Romance novelist Kelsey Spencer doesn’t believe in love, and she's tired of faking her way through happily ever afters. Determined to change things up, she heads to the Las Vegas Romance Lovers Convention. But somewhere between half-naked cover models and hot Navy SEALs, Kelsey’s plans derail…
Especially once she meets über-fan Jasmine Grant…and Jasmine’s über-hot alphahole brother, Aaron.
Buttoned-up Aaron Grant never thought he’d find himself at a romance convention, but here he is, trying to convince his impulsive sister not to marry a beefcake cover model. His only hope is to enlist the aid of the cynical (and sexy) romance writer his sister worships.
After a sweltering jaunt around Vegas, some strange conference hijinks, and one outrageous proposal, Kelsey and Aaron are left questioning everything they know about romance and love…and if falling in love might just be worth the gamble.
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The Right Kind of Guy
A What Happens in Vegas Romantic Comedy
By Kerri-Leigh Grady, Stacy Abrams
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2016 Kerri-Leigh Grady
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Vegas might never recover once this invasion of romance lovers departed.
Kelsey Spencer glanced around the hotel café and tried to gauge how many of the wide-eyed crop milling about were the enlivened attendees of the romance convention it seemed every other person had come to town for. Probably everyone — the hotel was crammed with cover models, Regency gowns, and actors surrounded by a tight circle of security. Plus some aspiring actors and writers. If you had a ken for breaking into the industry, the Comic Con of the romance genre was definitely the place to do it.
But good Maude on a shingle, the audience this event attracted was varied.
Deena, Kelsey's spiral-haired agent, had even decided to go all cosplay. She wore a leathery steampunk outfit that sharpened her typically rounded features. Unfortunately, those sharpened edges were no good combined with her brash communication skills. She looked like a pretty raptor with a parasol and bustle. "Doll, just trust me on this. You can't genre-hop. Not now. You're too small."
Fifteen books and two USA Today bestsellers ... when would she be big enough in Deena's estimation? Maybe when she actually drew a comfortable wage from her writing? Kelsey sighed. "I'm just tired of feeling like a fraud." Even her romance author persona had begun to irritate her, like a cheap wool scarf wrapped a little too tight around her neck. It paid the bills — barely — but every time she posted to her blog about some real-life epic romance, she had to resist the urge to include a betting pool for how long it would last.
Deena patted her hand. "You're not a fraud. You write romance. Everyone knows it's a goddamned fantasy. Quit being a baby."
Yeah, easy to say when Deena didn't have to sit in on a book signing where one reader after another gushed about how the books made them feel. It was a rush, sure, to know that her writing resonated, but without fail, the reader would wax on about meeting her own hero one day.
And that? No bueno. That was a one-way ticket on the Crazy Cat Lady Express. Just look at her own history: twenty-eight and suckered into a doomed marriage when she was twenty-one. She'd been desperate for love after a childhood without, and she'd fallen for a guy who seemed like The One with his twinkly eyes and commanding ways and bad poetry and pretty flowers, and what had happened?
Inside of a year, she and the jerk were divorced.
"This book is done, though. It's a thriller with a ..." She seesawed her hand. "Vague romantic element. I'm not saying it's great, but I think it might be pretty good." Kelsey clasped her hands in a pleading gesture. "Just read it in your copious spare time and tell me if we can maybe, possibly consider shopping it."
Deena scowled. "You're running up on a deadline as it is, chickie. Where's the book you owe Dyer-Hall? Remember the magic I worked on that contract, like I'm your goddamned fairy godmother?"
"Yes, how could I forget? Finished it last night. I'll have it turned in as soon as I do a spit shine." She sat up straight and grinned huge. Deena was still negotiating a new series with Dyer-Hall, so Kelsey had some spare time now. "Please just read it?"
Deena looked like the stays holding her torso rigid had just buckled. She dropped her hands, her head lolled, and she rolled her eyes. "Goddammit, fine. Send me the thriller." She straightened again and pointed. "No shit, kid, I'm doing this because I love you and not because I think it's even worth considering at this point."
