Drew Evans is a winner. Handsome and arrogant, he makes multi-million dollar business deals and seduces New York’s most beautiful women with just a smile. He has loyal friends and an indulgent family. So why has he been shuttered in his apartment for seven days, miserable and depressed?
He’ll tell you he has the flu.
But we all know that’s not really true.
Katherine Brooks is brilliant, beautiful and ambitious. She refuses to let anything – or anyone – derail her path to success. When Kate is hired as the new associate at Drew’s father’s investment banking firm, every aspect of the dashing playboy’s life is thrown into a tailspin. The professional competition she brings is unnerving, his attraction to her is distracting, his failure to entice her into his bed is exasperating.
Then, just when Drew is on the cusp of having everything he wants, his overblown confidence threatens to ruin it all. Will he be able untangle his feelings of lust and tenderness, frustration and fulfillment? Will he rise to the most important challenge of his life?
Can Drew Evans win at love?
Tangled is not your mother’s romance novel. It is an outrageous, passionate, witty narrative about a man who knows a lot about women…just not as much as he thinks he knows. As he tells his story, Drew learns the one thing he never wanted in life, is the only thing he can’t live without.
I cannot not review this book. It deserves a space in my blog even though I have read it weeks ago. This book has gotten under my skin and it’s probably the best romance book I’ve read this year. I just can’t help but love Drew and his point of view.
Drew Evans. The walking sex on a stick until he met Katherine everyone-calls-me-Kate Brooks. He’s the most adorable asshole I’ve ever met. He’s the star of this book since he’s the one telling how he became pussy-whipped. I can’t give justice to how nicely Emma Chase created this character. He’s one of the most unique character I’ve read in a long time and I’ll probably not forget him. It’s once in a blue moon that this kind of character is created and I can’t help but smile and giggle every time I think about him. I hope this will be adapted as a movie. Okay, now I’m rambling. I just love his character. He can be very funny, competitive, a complete asshole sometimes, but can be as sappy as Noah of The Notebook. I love how when he can’t properly explain things, he thinks of situations that can best explain it.
When he was explaining himself when he went out with a girl he met while he was busy pursuing Kate. Here’s what he thought:
Maybe you’ll understand my point of view if I put it this way. You brush your teeth, right? Well, suppose your favorite toothpaste is Aquafresh. But the store is out. All they have is Colgate. What are you going to do? You’re going to use Colgate, right?
You may want to brush with Aquafresh, but when all is said and done, you use what you have to keep those pearly whites clean. see my way of thinking? Good.
I love his witty banters with Kate – how he sulks when he doesn’t what he want and how he pouts when he tries to have a way with Kate.
“So,” she asks, “did we decide on a movie?”
She settles up against me, and my arm goes naturally around her. “I was thinking Braveheart.”
“Ugh. What is with that movie? Why are all men addicted to it?”
“Ah, the same reason women are obsessed with the freaking Notebook. That is what you were going to suggest, right?”
She smiles slyly, and I know I guessed right.
“The Notebook is romantic.”
“It’s fucking gay.”
She hits me in the face with the perfect pillow.
“It’s sweet. “
“It’s nauseating. I have friends who are flaming homosexuals – and that movie is too gay for them.”
She sighs dreamily. “It’s a love story, a beautiful love story. The way everyone tried to keep them apart. But then, years later, they found each other again. It was fate.”
I roll my eyes. “Fate? Please. fate’s a frigging fairy tale, sweetheart. And the rest of the story is a bonfire of bullshit too. Real life doesn’t work like that.”
“But that’s -“
“That’s why the divorce rate is so high. Because movies like that give women unreasonable expectations.”
“Real guys don’t think like Nolan or Niles or whatever the hell that douchebag’s name was.”
“And any man who would build a room in his house for some chick who blew him.off? Any man who would wait years for that same girl to show up at his door, knowing she was with someone else? He’s not a man at all.”
“What is he?”
“A big, hairy, unwaxed vagina.”
I love how he talks with MacKenzie, especially when he tried to reason out why the kid should live with him.
You’re a stay at home mom. Which is commendable, don’t get me wrong. But she should be exposed to career women too. And for God’s sake, don’t let her watch Cinderella. What kind of example is that? A mindless twit who can’t even remember where she left her damn shoe, so she has to wait for some douchebag in tights to bring it to her? Give me a frigging break!
Mackenzie is also adorable. Especially when she relates about what his uncle had just said or done or when she talks about her classmates.
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.”
Or this one:
I don’t think Uncle Matthew can come, Momma. He been too busy bein’ pussy whipped. Wha’s pussy whipped, Daddy?
The book is written in a way that can catch the attention of the readers and will make the readers engrossed in the book. Believe me, once you started this book, you won’t be able to stop until you finish it. It’s full of quotable quotes that I’m sure all the readers will absolutely love.
Tangled has all the necessary elements that will make the readers love it. You’ll swoon over Drew, get annoyed with his attitude, fall in love with him when he tries to get Kate back, laugh with him when he thinks what every regular guy thinks, and cry with him when he got his heart broken. I can’t explain how much I love this book. You have to read it yourself so you’ll know what I’m talking about. I recommend this book to everyone – yes, even to the guys.
Flowers. Lots of women say they don’t want them. But every woman is happy when they get them.
Fine’s a funny word, don’t you think? I don’t think there’s another like it in the English language that says so much while actually saying so little. How many wives have told their husbands, “I’m fine,” when they really mean, “I want to cut your balls off with a butcher knife?” How many men have told their girlfriends, “You look fine,” when they really mean, “You need to go back to the gym and work out – a lot.” It’s the universal way of saying we’re just peachy – when we’re really anything but.
I once heard my mother tell my father that she shouldn’t have to explain why she was pissed. That if he didn’t already know what he’d done wrong, then he wasn’t really sorry for it. What the fuck does that even mean? Newsflash, ladies: We can’t read your thoughts. And frankly, I’m not entirely sure I’d want to. The female mind is a scary place to be.
Men? We don’t leave a lot of room for doubt: You’re a dick. You fucked my girlfriend. You killed my dog. I hate you. Direct. Clear. Unambiguous. You girls should try it sometime. It would bring us all one step closer to world peace.
When it comes to a woman’s past, no guy wants to hear about it. I don’t care is you’ve fucked one guy or a hundred, keep it to yourself.
When Good gave eve that extra rib? He should have given us something extra too. Like mental telepathy.
Every healthy man in the world wakes up with a stiffy. A fatty. Morning wood. I’m sure there’s some medical explanation for the phenomenon, but I just like to think of it as a little present from God. A chance to begin the day with your best dick forward.
Women fall in love quicker than men. Easier and more often. But when guys fall? We go down harder. And when things go bad? When it’s not us who ends it? We don’t get to walk away. We crawl.
You ever watch animal planet? Women are kind like a herd of elephants. They stick together for protection. And if one sense danger? They all stampede.
Sometimes a guy can’t become a man until he’s met the right woman.
Some battles don’t have a winner. Sometimes the best a good general can hope for is a ceasefire.
It’s a simple guy logic: If a woman is angry? It means she cares. If you’re in a relationship and a chick can’t even be bothered to yell at you? You’re screwed. Indifference is a woman’s kiss of death. It’s the equivalent of a man not interested in sex. In either case – it’s over. You’re done.