There are two kinds of people in the world. The ones who look first, and the ones who leap. I’ve always been more of a looker. Cautious. A planner. That changed after I met Drew Evans. He was so persistent. So sure of himself—and of me.
But not all love stories end happily ever after. Did you think Drew and I were going to ride off into the sunset? Join the club. Now I have to make a choice; the most important of my life. Drew already made his—in fact, he tried to decide for the both of us. But you know that’s just not my style. So I came back to Greenville, Ohio, alone. Well, sort of alone...
What I've come to realize is that old habits die hard, and sometimes you have to go back to where you began before you can move ahead.
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In high school, biology was my favorite subject. What fascinated me most were species that transform into a whole new being. Like pollywogs. Or butterflies. They start out as one thing, but end up something else entirely.
Everyone always looks at butterflies and thinks, “How lovely.” But no one ever thinks about what they had to go through to become what they are. When the caterpillar builds its cocoon, it doesn’t know what’s happening. It doesn’t understand that it’s changing.
It thinks it’s dying. That its world is ending.
The metamorphosis is painful. Terrifying and unknown. It’s only afterward that the caterpillar realizes it was all worth it.
Because now it gets to fly.
And that’s what I feel like right now. I’m more than I was before. Stronger.
Did you think I was tough before?
Fooled you. Some of it was just bravado. A façade.
Dealing with Drew Evans is like swimming into one of those rogue waves at the beach. He’s overwhelming. And either you kick hard to keep up, or he rolls over you and leaves you behind with a face full of sand.
So I had to pretend to be a hard-ass.
I don’t need to pretend anymore, because now I’m granite. Impenetrable, all the way through.
Ask anyone who’s survived an earthquake at midnight, or a house fire that wipes out everything that matters. Unexpected devastation changes you.
And I mourn the old me. And my old life. The one that I had planned to share with Drew forever.
You seem confused. Sorry—let’s start again.
See that woman over there? On the swing, in this empty playground?
That’s me—Kate Brooks.
But not really. Not the Kate you remember, anyway. Like I said, I’m different now.
You’re probably wondering why I’m here, back in Greenville, Ohio, all alone.
Technically speaking, I’m not alone.
But we’ll get to that later.
The reason I’m in Greenville is simple. I couldn’t bear to stay in New York. Not for another day. Not after everything.
He’s still in New York. Probably nursing a vicious hangover. Or maybe he’s still drunk. Who knows? Let’s not concern ourselves with him too much. He has an attractive stripper to take care of him.
Yep—I said a stripper. At least I hope she was a stripper. She could’ve been a prostitute.
Did you think Drew and I were going to ride off into the sunset? Live happily ever after? Join the club. Apparently happily ever after only lasts two years.
Don’t check the title. You’re in the right place. This is still the Drew and Kate show. It’s just twisted around. Messed up. Welcome to Oz, Toto. It’s a fucked-up place to be.
What’s that? You think I sound like Drew? That’s what Delores says—that he’s infected me with his profanity. She calls it Drew-speak. I guess after two years, it kind of rubs off.
So I can see that you’re wondering what happened. You were so in love. You were so perfect for each other. Tell me about it.
Or better yet, tell the stripper.
Anyway—believe it or not—the real problem wasn’t another woman. Not at first. Drew wasn’t lying when he said he’d always want me. He did. He still does.
He just doesn’t want us.
Still don’t understand? That’s because I’m not telling it right. I should start at the beginning. See, last week I found out . . .
No, wait. That’s not going to work either. If you’re going to understand, I need to go back further.
Our end began about a month ago. I’ll start there.
“Well, hot damn, looks like we got ourselves a deal!”
The guy in the cowboy hat? Signing that stack of papers, across from me at the conference table? That’s Jackson Howard Sr. The younger version in the black hat, sitting next to him? That’s his son, Jack Jr.
They’re cattle ranchers. Owners of the largest cattle ranch in North America, and they’ve just acquired the most innovative developer of GPS tracking software in the country. Now, you may ask yourself, why would two already wealthy businessmen travel across the country to expand their empire?