Kelsey nodded and tried to hold back the urge to bounce in her seat.
"I'm for real here. If it's not fan-fucking-tastic, we're shelving it for at least a year. Maybe more." Deena cranked up her stank eye at Kelsey. "Now where's your next proposal?" She leaned closer. "Romance, natch."
Holding up her hands, Kelsey ducked her head. "Working on it. Doing some research right now." It was a lie. She was log-jammed. Creatively clogged. Mentally constipated. But Deena didn't need to know that because it would pass and the words would flow.
"Tell me you're researching SEALs and shit."
Kelsey nodded. "Yeah, SEALs and shit."
Deena looked ready to call her on obvious bullshit, but someone approached their table just then and squealed. It was way too early in the day for anyone to make a noise of that wavelength, and half the café turned to see what the hell was happening.
A dark blonde with curls framing her face and eyelashes stretching to reach Texas clapped her hands over her cheeks. "Kelsey Spencer?"
Kelsey had a moment of panic — someone from her past or an exuberant fan? She rarely had exuberant anything in her life, so she was leaning toward the former possibility and wracking her memory for some clue as to this woman's identity.
"I knew it! Kelsey fucking Spencer. I. Love. Your. Books." She whipped her large Givenchy purse off her shoulder and rummaged through it. Inside of five seconds, she snagged something and tugged it free. A load of freshly used tissues came with the book she slapped onto the table. "Best book ever written." She snatched away the errant tissues and stuffed them into her purse.
Deena kicked Kelsey under the table.
"Thank you." It was one of Kelsey's favorites. She'd really enjoyed writing it, and the sales had been decent, but it had begun the freefall in her writerly confidence. This book — Macadan's Woman — and the reader response to the grand finale scene left her questioning her responsibility as an author. Was it really okay to present such an unreasonable fantasy to readers who loved the idea so much, they insisted the fantasy could be their reality?
Deena kicked Kelsey again. She glared at her agent.
"Maybe Kelsey fucking Spencer could sign the book for you?" Deena asked.
The fan practically shone when she grinned. "Yes, please! And then if you could package up Macadan and deliver him to my home, I will be forever grateful."
Kelsey forced a smile, gritted her teeth, and pulled the book closer. "Deena, got a pen on you?" Deena handed her a red pen ... of course. "Who should I sign it for?"
"Jasmine. That's me." She dropped to a squat beside Kelsey, and her cute and obviously expensive yellow sundress floofed around her knees. The conference nametag she wore flipped around to show her name. Jasmine Grant. "The way Macadan scaled a goddamned mountain for Kat. Fucking magical. Every man should have to scale a mountain to prove his worth."
Kelsey laughed. "There'd be a whole lot fewer relationships in this world."
Deena kicked Kelsey again, hard this time. Kelsey yelped.
Jasmine covered Kelsey's hand lightly. "At the risk of sounding like a creepy stalker fan, tell me who hurt you so much, and I'll kick his ass for you." A shimmer covered her eyes, as if she were trying not to cry, but it felt less like a single white female reaction and more like a moment of sisterhood solidarity. Like Jasmine herself had just been kicked in the teeth by the reality that romance and all the fantasy surrounding it weren't real.
Kelsey withdrew her hand so she could awkwardly pat Jasmine's and shush some there-theres, but suddenly Jasmine flushed, and her eyes widened as she stared past Kelsey's shoulder. "How did he find me?"
Kelsey's heart rate kicked up, and she turned to see what had caused Jasmine so much alarm, but she couldn't pick out a threat from the crowd headed toward the casino. She turned back to Jasmine. "Are you okay, hon? You look scared."
Jasmine smiled, but her eyes darted between Kelsey and whoever she'd identified as a threat. "Not scared, just very surprised, and not in a good way. There's a man behind you. He hasn't seen me yet, so I'm going to sneak away. I'd love to fangirl squee over you some other time. We chatted once on your blog about the effectiveness of the matchmaker trope, and it was awesome."
