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The Kiss Test
     

The Kiss Test

3.2 9
by Shannon McKelden
 

Margo Gentry's life is perfect. She loves her job as a DJ for Manhattan's only country music station, and she has a great boyfriend who accepts her need to avoid marriage and her Elvis obsession—even the velvet Elvis painting in their bedroom.

But then it all falls apart. The radio station changes formats and fires all the DJs. Margo's boyfriend decides

Overview

Margo Gentry's life is perfect. She loves her job as a DJ for Manhattan's only country music station, and she has a great boyfriend who accepts her need to avoid marriage and her Elvis obsession—even the velvet Elvis painting in their bedroom.

But then it all falls apart. The radio station changes formats and fires all the DJs. Margo's boyfriend decides he wants kids and a house in the suburbs and kicks her to the curb. And to top it all off, her Mom is getting married—for the 11th time!—and expects Margo to be there as maid of honor.

With no job and no place to live, Margo has to bunk on the couch of her best friend, Chris, whose bedroom has hosted half the women in New York—at least, the ones who pass his "kiss test." Worse, he's insisting she attend her mother's wedding, and he's personally driving her cross-country to ensure she shows up.

Forget about surviving the road trip—can their friendship survive The Kiss Test?

88,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781426897245
Publisher:
Carina Press
Publication date:
07/15/2013
Sold by:
HARLEQUIN
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
850,444
File size:
618 KB

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"Don't Be Cruel" blared from the alarm clock.

Kevin groaned beside me. He thought it was cruel to have Elvis blasting out at him at three-thirty every morning. He wanted a "normal" alarm. And he had one—set for three hours from now, when it was time for him to get up. This one was all mine.

As always, Elvis also accompanied me in the shower. I lathered, rinsed and repeated to "Hard-Headed Woman," which Kevin deemed more than appropriate, since I wouldn't give up my morning Elvis fix. On weekends, I'd drag Kevin into the shower with me, soaping him down, fittingly, to "Release Me," and he'd stop protesting my musical choices. At least for a moment.

Thanks to a timer the coffee pot was full and hot by the time I was dry and dressed. Checks, Kevin's multicolored cat, waited somewhat impatiently for his breakfast, which today he decided would include chunks of my cream-cheese-slathered New York bagel. He attacked and devoured it like I imagine he'd partake of a mouse meal had there been any in our tenth-floor Manhattan apartment.

This was my favorite time of day. Well, my whole life was pretty much my favorite. I'd worked hard over the past few years to get everything the way it was. I had a great job as Margo in the Morning, the a.m. DJ for WKUP, Wake Up 107, a country radio station housed in the Empire State Building. We liked to joke that WKUP was for people who were country at heart but afraid of farm animals. I had a great market share, enjoyed near-celebrity status among New York City country music listeners and had the privilege of meeting many of my favorite country artists every week.

I had a boyfriend who loved sex, remembered to put the toilet seat down and didn't pressure me to get married—a definite not-gonna-happen in my book. We lived in a terrific apartment—complete with elevator and doorman—on the edge of Chelsea, surrounded by Kevin's modestly elegant decor and my Elvis collection.

I loved New York—running in Central Park, Broadway matinees (so I didn't have to dress up) and meeting friends for drinks at our favorite sports bar. I loved the traffic, the noise, the variety of people. I loved the fact that my mother lived in California.

I simply loved my life.

At four-thirty, I dragged on a lightweight sweat jacket, shoved my feet into sneakers and gave the Elvis bobblehead on the hall table a tap. He'd been my good-luck charm since winning him on eBay six months ago. Some people rubbed Buddha's belly; I whacked Elvis upside the head to watch his pelvic gyrations.

Though the sky over Manhattan was still dark, the sidewalks were bright with lights from the buildings, as was typical for the pre-crack of dawn in mid-June. It was five long blocks to work, and the brisk walk in the still-chilled air warmed me up. I dodged the other Type A personalities headed for work before most people even thought of opening their eyes, and spent the time going over any exciting news I'd read or heard in the past twenty-four hours, which would serve as fodder for my program. I went for fresh and hip on Margo in the Morning.

Two blocks from work my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Margo? Honey, is that you?"

"Mom? Mom, it's—" I squinted at my watch as I passed a lighted store front, "It's 1:35 a.m. in California. What's wrong?"

"I know what time it is, Margo. I have a watch."

I rolled my eyes.

"Then why are you calling so early?"

"I wanted to catch you before you got to work."

"Well, I'm almost there now. What's going on?"

"I'm getting married."

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The Kiss Test 3.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Jen_the_Bibliophile More than 1 year ago
In all honesty, I really had no idea what to expect when I started this book. I kind of picked it because I really liked the cover and I love books where best friends realize they love each other. So, all that being said, I really did love this book. It was different and fun and there were some super funny parts that had me laughing out loud. I don't know if all of you readers have quite figured this out yet, but I always love to add in a little bit of contemporary fiction to swerve my genre reads. This book was a nice change in pace for me. Our main character, Margo, I could relate with. Not that I'm necessarily a marriage hating fiend (although, even though married, I just may be *wink*), but I could understand her frustrations. I could understand her thoughts and feelings about wanting to be her own person and not wanting to hurt or get hurt. Now, there is a whole lot more to those feelings that we find out along the way, but, I could understand her. I loved how she was always willing to stand on her own two feet and how she could kick it to the man if necessary. Chris, the best friend, was an interesting character. I didn't quite know how to read him at first. Don't get me wrong, I knew that I liked him, I just didn't know if he was the self absorbed hottie or the hottie who gets all the woman, but isn't a hothead about it. Having read the book, I'd go with the latter. I loved Chris and his character in this book. He was not only a sexy bit a man flesh, but he had personality and charisma. Which, yeah he used more often than not to bring the chicks to his bed, but I could always tell that he cared for Margo. Even if those feelings may have been only best friend feelings, he still always cared for her above others, and that I really loved about him. Really, the only thing I didn't truly get in the book was Margo's unadulterated obsession with Elvis. Possibly because I think he is just alright, but I don't necessarily think it was Elvis that was the point as much as that she be loved in spite of it. But, I thought the plot flowed and paced nicely and I really did care for the characters that McKelden wrote. They were flawed and funny and I needed a little bit of love in my life the night I read this. I needed a good story with a happy ending to cheer and brighten up my day. And that is exactly what I got. So, if any of you are looking for a cute story with some love and romance, a cross country road trip with a sexy man in a Jeep (not a car mind you, a Jeep) and a really steamy scene in the outskirts of my favorite state in the nation, Arizona, than you really should pick up this book. I recommend it for those who enjoy Adult Contemporary Fiction with Romance thrown in.
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