Because they want the best. And I’m the best.
Or should I say we are.
Drew takes the final document from him. “Sure do, Jack. I’d start looking into yachts for business travel, if I were you. When the profit reports roll in, your tax adviser’s going to want something big to write off.”
Kate and Drew.
The dream team of Evans, Reinhart and Fisher.
John Evans, Drew’s father, definitely knew what he was doing when he put us together. A fact he proudly loves to remind us of.
To hear him tell it, he knew all along that Drew and I would be an unbeatable team—unless we killed each other. Apparently that was a chance John was willing to take. Of course, he didn’t know we’d end up together like we are now, but . . . he takes credit for that part too. Starting to see where Drew gets it from, aren’t you?
Erin walks in now with our clients’ coats. She makes eye contact with Drew and taps her watch. He nods discreetly.
“I say we go out and celebrate—paint this town red! See if you city folk can keep up with the likes of me,” Jackson Howard says.
Even though he’s pushing seventy, he’s got the energy of a twenty-year-old. And I suspect he’s got more than a few bull-riding stories up his sleeve.
I open my mouth to accept the invite, but Drew cuts me off.
“We’d love to, Jack, but unfortunately Kate and I have a previously scheduled appointment. There’s a car waiting for you downstairs to take you to the finest establishments in the city. Enjoy yourselves. And of course the tab’s on us.”
They stand and Jack tips his hat to Drew. “That’s damn fine of you, son.”
“It’s our pleasure.”
As we walk to the door, Jack Jr. turns to me and holds out his card. “It was a real pleasure working with you, Miss Brooks. The next time you’re in my neck of the woods, I’d be honored to show around. I have a feelin’ Texas would agree with you. Maybe you’ll even decide to stay and put down some roots.”
Yep, he’s coming on to me. Maybe you think that’s sleazy. I would have, two years ago. But like Drew told me then, it happens all the time. Businessmen are slick, cocky. They kind of have to be.
It’s one of the reasons this field has the third-highest rate of infidelity—right after truck drivers and police officers. The long hours, the frequent traveling, hooking up almost becomes inevitable. A foregone conclusion.
It’s how Drew and I started, remember?
But Jack Jr.’s not like the other jerks who’ve propositioned me. He seems sincere. Sweet. So I smile and reach out to take his card, just to be polite.
But Drew’s hand is faster than mine. “We’d love to. We don’t get a lot of work down South, but the next time we do, we’ll cash in that rain check.”
He’s trying to be professional, unemotional. But his jaw is clenched. Sure, he’s smiling, but have you ever seen Lord of the Rings? Gollum smiled too.
Just before he bit that guy’s hand off who was holding his “precious.”
Drew is territorial and possessive. That’s just who he is.
Matthew once told me a story: For Drew’s first day of kindergarten, his mother bought him a lunch box. A Yoda one. On the playground, Drew wouldn’t put it down because it was his and he was afraid someone would break it. Or steal it. It took Matthew a week to convince him that nobody would—or that together, they could beat the everlasting hell out of anyone who did.
At times like this, I know just how that lunch box felt.
I smile kindly at Jack Jr. and he tips his hat. And then they’re out the door.
As soon as it’s closed behind them, Drew tears John Jr.’s card in half. “Dickhead.”
I push his shoulder. “Stop it. He was nice.”
Drew’s eyes snap to mine. “You thought Luke and Daisy Duke’s inbred love child was nice? Really?” He takes a step forward.
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
His voice morphs into an over-the-top southern drawl. “Maybe I should buy myself some chaps. And a cowboy hat.” Then he drops the accent. “Oohh—or better yet, we’ll get you one. I can be your wild stallion and you can be the brazen cowgirl who rides me.”
And the funniest thing of all? He’s really not kidding.
I shake my head with a smile. “So what’s this mysterious meeting we have? There’s nothing on my schedule.”
