Dark Wild Night by Christina Lauren
Published by Gallery Books, Simon & Schuster on September 15, 2015
Genres: Adult Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Erotica, Humor, New Adult, Romance
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What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
But what didn't happen in Vegas seems to follow them everywhere.
Lola and Oliver like to congratulate themselves on having the good sense to not consummate their drunken Las Vegas wedding. If they’d doubled-down on that mistake, their Just Friends situation might not be half as great as it is now.
... Or so goes the official line.
In reality, Lola’s wanted Oliver since day one—and over time has only fallen harder for his sexy Aussie accent and easygoing ability to take her as she comes. More at home in her studio than in baring herself to people, Lola’s instinctive comfort around Oliver nearly seems too good to be true. So why ruin a good thing?
Even as geek girls fawn over him, Oliver can’t get his mind off what he didn’t do with Lola when he had the chance. He knows what he wants with her now ... and it’s far outside the friend zone. When Lola’s graphic novel starts getting national acclaim—and is then fast-tracked for a major motion picture—Oliver steps up to be there for her whenever she needs him. After all, she’s not the kind of girl who likes all that attention, but maybe she’s the kind who’ll eventually like him.
Sometimes seeing what’s right in front of us takes a great leap of faith. And sometimes a dark wild night in Vegas isn’t just the end of a day, but the beginning of a bright new life...
I lived, ate, and breathed Dark Wild Night for days and days after finishing it. It stayed with me, it resonated somewhere in my soul. I can’t explain it. It wasn’t perfect. It didn’t have to be though. It was just perfect for this couple. I still get all excited thinking about it and it’s been a week since I finished. Christina Lauren are so darn talented, creating these characters that I just want to squeeze, love, and hang out with. I feel like they are my best friends and I just can’t wait to join them for a drink one night.
Every book takes me on a journey of self discovery. Not mine necessarily, although sometimes yes. No it’s the people living on the pages. For Lola and Oliver it was epic. Not full of the “normal” romance drama either. It was deep, it was heart breaking and it was real.
There were so many aspects to Lola’s character that I could also find in my own daughter. It made the story that much more for me. I was able to connect differently that I guess most other readers might. It was special. Not only that but my family is extremely, how do I say this, nerdy I guess. My husband is a huge Star Wars fan. My girls love Doctor Who, Marvel, and Sherlock. My oldest is an artist and aspiring writer. Because of this I adored Oliver and Lola’s story.
For me it’s not always about perfect writing. It’s not about happily ever after even. Sometimes it’s just about connecting with a character. And that alone can make for a perfect reading experience. Dark Wild Night did that for me. It was perfect for me just as much as it was perfect for Oliver and Lola.
On a side note, Not Joe really stole the show here. I needed his craziness, I needed his humor, and it always happens at the best times. He really helped make this story whole for me. I really hope we get his story soon!
*A copy of this book was kindly provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review*
Lola finger-shoots herself in the head and pretends to collapse onto me, convulsing in fake death. Her hair sweeps across my arm, my skin bare beyond the short sleeve of my T‑shirt, and for the first time I don’t fight the urge to touch it. I cup my hand over her scalp and slide it down, dragging my fingers through her hair.
She tilts her head and looks up at me. “Oliver must be drunk,” she announces in a slur, though it seems I’m the only one who hears her.
“Why’s that?” I ask. My smile down at her is a subconscious thing; instinct in response to her proximity.
“Because you’re touching me,” she says a little more quietly.
I lean back a little to see her face better. “I touch you plenty.”
She shakes her head and it’s slow and lolling against my arm, finally thumping back against the booth. “Like a buddy. That was like a lover.”
My blood turns to mercury. If only she knew. “Was it?”
“Mm-hmm.” She looks tired, eyelids heavily demanding rest.
“Sorry then, Lola Love,” I say, brushing her bangs to the side of her forehead.
She shakes her head dramatically, one side completely to the other. “Don’t be. You’re my hero.”
I laugh, but she sits up in a surprising burst of movement and says, “I’m serious. What would I do without you right now?”