This awesome sequel to the hilarious Fluffy brings all our favourite characters together again. Persephone, or Perky as she prefers to be called, is in a dilemma. The man she loved but who betrayed her is back after 5 years of being apart and her hormones are in a state of quantum flux and her heart doesn’t know whether to reach out or run for cover.
Perky’s trust in Parker Campbell, now the esteemed Congressman Parker Campbell, was torn to shreds when she believed that he posted a topless picture of her on the internet. He has always claimed his innocence but Perky just couldn’t get her head around the fact that he may not have done it. Five long years later and the pair are reunited for Will and Mallory’s wedding rehearsal rehearsal dinner (no I did not make a mistake, she is actually having a rehearsal of her rehearsal dinner!). Perky has a plan but is revenge what she really wants?
Perky is a great character. She has an ‘I don’t care attitude’ but deep down she is a very vulnerable, mistrusting person. Parker has worked his way up through the political ranks and is now a congressman. One thing that never changed was his love for Persephone (he is one of only two people who call her that) and he will keep claiming his innocence until she final listens to him.
As with any Julia Kent book there is mischief and mayhem in abundance. Perky’s brilliant idea doesn’t quite go according to plan and Parker seems to have turned into the Grim Reaper! Will and Mallory are stuck in the middle, although Will is awesome when he defends Perky. If ever you need an excuse not to have a voice activated recording app on your phone, then just remember poor Perky!
A definite must-read this summer. It’s not essential but I would highly recommend reading Fluffy first, and don’t forget Little Miss Perfect – the prequel to Fluffy.
Looking forward to seeing what ‘Feisty’ has in store for us!
ARC courtesy of Julia Kent.
Release Date 30th July 2019
One hundred years ago when I was young and impulsive (okay, it was five, alright? Five years ago…) I let my boyfriend take, let’s just say… compromising pictures of me.
(Shut up. It made sense at the time).
Surprise! The sleazy back-stabbing jerk posted them on a website and, well, you can guess what happened. That’s right.
I’m a meme. A really gross one.
You’ve seen the pictures. And if you haven’t – don’t ask. And don’t look!
As face recognition software online improves, I get tagged on social media whenever anyone shares my pictures. You try getting a thousand notifications a day, all of them pictures of your tatas.
So. I’m done.
It’s time for revenge. Let him see how it feels! But how do you get embarrassingly intimate pictures of your jerkface ex who double-crossed you five years ago?
Especially when he’s a member of the U.S.House of Representatives now?
Getting sweet between the sheets with a congressman is pretty much every political roadie’s dream, right? I’m one in a crowd.
Except to this day, he swears he didn’t do it. Pursued me for months after I dumped him five years ago. Begged me to take him back.
And I almost did it. Almost. I was weak and stupid and in love a hundred years ago.
Okay. Fine. Five.
But I still have the upper hand. Second chance romance has all the emotional feels, doesn’t it?
I can’t wait to punch him in the feels.
All I need to do is sleep with him once, take some hot-and-sweaty pics of him in… delicate positions, and bring him down. That’s it. Nothing more.
Pictures first. Revenge after. And then I win.
At least, that’s how it was supposed to happen. But then I did something worse than sexting.
I fell in love with him. Again.