He smiles widely. “We have an appointment at the airport.” He slides two airline tickets out of his suit pocket.
First class—to Cabo San Lucas.
I inhale quickly. “Cabo?”
His eyes sparkle. “Surprise.”
I’ve traveled more in the last two years than I had in my entire life before—the cherry blossoms blooming in Japan, the crystal waters of Portugal. . . . All things Drew had already seen, places he’d already been to.
Places he wanted to share—with me.
I look closer at the tickets and frown. “Drew, this flight leaves in three hours. I’ll never have time to pack.”
He takes two bags out of the closet. “So it’s a good thing that I already have.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze. “You are the best boyfriend ever.”
He smirks in that way that makes me want to kiss him and slap him at the same time.
“Yeah, I know.”
The hotel is stunning. With views I’ve only seen on a postcard. We’re on the top floor—penthouse. Like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, Drew is a big believer in “only the best.”
It’s late when we get in, but after a nap on the plane, we’re both wired. Energized.
All the airlines are cutting back these days, even in first class. The sandwiches may be complimentary, but that doesn’t mean they’re edible.
While Drew is in the shower, I start to unpack. Why aren’t we showering together? I really don’t need to answer that, do I?
I put the bags on the bed and open them. Most men look at an empty suitcase like it’s some kind of physics equation—they can stare at it for hours, but still have no frigging clue what they’re supposed to do with it.
But not Drew.
He’s Mr. I-Think-of-Everything.
He packed all the incidentals that most men wouldn’t think of. Everything I’ll need to make my vacation comfortable and fun.
Except for underwear. There isn’t a single pair of underwear in this entire suitcase.
And it’s not an oversight.
My boyfriend happens to hold a serious grudge against undergarments. If he had his way, we’d both be walking around like Adam and Eve—minus the fig leaves, of course.
But he did bring the rest of the essentials. Deodorant, shaving cream, a razor, makeup, birth control pills, moisturizer, the rest of my antibiotic for the ear infection I had last week, eye cream—and so on.
And we should pause here, for a brief public service announcement.
I have a few clients who are in the pharmaceutical field. And those companies have whole departments whose sole job is writing.
Writing what, you ask? You know those little inserts that come with your prescription? The ones that list every possible side effect and what you should do, should any of them occur? May cause drowsiness, don’t operate large machinery, contact doctor immediately, blah blah blah.
Most of us just open the little paper bag, take out our pills, and throw the insert away. Most of us do . . . but we shouldn’t. I’m not going to bore you with a lecture. All I’ll say at the moment is: Read the insert. You’ll be glad you did.
And now—back to Mexico.
Drew walks out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, and I forget all about the suitcase. You know how some men are boob guys, or ass guys? It works the same for women. I’m a forearm girl, myself. There’s something about a man’s forearms that’s just . . . hot. Masculine—in a manly man kind of way.
Drew has the finest set I’ve ever seen. Tight and toned—not too bulky, not too thin—with just the right amount of hair.
He removes the towel from his hips and rubs it over his shoulders. And I’m pretty sure I start to drool.
Maybe I’m an ass woman after all.
“You know it’s impolite to stare.”
I drag my eyes up to his. He’s smiling. And I take a step toward him—like a cougar closing in on her prey.
“Is it, now?”
Drew licks his lips. “Definitely.” A drop of water slides down the middle of his chest.
Anyone else thirsty?
“Well, I don’t want to be rude.”
Just as I’m about to lean down and lick the droplet off him, my stomach growls. Loudly.
Drew laughs. “Maybe I should feed you first. For what I have planned, you’re going to need some energy.”
I bite my lip in anticipation. “You have something planned?”
“For you? Always.”
He spins me around and slaps me on the rear. “Now get that delectable ass in the shower so we can go. The sooner we eat, the quicker we can come back here and fuck till the sun comes up.”
He really doesn’t mean to be as crude as he sounds.
Yeah—you’re right—he probably does.
