Sometimes you can’t help falling in love, even when you try to do the opposite…Successful fashion blogger McKenna Bell has spent far too long protecting herself after the way her ex-fiancé left her at the altar for a college chick he met the night of his bachelor party. Loving again, trusting again, well, that’s just not in the cards. Especially now that her ex is back in town with his new woman, demanding custody of McKenna’s favorite creature in the whole world–her dog.No effing way. McKenna’s had enough of him, and she decides to even the score by finding her own hot young thing — a Trophy Husband. Sure, she’s only twenty-seven, but doesn’t that make it even more fun — and infuriating to her ex — to pursue a younger man?When she declares her intentions on her daily blog, her quest quickly skyrockets in popularity, and that’s when Chris enters the picture, and he’s got all the assets. He’s handsome, successful, and turns her inside out with a kiss to end all kisses, the kind that makes you feel like a shooting star.
But loving again could mean losing again, and it’s so much easier to focus on getting even, isn’t it? Unless, you just can’t help falling in love. Which means McKenna will have to come face to face with what she really wants in life — protecting her heart from hurt, or letting go of her fears of a new beginning.
Author: Lauren Blakely
Published: May 21st 2013 by Lauren Blakely Books
Thoughts: This book made me laugh out loud and gave me the warm fuzzies. It was not at all what I expected; which was abysmal writing and a so-so story line. If you just got jilted at the alter and looking for revenge ideas look no further. It was quirky and fun following McKenna in her search for a trophy husband, you have to admit the idea is pretty ingenious; especially since we women are always saying that we can do whatever men can do but better.
Even though I thoroughly enjoyed reading Trophy Husband and found myself at times unable to put it down in favor of sleep, there were a few things that just did not sit well with me:
McKenna’s ex-fiance jilted her at his bachelor party in Vegas no less for a gymnast — ok predictable He doesn’t care — also predictable. Except there are two kinds of callousness. 1) jilt and just don’t care, no more contact. 2) jilt and proceeded to make ex-fiancee’s life a living hell, coming off as a cold-hearted SOB. He was the latter. I wonder if I’d still be saying things like babe and hot chick when I’m 27, even though I don’t say them now.
Minus those two points it was a typical chick lit, filled with the requisite bffs that will stand by you and cheer you on for even the dumbest of ideas; the nerdy but hot looking man, the big showy signs of affection and lovey-dovey song playlist; and I must say pretty decent sex scenes.
Curl up with your golden retriever and a steamy mug of hot chocolate and enjoy über retro McKenna on her quest for the perfect Trophy Husband