Tangled - Emma Chase Alright ladies, see that amazingly sexy guy over there? Yep, that's the one, the hot one getting a blow job in the bathroom of a super trendy club
Meet Drew Evans, God's gift to women!

Drew is a smooth talking, sexy, successful, man slut. Did I also happen to mention that he's a grade-A asshole? No? Well that's ok, because he's an honest one. He just calls it like he sees it.
For those ladies out there who are listening, let me give you some free advice: If a guy who you just met at a club calls you baby, sweetheart, angel, or any other generic endearment? Don’t make the mistake of thinking he’s so into you, he’s already thinking up pet names. It’s because he can’t or doesn’t care to remember your actual name.

I mean, you can't fault a guy for his honesty, right? He does pretty much lay it all for you.
Don’t look at me like that. I’m not a bad guy. I don’t lie; I don’t sandbag women with flowery words about a future together and love at first sight. I’m a straight shooter. I’m looking for a good time—for one night—and I tell them so. That’s better than ninety percent of the other guys in here, believe me. And most of the girls in here are looking for the same thing I am. Okay, maybe that’s not exactly true. But I can’t help it if they see me, fuck me, and suddenly want to bear my children. That’s not my problem.

Well of course they do, Drew, you are a good looking, successful, and rich investment banker after all. Even old women have a thing for you
Old women have a thing for me. And I don’t mean a pinch-my-cheek, pat-me-on-the-head kind of thing. I mean a grab-my-ass, rub-my-junk, why-don’t-you-push-my-wheelchair-into-the-broom-closet-so-we-can-get-nasty kind of thing. It’s fucking disturbing.


All women typically fall over themselves to sleep with you....right? That is until one brown haired, brown eyed beauty turns you down at a club.


Much to Drew's dismay, the gorgeous brunette that turns him down is actually Katherine Brooks, a new associate at his father's firm where Drew works.

When they are forced to work together to attain a new client for the firm, a competition wrapped up in sexual tension arises between the two. Who cares if Katherine has a fiance?! Drew knows what he wants

Without giving too much away, let me try to sum up what happens with a few choice quotes...
No, I haven’t fucked her. Not that I wouldn’t love to. Trust me, if she didn’t work for me, I’d hit that harder than Mohammed Ali.

The way I see it, I could still go for the gold. Technically speaking, I didn’t meet Kate at work; I met her in a bar. That means she could forgo the label of “coworker” and retain the “random hook-up” status with which she was originally designated. What? I’m a businessman; it’s my job to find loopholes.

As she starts to speak, my mind is suddenly filled with every hot-teacher fantasy I’ve ever had. They’re playing out in my mind right next to the ones about the seemingly sexually repressed librarian who’s really a leather-wearing, handcuff-bearing nymphomaniac.

Then I flip Kate the finger. Immature, I know, but apparently we’re now both functioning at the preschool level, so I’m guessing it’s okay. Kate sneers at me. Then she mouths, You wish. Well—she’s got me there, now doesn’t she?

"I can take a joke," she tells me, sounding insulted.
"Yeah? When?"
"When it’s not being delivered by a childish jackass who thinks he’s God’s gift to women."
"I am not childish."
God’s gift on the other hand? My record speaks for itself.
"Oh, bite me." I wish.
"Nice comeback, Kate. Very mature."
"You’re a jerk."
"You’re a…an Alexandra."

What follows the bickering is a whole lot of awesome and some major STEAM

But then Drew has to go an ruin things with his big wounded male ego


But don't you worry, because what follows that is the grovel to beat all grovels

I also LOVED Drew's relationship with his niece.

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.” “Johnny Fitzgerald has a penis. He say his penis is better than my bagina.” “Johnny Fitzgerald’s an idiot. Vaginas beat penises every time. They’re like kryptonite. Penises are defenseless against them.”

I could go on and on, but really, you need to read it for yourself to see how hilariously fantastic this books is. All I can tell you is this:

This book...it was

Seriously! It was

Every time I read a new chapter, after I got done with my uncontrollable giggles (the good kind) I thought

Emma Chase, I cannot believe this is your debut novel. Seriously woman