An hour later, we’re on our way to dinner. Drew surprised me with a new dress—white eyelet and strapless, with a hem that flares out just above my knee. My hair is down with a slight curl, the way I know he loves it.
As for my boyfriend—I can’t take my eyes off him. Tan slacks and a crisp white shirt, the top few buttons open, the sleeves rolled up halfway.
We arrive at the restaurant.
I’ve always thought the Latino culture was interesting. The music. The people. They’re vibrant. Volatile.
All words that describe where we’re dining tonight. It’s dim—the only illumination comes from the candles on the tables and the twinkling lights on the ceiling. A pulsing rhythm emanates from a small band of musicians in the corner.
Drew requests in Spanish a table for two.
Yes—he speaks Spanish. And French. He’s working on Japanese. Did you think his voice was sexy? Trust me—until you’ve heard him whisper blush-worthy phrases in a foreign language, you don’t know the meaning of the word sexy.
We follow the robust, dark-haired hostess to a table in the corner.
Now, take a moment to look around. See all the female attention Drew gets, just by walking through the room? The appreciative glances, the inviting eyes?
I notice—I always do.
But here’s the thing: Drew doesn’t. Because he’s not looking. At any of them.
For you guys out there who think looking doesn’t hurt? You’re wrong. Because we women don’t think you’re just enjoying the view. We think you’re comparing, finding us lacking. And that stings. Like a paper cut on your eyeball.
I’m fully aware that Drew could have any woman he wants—the model in Beverly Hills, the heiress on Park Avenue. But he picked me. He fought for me. So when we go out, it’s a major boost to my confidence.
Because I’m the only woman he’s looking at.
We sit at the table and scan the menus. “So explain to me again how you made it through college and business school without ever drinking straight tequila?”
I laugh at the question, remembering. “Well, back in high school, we’d have these bonfires—campouts.”
You ever sleep with an empty two-liter soda bottle for a pillow? It’s not fun.
“So one night, Billy and the guys were drinking tequila—and Billy swallowed the worm. And then he started to hallucinate. We were working on amphibian anatomy in bio at the time, and as messed up as he was, Billy was convinced he was a frog—and that Delores was trying to dissect him. He hopped off into the woods by himself, and it took us three hours to find him—with his tongue in the dirt. I’ve been hesitant to try tequila ever since.”
Drew shakes his head. “Confirming, once again, what I’ve known all along. Billy Warren is, and always has been, a complete fucking idiot.”
I’m used to Drew’s digs against Billy. And in this case? He’s not exactly wrong.
So I tell him, “As long as you don’t to make me swallow the worm, I’ll give it a go.”
His eyes light up, like a kid in a bike shop. “You know what this means?”
He wiggles his brows. “I get to teach you how to do body shots.”
Although I don’t believe you need to be drunk to have great sex, having a good buzz certainly doesn’t hurt.
Drew and I are in the elevator heading back to our room, both of us more than tipsy from the tequila. I can taste it on Drew’s tongue—bitter with a touch of citrus. He has me pinned against the wall, my skirt bunched up around my hips, and we’re pushing and grinding against each other.
I’m glad there’s no one else in the elevator—although at this point? I’m really too far gone to give a damn.
We stumble into the room.
Still groping and kissing.
Drew slams the door and spins me around. In one quick movement he pulls the dress down my body, leaving me bare. Except for my heels.
I lean over the desk, resting on my elbows. I hear the hiss of a zipper—and then I feel him. Sliding his cock between my lips—testing the waters—making sure I’m ready.
I’m always ready for him.
“Don’t tease,” I whimper.
Between the tequila and the elevator, I’m really turned on. Needy. He pushes in slowly but to the hilt. And I sigh.
Now, we all know the old phrase that bigger is better. And Drew is big—not that I have a lot to compare him to, but he’s twice the size of Billy.
I’m not making you boys out there uncomfortable, am I? News flash—this is how woman talk. At least when you’re not around to listen.
