that disappointed. What I was, was angry. I should have been the dumper, not the dumpee. As it was, I'd completely lost face. With myself, even if with no one else.

With a dramatic sigh, I hefted an armful of white cotton undies out of my dryer, then frowned at the laundry basket, wishing it were filled with shocking bits of red satin and black lace. Underwear with a raison d'être more provocative than simply keeping my private parts hidden in the event of a catastrophic highway accident. Like every other normal mother on the planet, my high-powered attorney mom's list of constant worries placed clean underwear higher than poverty, nuclear war or starving children in China.

Too bad for me, Mom had taught me well. There wasn't a frivolous panty in the bunch. No satin, no lace, nothing even remotely Frederick's of Hollywood about my unmentionables. Not even Victoria's Secret. We're talking K-Mart all the way.

No wonder I wasn't a slut.

I sighed dramatically and leaned against the detergent dispenser. "My sex life is boring. My clothes are boring. My life is boring."

Carla frowned at another light pink shirt, then waved the hideous thing in my direction. "Want a pink tee?"

What I wanted was to strangle her. Here I was having a relatively dramatic personal crisis and she was ruining her laundry. "Have you even heard a word I've said?"

This time, she really did give me her attention, and frankly, considering her scowl, I wasn't certain I wanted it. "Look, Mattie — "

"I mean it. I'm going to do it. By this time next year, I'm blowing the roof off that stupid test."

This time, she raised only a single eyebrow, a trick I envied mightily.

"I'm serious. That's my New Year's resolution."

"There's an entire universe of possibilities out there, and you're wasting a perfectly good resolution on acing a sex test?"

"You want to say that a little louder? I'm not sure they heard you by the pool." I poked my head out the open laundry-room door, scanning for eavesdroppers. Katy Simmons, the retired actress who lived below me, was sunning on a lounge chair. The new tenant — Mike Something-or-other — was a bit closer. A genuinely nice guy, he was also the apartment complex's resident nerd, complete with wire-framed glasses and a job that had something to do with computers.

As I watched, I could see him settle himself in one of the incredibly uncomfortable metal chairs, kick his feet up onto a tabletop, and take a swig of beer. I took a breath, surprised that my nerdish neighbor had a mighty fine body, lean and firm like a swimmer. "Mike!" Carla half yelled. "Oh, Mikey! Mattie needs a boyfriend!"

"Carla!" I grabbed the knob and slammed the door shut. "Are you insane? What if he heard?"

"So what if he did? He's cute."

I scowled, because he was cute. He was nice, too. I'd helped him carry boxes up from his U-Haul, and he'd happily shared his pizza with me a week ago. But Dex had been cute and nice, too. Cute and nice didn't cut it anymore. Cute and nice conjured the dreaded R word, and I wasn't anywhere near ready to get back on that relationship hamster wheel. "I'm not looking for cute. Cute is for bunny rabbits. Not boy toys."

Another lift of that eyebrow of hers.

I sighed and tried to look put-upon. "You just don't understand. You're getting laid on a regular basis."

"So were you until you dumped Dex."

I shook my head vehemently, my ponytail whipping around to slap me in the face. "Oh, no, no, no my friend. I was only having sorta-sex."

She flashed me a skeptical look as she shook the wrinkles out of a pair of greyish-pink sweatpants. "I'm going to regret asking, but what is sorta-sex?"

"You know. Fridays only. Me on my back. After Law & Order, but before Biography. Routine all the way. Nothing spontaneous. Nothing romantic. I could put Tollhouse cookies in before we went at it and not have to worry that they'd burn."

"Oh. Well." She busied herself with neatly folding her now-ruined laundry, while I silently cheered myself for having a sex life so truly pathetic that I'd rendered Carla speechless. Scary, I know, but I take my victories where I find them.

"Well," she said again, and I felt my victory slipping away. True, I wanted her help. I just couldn't handle her pity. "That's not so bad," she finally said, in a you're-bankrupt-and-your-dog-died-but-it'll-be-okay kind of voice. "I mean, it was still sex, right?"

This from the woman whose boyfriend just might be a superhero named Erection-Man. Mitch would come over after work, see her puttering in her kitchen wearing a ratty T-shirt and gym socks, and get so turned-on he'd bend her over the table and have his way with her. "We live in different universes, Carla," I said.