Kelsey remembered that convo, and she remembered this woman. It had been awesome, a moment that sparked her love of the genre again thanks to the smart responses and insight Jasmine had offered.
"Oh no, he saw me." She stood and backed up a step.
"Go, I'll cover for you," Kelsey said, and Jas spun and did a fancy rendition of Olympic speed walking out of the café area — impressive considering the height of the designer shoes she wore.
Kelsey stood, pushing her chair back hard as she turned. The chair caught a man in the knee, and he stumbled. Ack! Kelsey reached out for him, thinking she could right him but forgetting she wore the most ridiculous pair of fuck-me heels she owned. They both went ass over teakettle onto the floor.
Somehow, Kelsey landed half on his chest. He'd taken the brunt of their fall, and he seemed to be staring at the ceiling like he was reconsidering all his life decisions to this point. He was breathtakingly handsome, with sandy hair and bright green eyes that, when turned on her, were laser focused.
Kelsey felt a stab. Want.
"Where's the woman you were talking to? Where did she go?"
And with that, Kelsey realized he and Jasmine had been an item, and he was apparently stalkery enough to track her down at a romance convention. Jackhole.
"You okay down there?" Deena grasped Kelsey's shoulder and urged her to stand.
"Fine." At least her unplanned attempt to block him had worked. When she stood — a feat made possible only by her yoga classes thanks to her tight skirt and clearance rack heels — and brushed herself off, she confirmed Jasmine was long gone.
The man she'd fled stood and gave Kelsey a hard look as he, too, dusted his unmolested shirt and ran his hand through unmussed, rather gorgeous hair. The look wasn't complimentary and, in fact, spoke volumes about his assumptions. Two could play that insult game, so she affected her own look of contempt and gave him a quick inspection Take that, not-so-dudebro dudebro.
When she was done, he smirked. Her eye twitched. It was no wonder Jasmine wanted away from this guy.
"If Jasmine was that unwilling to talk to me, you only had to say so. No need to assault me with your chair."
"Maybe don't leave a girl with the impression she has to assault a guy with a chair to get away?" She pursed her lips. "Sorry about that, though. I actually meant to use other means to stop you."
When he let his gaze drift down to the cleavage her unbuttoned blouse exposed, Kelsey inhaled sharply. Deena elbowed Kelsey, lifted her eyebrows, and mouthed, Outta here. Kelsey grabbed at Deena, but the traitor slipped free and waved. Ta ta, she mouthed.
Kelsey'd get her back. Send her the thriller she'd written and then start immediately hounding her for a response. Like, every hour.
"I assume you aren't going to tell me how to find my sister?" he asked.
Sister? Ohhh. This made sense, and some of her desire to fight dissipated. But she'd still cover for Jasmine, never mind it was no piece of cake, given she didn't know Jasmine's last name, much less where she'd taken off to. "Nope," she said. But her insistence was pointless.
"Are you injured?" Jasmine asked, gently clasping each of them, and Kelsey started.
Well, there went the whole point of her chair attack. But Jasmine looked concerned, so Kelsey bit her tongue.
"We seem to be fine," the guy said. He flicked an annoyed gaze at Kelsey, but his eyes lingered again on the front of her blouse. Kelsey angled away from him.
Jasmine's face morphed from concern to irritation. "Goddammit, Aaron. You caused that racket on purpose because you knew I'd come back to make sure you hadn't broken your goddamned leg." She released them and took the opportunity to smack Aaron on the shoulder.
His face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes. "Just come home."
"I don't think so. I have vacation time saved up, and I'm taking it." Jasmine crossed her arms, and Kelsey took a step back, hoping to escape what looked like a family brawl in the making.
"This isn't like you," he said quietly. "Be reasonable."
"By reasonable, you mean do what you and Dad think I should do, yes?"
He shrugged. "In this case ..."
Kelsey took a full step back and fumbled for her purse. This was definitely not a conversation she needed to be part of.
Jasmine turned and gave Kelsey a sunny smile. "Sorry, my brother is a bit overbearing, don't you think? Like a classic alphahole." She glared at the guy.
