Drew Evans is a winner. Handsome and arrogant, he makes multimillion 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 am Navessa’s curiosity. When Navessa sees people spamming a book with five star reviews I make her investigate because I’m a nosy bastard.
I am Navessa’s hesitation. When Navessa sees that the reviews are nothing but pictures of people creaming themselves followed by lists of sexy/funny quotes I make her pause to consider how these things have gone in the past.
I am Navessa’s Id. When Navessa ’s worry is about to get the best of her I override that motha fucka and click the ‘Buy Now’ button.
I am Navessa’s fear. When the Id takes over and the self-sabotaging begins I immediately start to panic.
I am Navessa’s optimism. I shove her fear aside with reassurances like “Maybe it’ll be different this time.” and “Everyone thinks this is funny. You like funny!”
I am Navessa’s acceptance. I acknowledge all behaviors and encourage her to start reading.
I am Navessa’s sense of humor. Parts of this book amuse me greatly. I urge her to keep reading.
I am Navessa’s annoyance. I am more powerful than Navessa ’s sense of humor and scissor-kick it into submission.
I am Navessa’s left eyebrow. When the misogyny begins I climb up her forehead.
I am Navessa’s right eyebrow. When the misogyny begins I get green with envy because I suck at arching.
I am Navessa’s sense of self worth. I wonder why we’re still reading.
I am Navessa’s feminism. “KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!”