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Tuesday, October 4, 2011

What Happens in Vegas by Natasha Deen

What Happens in Vegas by Natasha Deen
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Genre: Contemporary, Comedy
Length: Short Story (136 pages)
Heat Level: Spicy
Rating: 5 Books
Reviewed by Moonflower

It’s not that Binda Morningstar’s an idiot—the girl’s got more degrees than a thermometer—but there’s something about a crisis that makes her lose her mind…and accidentally injure anyone within a ten-foot radius. But if she’s going to rescue her boss from a cursed jewel, she’s going to have to keep it together. Unfortunately for her, the cop on the case, Corin Hawthorne, has her losing her mind and her heart…and if he gets any more drool-worthy, she’s going to lose her inhibitions, too. To save her boss and win her man, she’s got to out run a mobster, out wit the YIFFS at a sex-fetish convention, and out think an ex-wife—and she’s got to do it all without breaking an arm or inadvertently hitting anyone with pepper spray…it’s all got Binda hoping that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Natasha Deen just shot herself into the stratosphere. This book was outrageously funny and out of this world!

If someone asked me earlier today to name my favorite romantic comedy author…well let’s just say the person that comes to mind wasn’t Natasha Deen. While I still love my “other” author, I now have a new addition to the club. I was giggling after the first paragraph, burst out laughing by the second and I was taking notes on my Kindle by the end of the very first page. I knew right then this was going to be a keeper and boy was I right!

Binda, Binda, Binda. This girl is a handful. Oh, she has an overabundent amount of spunk, should not be let out of the house without a warning label, and really truly has a food fetish. My first note that I mentioned was her description on how stupid she was for getting involved with her current crisis, “Gloriously stupid. The kind of stupid that poets wrote about—the kind of stuff that would be legend on the internet, garner me a billion hits on the uploaded video, and make my name into an active verb—“Whoa, dude, you totally pulled a ‘Binda’!”

I can't help it ... I have to share another quote. I highlighted this so fast my Kindle didn’t know what to do. Two of my personal favorite terms to describe a good looking man are delish and yummy. Natasha has just been awarded the crown for her description of Corin: Where Nigel resembled a banana with glasses, his brother looked like the sexiest, tangiest, best tasting thing in the grove—the kind of fruit that’s firm and meaty, leaves juice running down your chin and makes your mouth water just to look at it. If that description doesn’t describe a gorgeous man, I don’t know what does.

Binda seeks out Corin’s assistance to find her missing boss, Nigel. She knows deep down he is in danger, but Corin is reluctant to believe her. His relationship with his brother is estranged to put it kindly. Her perseverance pays off and so begins their less than twenty-four hour whirlwind adventure. If only he'd known that he should have left the house decked out in Kevlar and wearing a cup.

If I've sold you on this book, let me just say this: When you start reading, lock your door, turn off the phone and give dire warnings to friends and family not to interrupt you. You are going to have an outrageously good time and you will not want to be disturbed. Right from the start I was hooked.

Ms. Deen penned a hilarious romp with non-stop action. I never wanted it to end, but I had to come up for air. She had me gasping and rolling in laughter. What Happens in Vegas is a wonderful detour from life, jump in feet first. You won’t be sorry. There is one thing I hope Ms. Deen does that my other author did, she continued to write novels of her accident prone heroine. I would really enjoy visiting Binda again and again.

I’m going to leave you with one last tidbit from the book. I have to admit I laughed so hard during this scene it took me over ten minutes to read it, because I was crying. You only get the summary of the event, but it just points out the amount of hilarious fun waiting for you between the pages: I had tripped over my feet, head-butted a gangster in the crotch, got a mouthful of criminal penis, and the man thought I was brilliant. If that wasn’t a sign we were meant to be together, fornicating and discovering the various uses for honey and warmed chocolate, then I didn’t know what was.