"What, is that an insult? It sounds like an insult." He put his hands on his hips, pushing back the tasteful suit jacket he wore over a light green shirt. The movement outlined his silhouette, and Kelsey warmed a bit at the hint of muscular definition beneath the slim-cut and expensive looking shirt.
"Of course it's an insult. Now go away and leave me to my fun."
He reached out to Jasmine but didn't touch her. Palm up, he looked like he was posing for a GQ photo shoot, and it hit Kelsey how ridiculous this was, like a scene from a book she'd write. Hunky hero, older brother to the heroine's designer-clothed best friend, and he was there to run everyone's lives and make sure everything fell into clockwork efficiency — as only an alpha older brother hero could. He even fit the physical bill, ruggedly handsome and dressed like he was at least upper middle class. "I'm not leaving without you."
Jasmine sighed and rolled her eyes. "Aaron, this is my favorite author, like, ever. Kelsey fucking Spencer. Thanks for making a scene in front of my favorite author, like, ever. That makes you the worst brother, definitely, ever."
Aaron glared. "I made a scene?" He leaned in closer. "I'm only concerned. The way you left ..."
Jasmine firmly pushed Aaron back and pasted on another bright smile, but suddenly Kelsey could see the pain underneath, and she wanted to protect this slight but vibrant woman, too. She seemed like the kind of person everyone flocked around to cushion from the blows of life, but the way she held herself said she didn't actually need anyone.
"Kelsey and I were just discussing how men should have to prove themselves worthy in this world, just like in romance novels. Then you'd know when you have the right kind of guy."
He scowled. Kelsey fought her own scowl. She most certainly hadn't agreed with that idea.
"You know, like maybe he should propose in a thunderstorm on top of Pike's Peak or something instead of at a stuffy family dinner with overbearing brothers in attendance."
He scowled harder and pursed his lips like he was trying to form less snark than his mind wanted to deliver. "Pike's Peak during a thunderstorm is an invitation to a funeral, not a wedding."
With a satisfied hmph, Jasmine spun to Kelsey and snatched her book from the table. "Will you be at the book signing? I can get your autograph then, Kelsey fucking Spencer, since Aaron fucking Grant can't see fit to let me deal with my shit the way I want to deal with it."
Kelsey smiled and shouldered her purse. With a pointed glance at Jasmine's brother, she asked the woman, "You're okay?"
Jasmine nodded. "He'll go home soon enough. He won't be able to stand all this floof and squealing and romance. The rash it will give him will force him back to the airport."
He laughed then. "Actually, I'm here all weekend." He tugged a convention badge from his pocket and flashed it at her.
"Great," Jasmine whispered. Her shoulders drooped, and then she turned and stomped away.
Once his sister had disappeared into the lobby, Aaron turned his attention to Kelsey. "I apologize for my sister. She shouldn't have dragged you into this."
"Actually, she seems like a lovely woman who's doing her damnedest to have some fun this weekend." Kelsey pursed her lips. She hadn't meant to blurt that out, but the way his green eyes flared, she thought maybe it was worth it just to feel the warmth his gaze sparked. Also, alphas had all the sass coming.
"She's had a bad month."
"Looks like she's doing okay considering the whole month has sucked for her." Kelsey shrugged a shoulder. "But I just met her, so."
"Yes, you did. You have no idea. Look, maybe you can talk some sense into her. She's mentioned your name before, pretty recently, though without the profanity." He shifted his stance, leaned forward. "A moment of your time," he said, not in the way a normal person might have asked, but in the way only an overbearing big brother can demand. He gestured at the seat Deena had abandoned.
