Book Review: Tangled by Emma Chase
This is one of the most entertaining books I’ve read in a long time. It takes a special talent to turn a conceited self-obsessed businessman playboy into a likeable protagonist that women actually want to live inside the head of. Not only is Drew fun to be around, he’s got just the right mix of confidence (okay, arrogance) and charm to keep things interesting and his ability to recognize and rectify his mistakes makes him a character you can almost trust to do the “right” thing. The fact that he screws up, royally, and has downtime just like any other guy makes him that much more adorable. Add in some searingly-hot sex scenes and no-frills (sometimes crass) inner monologue and this book is an absolute must read for any romance fan! Tangled is a GraveTells Fave!
@~~~ This review is SPOILER-FREE! Read on with confidence! ~~~@
Drew Evans is a first class womanizer and all-around ass, and I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good time being inside a male protagonist’s head before. He’s an investment banker with a playboy lifestyle and he’s got this inner snark that makes ‘tell-it-like-it-is’, even when he’s indulging in a healthy bout of denial, more fun than a weekend full of Sandra Bullock rom-cons.
Told in present tense from his perspective, this is the story of Drew and Kate and all the sexist come ons, backstabbing competition, white Knight rescues, bone deep attraction, and not-so-hostile takeovers they journey through. She’s just as good at their job as he is and she’s the first woman to ever make him think twice about happily ever after. What makes this story such a jewel is watching Drew weave between tossing out casual sarcastic (he’d say “honest”) comments about other people and life in general, and making fun of himself for not seeing what was right in front of his face. He’s a riot and it’s a hella fun time watching him behave like an ass in his retelling of the story while he alternately defends and mocks his own thought process. Andrew Evans, despite being an egotistical, conceited womanizer, is impossible not to like and kept me smiling and nodding through the entire book.
And the sex… seriously, people, it’s frigging spectacular. Without any fancy, muscle-contorting positions or kinky bondage, Drew and Kate set the sheets (and couch… and kitchen… and shower) on fire. Even the crass language fits right in without coming off as lewd, because we’re in his head and men don’t think in flowers and euphemisms. Is a fresh perspective and it works. Tangled is Emma Chase’s debut and I can’t wait to see more from her, especially if she can write more heroes like Drew, who keep us thoroughly entertained and rooting for the bad boy despite all his many obvious flaws.
Did I mention his confidence? Super sexy!
I am all about self-determination. Will. Control. I determine my path in life. I decide my failures and successes. Screw fate. Destiny can kiss my ass. If I want something badly enough, I can have it. If I focus, sacrifice, there is nothing I can’t do.
Good think you amended that statement, Drew…
The thing women don’t understand is that a guy can want one woman and still fuck another one. Hell, a guy could love a woman and still fuck ten others. It’s just the way it is. Sex is a release. Purely physical. That’s all. At least to men it is.
Okay, okay—calm down—don’t start throwing shoes at me or something.
At least to this man it is. Better?
Kids will totally keep you honest…
“Is you gonna die alone?”
I smirk. “I don’t plan on dying for a long time, honey.”
“Momma says you gonna die alone. She tol’ Daddy that you gonna die and it be days till a cleanin’ lady find your rottin’ corpse.”
Lovely. Thank you, Alexandra.
“Wha’s a corpse, Uncle Drew?”
Hands off the Cricket!
Apparently, I’ve grown a conscience. I don’t know when it happened, I don’t know how it happened, but I am not happy about it.
If I could, I would squash that Jiminy Cricket fucker like the roach he is.
Never underestimate a woman who wants to play you in video games…
“Checkmate. Want to play again?”
She rolls onto her stomach and bends her knees, so her feet almost touch her head. My cock twitches at the sight.
“Let’s play something else.”
Twister? Hide the Salami? Kama Sutra charades?
“Do you have Guitar Hero?”
Do I have Guitar Hero? The jousting of our millennia? The coolest video game of all time? Of course I do.
“Maybe you should pick something else,” I say. “If I keep beating you like this, it could damage your fragile female ego.”
Kate glares at me. “Set it up.”
It’s lotion, Drew, not frosting…
I bring the bottle to my nose and inhale deeply, then fall back against the pillows with a satisfied moan.
Kate laughs. “Don’t snort it. It’s moisturizer. I didn’t realize fighting dry skin got you so revved up.”
I look at the bottle. Vanilla and lavender. I take another deep sniff. “It smells like you. Every time you’re near me, you smell like…like a bouquet of fucking sunshine with brown sugar on top.”
She laughs again. “Aw, Drew, I didn’t know you were a poet. William Shakespeare would be so jealous.”
“Is it edible?”
She makes a face. “No.”
Too bad. I’d have poured it on my food like a rich hollandaise. Guess I’ll just have to settle for tasting it on Kate.
Now that I think about it—that is the preferable option.
Sometimes a woman just knows… even the mini-ones.
“Did Kate tell you that?”
She shakes her head. “Not in so many words.”
“Then how do you know?”
She shrugs again. “It’s the estrogen. It gives us ESP. If you had a vagina, you’d know too.”
Mackenzie raises her hand proudly. “I have a bagina.”
I smirk. “Yes, you do sweetheart. And someday, it’s gonna help you rule the world.”
$10 per bad word adds up quick!
“I see now why Alexandra started the Bad Word Jar, since you seem to spend so much time with Mackenzie.”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs. “She talks like you. It’s not every day you hear a four-year-old say Prince Charming is a douchebag who’s only holding Cinderella back.”
That’s my girl.
“Swearing is good for the soul.”
If you liked…
If you liked Tangled for its confident and magnetic male POV lead, you may also enjoy Jennifer James’ Long Time Coming, a story about a guy who returns home for his sister’s wedding and ends up with a major crush on the Maid of Honor.