𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡?
Ninni lives for pranking the crap out of K-Pop.
She’d do it with him 24/7—sorry: do it 𝘵𝘰 him.
As in prank him.
Yep, their thing has everything to do with pranks.
Nothing to do with an insanity-in-a-bucket attraction.
It’s not like he’s drop-dead gorgeous and has infinite charisma or anything.
His brain isn’t Donald Duck, Einstein, and Shakespeare in one mischievous swirl either.
Nope! The girls of Blossom Field Avenue #246 and the Dudes of #247 are at prank war.
The Dudes are about to get upstaged.
It’s the prank of the ages!
Perfect. Legendary. Life-altering.
Wait: 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮-𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜?
No worries, though. When pranks OD on love, the Dudes and the Blossoms know exactly what to do.
My Review (ARC provided)
Five Stars!
I have never wanted celery sticks like I do after reading this book, (you’ll get it once you read it)! 😉
K-Pop and Ninni are the cutest dorkiest couple Sunniva has written. There isn’t a huge build up to their relationship because it’s been in the works for some time now, but how it evolves made me smile so big. This is such a fast fun read, and as these books continue, the pranks become better and better. I don’t want to say too much, but if you’ve read the first two you know K-Pop gets around and never has condoms of his own; always stealing from the dudes when he needs them. Sunniva worked this piece of information in perfectly in the story.
This book doesn’t have a whole lot of angst or drama; it’s just a fun story of how these two characters come to terms with their new relationship and a couple of obstacles thrown at them along the way.
“ He’s got hearts in his eyes as he looks at me, Ninni, and I’m desperately honest to my feelings when his hands go out, wanting to embrace me and the girl behind me too.”
I highly recommend picking up this series if you haven't read it yet and this book if you have. It can be read as a standalone but don’t miss out on the rest of the gang and their silly pranks. I’m anxiously awaiting the next pranking couple!
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My K-Pop!!
My Ninni!!
ALLIE HARRIS WANTS PAYBACK.
Her cheating ex deserves to see her living her best life; a one-night-stand with a hot South African soccer player would be the perfect revenge. Right?
Wrong. Allie is so, so wrong.
ROAN DEWALT HAS ALL THE MOVES.
On and off the field he’s at the top of his game. Roan respects hard-work, dedication—and follow through. He’s not a one and done kind of man, and he’s far from being done with Allie Harris.
One sexy night and two years later, Allie’s job brings her back to town. An opportunity for the perfect replay Roan has been fantasizing about since they slept together.
THE PROBLEM?
Allie Harris has a secret; one she’s been keeping from Roan all this time. Digital proof of their one night together—taken without his consent.
Will Allie’s payback plan come back to bite them both? Or can she erase her past mistake and embrace a new future with Roan?
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Without warning, my uncle pushes open a set of double doors and leads me into a changing room full of…
Naked. Soccer players.
Butt naked, wet or sweaty—I can’t quite tell—soccer players.
I catch sight of one guy flicking a towel at the bare ass of another, so I duck my head and shield my gaze. Good-god, if I’m caught ogling several hanging members being swung about all willy-nilly, I’ll be sure to lose my job! Be cool, Allie. Be cool. You’re one of the guys! And you’ve seen penises before!
I stumble behind Vaughn, who doesn’t miss a step as he continues marching on, walking past loads more of naked soccer players positioned at their lockers. Seriously, why are they all completely naked? Don’t they get cold? I thought shrinkage was a real thing! Nothing in this room is shrunken. Shranked? Whatever…I can’t grammar right now, there’s dicks everywhere!
Vaughn rounds a corner to another set of lockers and states firmly, “Here we are.”
I look up just as my high heel catches on something beneath me. I make a move to extract it, but my foot hooks on to whatever it is, holding my leg hostage while my body continues propelling forward. Letting out a yelp, I brace myself for an epic tumble.
But instead of falling down on the concrete flooring like I thought I would, I end up face planting into a chest. A very manly chest. A very manly, naked chest, whose pecs feel like two smooth boulders tensing beneath my twitching fingers that are currently clinging on for dear life.
“Ag, careful…That bag’s a biter,” a familiar voice murmurs on the top of my head as two very large hands wrap around my waist.
I look up and every organ in my body does a somersault as I stare up into the gorgeously pale brown eyes of Roan DeWalt. My one-night-stand.
Who’s apparently not at all worried about shrinkage.