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Kelsey is a romance author, who doesn’t believe in the stories she writes: tropes, insta love, steamy connections, friends to lovers, you name it: she mocks it privately. Now the time is come to put up or shut up: the big convention in Vegas where romance fans and megafans gather to celebrate all things romance. Megafan Jasmine is determined to find hers this year, and Kelsey and her stories are an answer. Determined to get over a broken engagement by getting under one of those hot, half-naked cover models with romance and relationship on her mind, she’s off and running. Hampered only by her brother Aaron and his determination to keep her from the biggest mistake of her life. Oh this was fun. As Grady is poking at the over-used and repeated tropes that all romance fans have seen, she is in the middle of placing her protagonist Kelsey into the middle of the largest (and most problematic) of them all – instant connection. Between the snide asides, clever dialogue and the sweet romance and connection that develops between Kelsey and Aaron, as well as the descriptions of out of control readers, scantily dressed cover models and the ‘what happens in Vegas stories’ that stay there, you’ll be whipping through the pages smiling often. A fun introduction to the genre we love to read, and occasionally poke fun at. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via Edelweiss for purpose of honest review I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions and expectations are my own responsibility.
Kelsey goes to a romance book conference. She's an author who does not believe in the kind of love she writes. She meets superfan Jas who is tailed by her brother, Aaron, who is trying to keep her out of trouble and in a job. As Kelsey and Aaron follow Jas around Las Vegas to keep her from making a big "life ruining" mistake, they both start to rethink their ideas of love. I liked Jas. I am so glad she was in the book. She was bigger than life and kept me from throwing this book against the wall. Kelsey and Aaron are clichéd. If you can write it, you can't be as jaded as Kelsey thought she was. You have to believe a little. I had a hard time with Aaron being so under his father's thumb. He needed to take a lesson from Jas on how to live. The story was okay but the end leaves so many possibilities open and I wanted to see how they changed their lives instead of getting a epilogue and having to use my imagination.
Kelsey is a romance author that doesn't believe in true love. She is tired of living a lie, and has traveled to Las Vegas to try and convince her agent look at her fiction novel. She meets Aaron who is at the convention to try and keep an eye his little sister. They meet when Aaron's sister, Jasmine approaches Kelsey for an autograph. Aaron asks for Kelsey's help and an awesome adventure ensues! At the end of the weekend will their hot hook up turn into a relationship or stay in Vegas? This a cute book that is a wonderful addition to the What Happens in Vegas series. I liked both main characters and really loved Jasmine. I recommend this novella to readers who have been to Vegas or would like to go to Vegas. I was given a free copy for an honest review.
I thought this was an enjoyable, light read with a fun premise! Kelsey is a Romance author attending a conference (the "Comic Con" of Romance, if you will), but her heart isn't really in the genre anymore. She has become jaded and cynical and is hoping to jump to writing Thrillers. Aaron is the older brother of one of Kelsey's fans, Jasmine, who is attending the conference. He is hellbent on dragging her back home and convincing her that the books she reads are not to be taken seriously. As with other books in the What Happens in Vegas series (of which I have read and enjoyed a few now), this has a lot of fun meta references and some interesting ideas about the Romance genre. The focus of this one seems to be those who feel cynical about love and the type of love portrayed in Romance. I liked how Kelsey (or sometimes Aaron) would acknowledge "If this were a book, ____" and thought that it was cute. However, I felt that the cynicism was a bit heavy-handed at times, which sort of tainted this for me. The way that readers of romance are portrayed in this are a bit... I don't know, stereotypical? I felt that it mocked fans a bit too much, and didn't necessarily bounce back from that and show that, no, readers of romance novels are not a bunch of silly women with ridiculous expectations. There weren't many, if any, fans that felt like the ones that I have come to know - intelligent, funny, friendly and self-confident. Women who read romance are, I think, some of the most feministic and strong, and we know fact from fiction, but don't settle for less than butterflies and respect from our partners (no Swayze or Cusack necessary, though who would say "No" to a hottie making a grand gesture?! ;) ). Jasmine, in particular, regardless of how things turn out in the end, was too juvenile in both her actions and her speech, and there was perhaps too much of her in this one. That said, I still thought this was a great book to read by the pool, or perhaps on a plane ride to Vegas. :)
