Wallbanger...Doesn't that say it all.

Wallbanger 

by Alice Clayton

She had me at Wallbanger.  

Seriously.

I found this book totally by accident.  I was intrigued by the cover and the write up peaked my interest. 

Let me give you the lowdown.

Caroline Reynolds is our feisty funny heroine.  She lives in the San Francisco bay area working at a job she loves.  Her apartment and her kitchen aid mixer are both new.  Unfortunately she's not enjoying sex.  In fact, she's lost her O.  And in this book O definitely stands for orgasm. 

Simon Parker is the hot hero.   He also happens to be Caroline's new neighbor.  The Wallbanger.  His nickname is richly deserved as he happens to wake Caroline up each evening with his bedroom antics.  They have a common wall in their bedrooms.

Want to know more?  Thought so.

The Good:  This book started off on the right track.  It had everything.  A hot, horny hero that I wanted to lick all over.  He was a man-whore who didn't apologize for the fact that he was getting laid on a regular basis.  What man would?  The story was laugh-out-loud funny with characters I cared about and wanted to get to know better.  The one liners and zingers were flying fast and furious.  Did you read the part where I said laugh out loud.  I meant it.

I liked Simon from the start, but I really liked Caroline who; while on a dating sabbatical was missing her O.  She made mistakes, she drank, and she cussed like a sailor.  (I was a sailor so I know this to be true.)  These two characters were so believable as written and acted accordingly to the ages as they were portrayed.  Re-freshing. 

The Parts I had a problem with:  Notice I didn't say bad, because this book wasn't bad.  I believe it could have ended a few chapter earlier so much so that I did start to lose interest and may have skimmed over the last chapters.  I was even able to go with the fact that this author decided that both of Caroline's friends were going to hook up with both of Simon's friends.  (I know that cliche's are cliche's for a reason, but come on.)  The real part of the story that gave me pause were the passages referring to Clive the Cat. 

Overall that wasn't a deal breaker for me either.  Just a little unbelievable.  I can tell you if I had read this book in my twenties, I would have probably given it my highest rating, because I would have related to it from that twenty something perspective.  This is a light, bright funny read that would be a great way to pass a day at the beach.

Have you read it?  What did you think?

Tell me.