I'm so embarrassed. Or not.
I bought a book on my Nook last night that is totally out of the norm for me - a chic lit book called "Lick" by Kylie Scott. (The name alone is enough to make you roll your eyes). And I loved it. I stayed up until 1 in the morning reading it.
So campy, so ridiculous, but so romantic. I want to be a 21-year old, na´ve and simple architectural student who wakes up in Vegas, married to one of the biggest rock stars in the U.S. (with a 5 karat ring and his name tattooed on my left butt cheek). And have no memory of the night before, nor a real understanding of who the guy is, but ultimately fall in love. Because of course his rugged, rough and extremely HAWT exterior covers a gentlemanly heart of gold.
Oh my. I'm turning into a dirty old woman!
(P.S. - this coming from a gal who HATED 50 Shades. This one was SO much better!)