Wow this was great! I loved the humor, sexual chemistry, and the romance. Once you start reading this book you will not want to put it down. "The Right Kind of Guy" by Kerri-Leigh Grady is part of the "What Happens in Vegas" series. This is romance novelist Kelsey Spencer and Aaron Grant's story. Kelsey is attending a romance readers convention in Las Vegas. Her heart is just not into writing romance novels anymore. Kelsey doesn't believe in romance. Aaron's sister, Jasmine aka "Jas", is a big fan of Kelsey's romance novels. Due to Jas' adventures in Las Vegas, Aaron and Kelsey end up spending a lot of time together. Will they be able to ignore the intense chemistry between them? Will they finally believe in romance and a happily ever after? I fell in love with Aaron and Kelsey's characters. Aaron and Kelsey are perfect for each other. They were a lot of fun. Jas' character was a mess. I hope there is another book where Jas gets her happily ever after. I look forward to reading other books by Kerri-Leigh Grady. FYI, includes mature content. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Romantic Comedy Romance author Kelsey Spencer was in Vegas along with everyone else for the romance convention. If you wanted to break into the industry, the Comic Con of the romance genre was definitely the place to do it. She loved sitting at a signing hearing as one reader after another gushed about how the books made them feel, but she knew it was all a fantasy. That kind of love didn't really exist. Aaron Grant flew to Vegas to rescue his little sister Jasmine from doing something stupid, something she'd regret the rest of her life. They both worked for their father's company and if she didn't return to work before Monday, their father would fire her! Jasmine came to Vegas for the romance convention to see her favorite writers, one specifically being Kelsey F***ing Spencer (as she named her), to get her book signed, and blow off some steam. Kelsey and Aaron end up running around Vegas trying to keep Jasmine from marrying Reid one of the book cover models. While doing this, they end up hooking up, you know the saying "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!" But does that motto really ring true? Can what they feel not follow them back home to Texas? Also are they successful in stopping Jasmine? You'll have to read THE RIGHT KIND OF GUY to find out. This romantic comedy is a quick read, but a definite must read! It'll have you laughing as well as shaking your head at some of the antics that happen. I received an ARC copy via Tasty Book Tours through NetGalley in exchange for a blog tour review. Due to sexual situations, this book is recommended for readers 17 and older!
This is a great book; this is the seventeenth book in the What Happens in Vegas series written by Kerri Leigh Grady. This is a great book with a wonderful story and well developed characters. This book will keep you reading long into the night and you will not want to put this book down until you finish. This was such a great read and full of surprises. I am looking forward to reading the next book by this great author. This book has been provided by the author with no expectations and that in no way influences my review.
there is nothing wrong with the right kind of guy. as far as breezy, contemporary romance this fits the bill. it's supposed to be a romantic comedy, which i'm not sure i agree with. unlike hooked on love, also billed as a romantic comedy, i never laughed out loud. but i can see where the author was striving for a light-hearted tone. the problem is that i found that tone super cringeworthy. the author's voice in the novel sounds like her voice on her blog, which is totally fine, i mean she wrote the book and she writes on her blog. but i just find it kind of...grating? and it felt weird to me that the female lead and the hero's sister would have the exact same voice. because instead of it being something unique and quirky specific to one of the characters, it was something that infused the entire novel. aaron was actually the best part of the novel. the women in the novel were all so annoying. it was just really weird to read. especially in a book written by a woman, for women (mainly). when aaron has his inevitable blow-up with kelsey, it was so bizarre because that whole scene was exacerbated by his sister's presence. she was really the reason the two characters were unable to talk things through, and so it felt super weird that he was then forced into a ridiculous grand gesture. i really disliked his sister, jasmine. she's the reason he is in vegas, and she's acting like a lunatic, and in the end it was all on purpose to teach her brother a lesson and matchmake? she could have just had a conversation with her brother. the fact that he bears the brunt of their parents' panic and disapproval without any acknowledgement of how not cool it is from her just made me dislike her. it would have been better to just allow the attraction between kelsey and aaron grow without the appearance of intervention from jasmine. it would have happened anyway, so why does she need to take credit for it? so, i think i would have liked this book better without the irritating secondary character. at least the cover is pretty? **the right kind of guy will publish on october 17, 2016. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing in exchange for my honest review.