Anyway, it’s not really size that makes the man. It’s rhythm—the pace—knowing how to hit all those delicious spots with just the right amount of pressure. So the next time you see an infomercial for Cockgrow or Miracle-Dick?
Save your money. Buy the Kama Sutra instead.
Drew grabs my hair, pulling my head back, and moves quicker. Hard and fast. I grip the edge of the desk, holding on for balance.
He kisses my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “You like that, baby?”
I moan. “Yes . . . yes . . . so much.”
He thrusts into me with more force, shaking the desk.
And just like that, I’m coming like an out-of-control locomotive.
I’m floating. Weightless.
And it’s sublime.
Drew slows the movement of his hips as I come down, drawing it out—making it last. He pulls me back against his chest and his fingers skate up across my stomach and up to my breasts, cupping and kneading them with both hands.
I raise my arms around his neck, turning my head, bringing his mouth to mine.
I love his mouth, his lips, his tongue. Kissing is an art form, and Drew Evans is Michelangelo.
He pulls out of me and I turn around to face him. Backing him up to the bed. Drew sits on the edge and I climb on, wrapping my legs around his waist.
This is how I like it best—chest to chest, mouth to mouth, not an inch of space between us. I take him in my hand and slide down onto him. My insides stretch with the fullness and Drew moans. I rise slowly and slam down hard. Testing the strength of the bed springs.
I move faster. Deeper. Our bodies are slick from the Mexican heat.
And then Drew is holding my face in his hands, his thumbs moving back and forth across my skin. Suddenly tender. Worshipful.
Our foreheads press together and in the dim light I can see his eyes looking down, watching where he moves in and out of me.
And I look down too.
It’s erotic. Sensual.
I push his hair back from his forehead.
And my voice is begging, “Tell me you love me.”
He doesn’t say it often. He prefers to show me. But I never get tired of hearing it. Because every time he actually says the words, I’m filled with same wonderment as the first time.
“I love you, Kate.”
His hands still hold my face. Both of us panting—moving faster—getting closer. It feels spiritual.
A holy communion.
Drew’s voice is hushed. Breathless. “Tell me you’ll never leave me.”
His eyes are soft now, liquid silver. Pleading for reassurance.
For all his audacity and overconfidence, I think there’s a part of him that’s still haunted by the week he thought I’d chosen Billy over him. I think that’s why he works so hard to prove how much he wants me.
To show me that I chose wisely.
I smile softly and look right into his eyes.
“Never. I’ll never leave you, Drew.”
The words feel like vows.
His hands grip my hips, raising me up, helping me move.
“God, Kate . . .” His eyes close.
And our mouths open, giving and taking each other’s breaths. He expands inside me, throbbing, as I clamp down hard around him.
And we come together. In perfect unison.
Afterward, Drew’s arms tighten around me. I touch his face and kiss him gently. He falls backward on the bed, taking me with him, keeping me on top. We lie like that for a while until our heart rates come back down and our breathing slows.
And then Drew rolls me under him.
And we do it again.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
3.5 Stars More Kate and Drew-yay! This book is told from Kate’s POV. The expectation for this to be Tangled part 2 is high. To me the language and dialogue felt forced. As if Kate were trying to be as funny/flippant/snarky as Drew. Where Drew’s nature felt honest and heartfelt Kate fell short. May have been the back and forth of telling us what happened or where she is now and then bringing us through what happened to get where she is now. It was all over the place. Then the miscommunication of all miscommunications occurs. I spent the next 40% or so of the book just shaking my head. Seriously Drew?? And Kate?? These are smart, grown up people. The plot went beyond unexpected to WTH? So….no. The steam was lacking. The feeling that Drew didn’t care as much was hard to follow especially after the first book. Kate was so wishy washy. But when we get to the epilogue all bets are off! I freaking LOVED it. Wrapped up everything so well. Truly saved the book for me.
