Unfortunately so, this point is also where my following problems stem from with the remaining half of The Kiss Quotient. This boy had me nearly drooling like a dog. Like, drawing out their first exquisite kiss: I’m also beyond grateful Michael didn’t rush Stella into things their first time meeting and took things “ultra-slow” because that is just what she (and I) needed. “She’d looked at him like she saw no one else. ” So I was glad the author began the novel by skipping straight to the good stuff without having to pretend like we care for their personal lives outside the relationship because I obviously don’t if I picked up a romance book… This is the one romance novel I read that gets things right by not focusing on exterior noise we’re not here for (like whining about one’s job, family, friend, etc.) we’re all here for the sweet rush of hormones, adrenaline, and swooning. The Vietnamese and Swedish stunner can’t afford to turn down Stella’s offer, and agrees to help her check off all the boxes on her lesson plan–from foreplay to more-than-missionary position… Which is why she hires escort Michael Phan. Her conclusion: she needs lots of practice–with a professional. It doesn’t help that Stella has Asperger’s and French kissing reminds her of a shark getting its teeth cleaned by pilot fish. She comes up with algorithms to predict customer purchases–a job that has given her more money than she knows what to do with, and way less experience in the dating department than the average thirty-year-old. Stella Lane thinks math is the only thing that unites the universe.
Also: Why did I choose one of the warmest days of the season to read this book that had me blushing and sweating 90% of the time? And how is it that I wasn’t even planning on reviewing The Kiss Quotient, but still felt the need to talk about it… We’ll start at the beginning by including the synopsis:
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