The Vegas Romance Writers convention comes to a close with a witty tongue in cheek story of a romance writer, Kelsey Spencer, who wants to go into a different direction with her writing and super sexy brother of her biggest fan. Kelsey meets Aaron Grant as he dogs his sister at the convention trying to keep her from making a huge mistake. The hilarious banter and jabs at the industry itself make this one very entertaining read. Their chemistry is off the charts and while they make fun of the "insta-love" found in romance novels, they themselves are caught up in a whirlwind romance. This one was fun to read and it kept me chuckling all the way through. Definitely a book I recommend to everyone.
What do you get when throw in a Vegas Romance Convention, 2 hot authors and a funny sister? Chemistry and one hell of a hilarious, tongue in cheek romance! I loved this fast paced romance and the chemistry between Kelsey and Aaron. Definitely recommend this romance, it can't stay in Vegas baby! I voluntarily received this Author Copy for Review. Laura Redmon Cutting Muse Blog Review
The Right Kind of Guy by Kerri-Leigh Grady is Book 17 of the What Happens in Vegas Series. An ARC was generously provided in exchange for an honest review and I did so voluntarily. This is an honest hit-the-spot, laugh-out-loud, fast-paced romantic comedy that pokes all kinds of fun and highlights all that we love of the romance genre. Ms. Grady’s writing is beautifully-done and witty. I have found a new author to add to my go-to list. Kudos Ms. Grady!
4 out of 5 funny stars!!!! I definitely liked the book, and the characters, and the chemistry, and the theme, and the second characters, and…. Did I mention I liked the book??? This is a feel good, have fun, read with a cup of coffee and relax type of book. I read it in less than 24 hours!! This is the kind of book I love to read in between series. It is not very heavy but not all fluff, it has the right amount of angst and a lot of fun, it’s very well written, and it keeps your interest until the very end. Kelsey Spencer is kind of a hypocrite, imagine writing romance novels, and not really believing a word you write. She just doesn’t believe in love at first sight, or on grand gestures, there are no heroes of romance in real life, If you want a marriage that works, better marry your best friend. But alas, she finds herself in a romance book convention, signing books and putting a happy face, that is until Jazmine enters in her life, like a whirlwind that brought and dropped her gorgeous brother on her lap Aaron Grant has been protecting his little sister all her life, she’s had some wild antics, and thanks to him, she has been spared of a lot of problems. He sees it as his responsibility, and between his sister, a domineering father, work, he really doesn't have the time or the humor, to delve on a personal relationship. He is attending the Romance Conventions, simply because that is where Jasmine is going, and he finds himself enlisting the help of a beautiful author so she can talk some sense to his sister, and here enters romance author Kelsey, and suddenly his world and views are turned upside down. The characters have chemistry in abundance, and the heat is contagious. They are very well written, and you end up loving the secondary characters, in this instance, Jasmine. It is definitely as advertised, it's a ROM-COM!!!!
I really enjoyed this book - it's contemporary romance that is engaging and fun. Even better, the author has allowed the characters to poke fun at the genre while simultaneously drawing you into her romantic tale. If f-bombs disturb you, you might want to pass this one by, but if they don't, you will laugh at some of the antics while hoping for a HEA. The author has also used what might be my new favorite word: alphahole. Initially, I wanted to credit her for its creation, but a brief Google search ruled that out. It is a perfect word that I just love and that she sprinkled liberally throughout the novel. This book made me smile and care about the characters. I can't wait to see what the author creates next and I have added her to my must read authors' list.
Romance is the underdog of literary fiction. Many may not take the genre seriously, but the evidence doesn't lie, it's a juggernaut. Part of the reason why is because of the ability it has to branch out into other genres and deliver charming and mysterious characters Another reason is because the authors have no problem with making light of themselves. The Right Kind of Guy is the perfect prototype for romance. The cynical heroine brings humour to balance out the overly serious hero. A Vegas romance conference and an over the top romantic adventure make for hysterically tempting pleasure.