I praised and talked all great stuff about book 1, and I am, still loving Emma Chase as an author, but this sequel was not so good as book 1. Beginning had some humour, Mackenzie was again adorable, asking all sorts of questions! Also, reading Kate's POV wasn't bad, we learned how perfect was Drew (up to some point) as a boyfriend... but rest of the plot was main problem for me. I just haven't expected this, of the book, to go into that direction. I had laughed, I cried too, but expected more twists and turns in this sequel, because book 1 set the bar really high.
It was like standing back and watching a train wreck start to happen, and there is nothing you could do. Because the way the book is written, you know that the whole issue is a huge misunderstanding on Drew and Kate’s part. Yelling won’t help, you just have to sit back and hope that the author will pull you through. It’s frustrating and fantastic all at the same time, which is such a weird place to be. Yet I loved every minute of the story. I sat at work and listened a finished it in one day. I couldn’t stop. I had to know what happened next. The story of Kate and Drew is one that I have LOVED and I will listen to again and again. This was a perfect addition to the series. However painful, it was still perfect.
It was so silly it almost didn't make sense. It was so stupid that I didn't even read most of it. Just skimmed till the miscommunication was resolved . Buy the first book. However don't bother with this one.
Fun Romantic Comedy! Twisted is the second book in Emma Chase's Tangled series. There is more than one twist to this story. First and foremost, this book is told in Kate's voice instead of Drew's. After I got over that (because who doesn't love Drew's over-confident, sarcastic, snark), I really enjoyed the book. It's amazing that this book was heart-wrenching, nail-biting tense and hilarious at the same time. Fast forward a couple years, and our love birds have settled into a DINK lifestyle until a ridiculously stupid miscommunication leads to Drew's usual childish responses. As much as I didn't like the conflict, it did seem to fit Drew. That said, Kate and Drew's journey through the book is a fun ride and a worthy read.
I absolutely loved Emma Chase's writing style in TANGLED and really couldn't resist the follow-up. I'm going to say that when I started reading it, I was expecting it to be like Tangled, which is not the case. I'm glad to say that I got my wish and got to find out more about Kate. Though TWISTED contains more of the humor we have come to expect from Ms. Chase, it takes a more serious look into Kate and Drew's relationship. In every fairy tale, the guy gets the girl and they sail off into the sunset and live happily ever after, right? Well, that's definitely not the case here. TWISTED begins a couple of years after Tangled ends and we find Kate and Drew basking in the glow of their love. They work hard, play hard, go on romantic trips and Drew introduces Kate to lots of new experiences. At work, they are the dream team. They are living the life and all is well in their world, at least in the beginning. Until THE MISUNDERSTANDING. One that could have been resolved with minimum fuss by asking the right questions. I'll do my best to keep this free of spoilers for those who have not yet read this book. Drew is still not completely sure of Kate's feelings for him and still requires the occasional reassurance that he is it for Kate. That uncertainty leads him to overreact when faced with the possibility that things may not be as they should be. Being Drew and not willing to admit to being vulnerable, he chooses attack as the best form of defense and does the one thing he promised never to do: hurt Kate. Hurtful things are said, hurtful actions are taken and I just felt my heart break for them. I could not see how they would come back from this, short of a miracle. The upside to this is that we get to really know Kate. Her background, her fears, her insecurities and also her friendships with her best friend Delores and her ex, Billy. We watch Kate make hard choices and become the fierce and independent woman she always appeared to be. Once again, Ms. Chase delivers on the humor but she also imbues the characters with a depth that was not evident in Tangled and highlights the fact that clear communication is one of the keys to a successful relationship. Readers who are expecting more in the vein of Tangled will be disappointed because TWISTED stands all by itself.
Ok, one thing: whoever keeps on putting 'great plot' please stop. Because write (teehee) now their is no plot. Just snippets. You can get away with a snippet prolouge, but chapters will have to be more lengthy. Or maybe if you wrote like three chapters and then released them at the same time.
The plot is just incredible. The mistakes are minimum which is great. I hate the cliff hanger though and your chapters chould be longer if you continue.