To her credit, she looked a little sheepish. It wasn't as though she didn't realize how fabulous her sex life was. But then, Carla's one of those beautiful people. Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect job. No lumps, no bumps, not even a tiny acne scar. Smart, too. The kind of woman you'd want to kill if she weren't so darn nice. "Have you put any thought into when you're going to do the legwork necessary to reach this nirvana of sexual prowess?"

I made a face. Mostly because Carla was being typically Carla and reverting to what I call her adult-speak voice — which is what she does whenever she thinks anyone is acting like an idiot. But also because, frankly, I hadn't put any thought into my newly announced resolution.

"That's what I thought," Carla said, making me scowl even more. "I mean, come on, Mattie. You've been working like a fiend for months. This is your first weekend off in forever."

That was true enough. I work at John Layman Productions, and if the company sounds familiar, then you're probably one of those people who watches really bad reality programming about celebrities that no one cares about anymore. Not that I'm criticizing my boss's chosen field or anything (ahem). I mean, it pays the bills. But, honestly, does anyone really care about kids who were celebrities when they were six, then fell off the map during the last two decades? And if somebody does care enough to tune in every night at eleven, then, you know, maybe that person just needs to get a life.


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  • Posted September 6, 2014

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    Reviewed by Marissa
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    Review originally posted at Romancing the Book

    Julie Kenner’s books are just such fun to read! I think the first book of hers I read involved superheroes on an other-worldly level (the Aphrodite series) and I enjoyed the frivolity and easy style of her writing. The Perfect Score brought me right back to that style.

    I found Mattie likable and I even felt a connection with her – dating all the wrong men only to settle down with someone who turned out to be in no way the right man. Getting back out there is not easy and I have to give her credit for doing it on her own terms. When faced with staying in her same old boring life or taking a chance on an upgraded sex life – and perhaps that career opportunity she’s been waiting for – she jumps on the chance to make those changes. It’s a struggle for her but with the encouragement of her best friend and her sister, she pushes herself past her normal boundaries.

    Mike is described as a geek but he has abs and he’s charming – not what I would normally describe as ‘geek-ish’ but it works here. There are several things that drew me to the character – he found Mattie’s slut search a challenge, he found the awkward things she did (like spilling a bag full of condoms and vibrators) endearing and, most importantly, he didn’t give up. Instead, he pushed on and fought harder. Yes, Mike is definitely a romance novel man.

    While it seems a little shallow to have sex with a male model just to raise a score on an internet slut test, I can see where it could be a consideration for a woman who finds herself recently out of a boring, go-nowhere relationship. Of course, as readers, we know how the story is going to end and I loved the way Kenner looped it back around to the beginning.

    So just for fun *ahem* I found a slut test on the internet. Okay, I found more than one and I took two different ones to weigh the results (and because the questions on the first one were just kind of dumb). On the first test I scored 58% – I’m not a full-blown slut but still a slut. The second one, which had more sex-oriented questions, brought my score up to 63%. According to the first site, the average slut score is 36% so I figure I’m double the average slut.

    Favorite Quote: Clearly, I was out with the quarterback, and a tiny part of me wanted to melt into the floor. Because I’m so not the homecoming queen.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2006

    A fun and amusing contemporary romance

    In Los Angeles Mattie Brown took the slut (make that sex) test as a lark. However, when she scores 18 percent on the Internet based exam, she become outraged, humiliated and upset as that tally is what a nun would obtain not a twenty-seven years old siren, make that woman. Refusing to be left behind she decides she will re-take the test as soon as she gains some experiences. Of course Mattie has no one to practice with, which is part of the reason she scored in the lower get a sex life percentile.------------------ She needs a practice dummy so she can score an A+ on the slut-meter and thinks she has the perfect hunk, a dumb all body male model. If he fails her there is the sex shop batteries not included. However, Mike Peterson is much more than the body instructor as the computer game expert plans to prove to the beautiful woman who has propositioned him.------------------- THE PERFECT SCORE is a fun and amusing contemporary romance that lampoons the American preoccupation with sex and test scores. Mattie is fabulous as her quest takes her into some interesting stores, a humorous discussion with her mom (the asides are outrageously funny), and ultimately with Mike who plans to make her the teacher¿s pet. Julie Kenner provides a delightful lighthearted romp that never takes itself seriously except when Mattie takes tests.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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