-Chapter 1-<br> By- Devine<p> Leo<p>  <_>I sighed, as the gray coulds rolled overhead. Hey looked bad against the washy purple-pink of the evening sky. Climbing the tree in my front yard was my favorite thing to do. Other than run, of course. Running was my specialty. Just like Janie's was swimming.<p> I took a sip of my lemonade, savoring the cool taste against my tounge. A few drops of my drink escaped the glass and slid down the bark of the tree. I watched them bead, and then slow. And then, they just stopped. I furrowed my eyebrows in confussion, and rreached down to touch them. They were as hard as solid as the glass in my hand.<p> Just then, my mother opened the door.<p> "Leo, It's time for dinner!" She called, her voice full of teirdness from the hard work of both dinner, and my twin brothers.<p> I nodded abesent mindely, still facinated by the beads of lemonade...<p> Gonna leave you on a cliff hanger! Thanks for the tips!<p> Devine
I am absolutely delighted to be spending the weekend with Drew and Kate. As characters go, they’re pretty freaking cool. I loved being in Drew’s head while reading Tangled and Holy Frigging Matrimony and was looking forward to getting to know Kate just as well. Two years have passed since Tangled, and while I knew I was in for a bumpy ride based on the blurb, I wasn’t prepared for the loop de loop rollercoaster ride Ms. Chase threw me on. Kate’s pregnancy insured emotional upheaval – nope, that’s not a spoiler because if you didn’t figure that out from the blurb you don’t need to be reading the book. But the epic level of misunderstandings that lead to Drew and Kate’s separation is freaking heartbreaking. For two people whose profession requires clear and concise communication, their failure to communicate clearly during their relationship-destroying argument speaks to the level of hurt and devastation they both felt. No one knows how to hurt you more thoroughly than the person who loves you – they know your strengths and weaknesses and know what weapons to use and precisely where to aim them to do the most damage. For me, the part that makes a book enjoyable is the journey. I pick up certain books expecting a happy ending, so knowing the ending isn’t as important as what the couple endures to get there. Twisted is a perfect example of this. I knew Drew and Kate would find their way back to one another (or at least I really hoped they would). But it is the journey of self-discovery that Kate must take that made this such an enjoyable read for me. Despite how she came off in Tangled, Kate really doesn’t have it all together and she learned a LOT about herself and what she is capable of when all the chips are down. Twisted is a great addition to the Tangled series and I am looking forward to reading Tamed next because I love Dee. And for all you Drew fans, don’t worry because Ms. Chase was nice enough to let us back into his head for Twisted’s Epilogue. I received a complimentary copy of the book in exchange for an honest review. Reviewed by Angela at Crystal's Many Reviewers!
So far I am thoroughly enjoying reading this series. At the beginning of this book, you can tell that Drew's way of thinking has definitely rubbed off on Kate by the way she thinks and talks. By the end of the story, she doesn't sound so much like him but more like how she would sound. When she went home to tell Drew her good news, my heart just started beating fast because I knew she wasn't going to walk in on anything good. When she walked in and found Drew and the stripper together, it just broke my heart for Kate. Once again, miscommunication and a big misunderstanding had Drew doing something stupid and driving Kate away. When she left, it took Drew long enough to finally go after her. When she ended up in the ER, I was so sad for her but I'm glad that things worked out for her. I was surprised and happy that the book ended with Drew's pov. It is nice to know that his way of thinking still has not really changed except he is not the player anymore. Looking foward to the road to their marriage. Hope it has both povs.
God i love this series !! its another lol book from Emma. I love Drew he is sexy and sweet and funny and a freshy ,,, I even had tears a few times,That i was not expecting.I cannot wait to read Dee's story she is one funny chic. again another 5 stars for Emma Chase. Ty for this awesome series.
We get to see the next chapter in Drew and Kate's story unfold through Kate's POV. It was nice that there was a significant time span too as the story picks up two years after the end of the first book. One of the things I enjoy about this series is knowing I can get through the books in one sitting without sacrificing any of the story. Emma Chase manages to pack a lot of emotion and detail into a relatively short amount of time but I'm not left feeling unfulfilled in any way. This part of the journey was difficult to read at times primarily because Chase makes her characters suffer their own short-comings. But I'm glad she did. It makes Drew and Kate and their story that much more believable. Plus, she more than makes up for it with the Epilogue which I pretty much snort-laughed my way through. :)
Two years into their relationship and honest communication, outside of the bedroom, is forgotten! Twisted, in Kate’s POV, is more serious than Tangled, but is still just as funny! I love Drew and Kate’s relationship and the fact that they go through typical problems that a lot of relationships go through. You will laugh out loud, cringe, roll your eyes and shake your head while you follow Drew’s line of thinking on any topic. But for every lesson learned, Drew does not disappoint with his quick wit, chauvinistic view and inappropriate advice! The best was when Drew explained where babies came from to his niece, MacKenzie. Classic, and one of the funniest chapters! Also, having the Epilogue in Drew’s POV was perfect! You were brought back to the reason why you love him so much. “Because hindsight is more than 20/20. Perspective doesn’t just change how you look at things, it changes how you feel. And once you think you’ve lost it all, you value every moment infinitely more.” You will love this book! A true testament that when you find true love it can turn your life upside down and tame even the wildest of souls!
Serious disappointment after Tangled. The only saving grace for this book was the epilogue. This book was such a disappoint after having read Tangled. I did not enjoy Kate's POV at all. I was on the fence about Kate when I read Tangled, but after having read this book, I know for a fact that she makes the most idiotic decisions, which then lead Drew to overreact, which he always does, and then the entire story turns into him needing to apologize to Kate when Kate never atones for her part in causing the entire "misunderstanding!!" What 28 year who has been in a relationship for 2 years behaves the way she does in this situation? The lying and not being upfront led to a huge fallout that could have been avoided if Kate had been truthful. It is not all on Drew, although his response is always over-the-top, but Kate's behavior always makes him feel insecure, and then he lashes out. This is not to say that I was not horrified at his treatment of her, but it never even had to get there if Kate didn't decide what she decided about her boyfriend of 2 years, who loves her more than anything!!! These 2 are in a relationship for 2 years and yet there is no trust!! I also have to say that the whole Billy friendship thing is annoying. Seriously, I can totally understand Drew not wanting Kate to remain friends with Billy, her ex-fiancé. Kate would not appreciate it if the roles were reversed. When does Kate begin to take Drew's feelings into consideration when it comes to this matter? Kate's friendship with Billy does not equate with Drew's friendship with Steven and Matthew. Big Difference!! I also do not care for Dee Dee at all!! I do not like her over the top behavior, name calling, and all of the hitting on Drew is too much. This behavior would not even be found remotely funny if Drew was knocking on Dee Dee. It is not funny. I am tired of reading about the super over-the-top BFF in books. I'm not even sure how I will make it through Tamed since it's about Dee Dee and Mathew, which is also bizarre, since we already know they are married. Thank goodness I do love Matthew. Overall, I found this book to be very boring and a huge let down after Tangled. I really could have done without the Kate and Billy trip down memory lane. I found myself skimming huge chunks of this book. The "misunderstanding" went on for way too long and was just not very believable after what they went through in Tangled, and the book was seriously missing Drew for most of it. Kate's decision-making process was very odd and extremely annoying, and she freaking drove me crazy in this book.
Loved the first book, the second was just as good and can't wait for the next! Only problem is that you can't put it down and read it too fast and then it's over.
Tangled by Emma Chase Kate and Drew were perfect for each other. They were both driven and dynamic personalities, which balanced each other perfectly. Until a simple mistake leads to a miss understanding, Drew’s reaction is over the top and places everything in jeopardy. This is a story that shows that the movies and the love stories are not what happen in reality. It is a truth teller, with great intimate moments. Emma Chase brings the reality of love, the dynamics of relationships to the pages of Tangled.
A HUMOR-FILLED MUST READ!!!
Such a good follow up to Tangled.