Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Perfect 10 by Erin McCarthy

Katrina’s Lesson in Social Media Disasters 

or How Technology Can Bite You In The A**

Katrina Phillips is an expert social media manager. But that doesn’t mean she can’t make mistakes. Horrible, hide-in-your-closet-forever mistakes... like accidentally syncing her BootyBook app with her online profiles.

Blammo. Now everyone in the world can see who Katrina has dated and how they rated in appearance, sexual performance, and (OMG) detailed descriptions of their manly parts! Now her phone is blowing up with irate exes—and an out-of-the-blue text from the only guy who came close to a perfect score...

Katrina has had a thing for Drew Jordan since forever ago, even if a booze-fuelled one-nighter did destroy their friendship. So why is he suddenly texting her now—and is it because she rated his Sexy Staff Of Manliness as “magnificent”? Now the only way to satisfy her curiosity is to reunite with Drew... and rate him all over again!
Overall Rating:   3.5 Rockin’ ★★★☆

What’s a girl to do when her BootyBook goes live and all the guys she has dated get to look at their ratings?  It all started when Katrina exchanged her smartphone for a new one.  That should be easy right?  Wrong, from that point on the fun begins with calls from ex-boyfriends and clients that have read her shared information.  It seems that everything on that app is now part of my personal page and that even expert social media manager can make HUGE mistakes.
Her BootyBook app had synced with her personal page.  Now every detail about every guy that had logged in to her handy, and slightly tawdry, app equivalent of a little black book was now visible to everyone.  Including ratings on their manners, clothes, conversation during the date, and yes, their penis size if she had hooked up with him.  Along with whether or not she’d had an orgasm, the quality of foreplay, and her overall general impression of his sexual prowess.
As you can imagine my phone is burning up with texts and calls from those mentioned on my page. I start deleting and cleaning up the mess only then do I know that the thing I must do is to deny responsibility.  With the help of my girlfriend Samantha, I start damage control for my business.
“Trina, you need to do damage control.”  How do I do that?” she demanded, wanting her glass refilled but unable to get off her couch and walk the the three steps to her pseudo kitchen.
Drew was her best friend until one night of drunken sex had changed their relationship.  Trina receives a text from him asking to see her tonight, he’s read the BootyBook entry that she wrote about their night together.  She had given him an almost perfect score.
“That’s why I always feel like he’s the one who got away.  He’s a good guy and we had a deep friendship.” “Then you definitely need to see him.  Even if it never becomes a relationship, you should try to reclaim your friendship.”
When she walks into the bar where Drew works, it is like he wants back in her life.  Is it because of what he read on her page about his magnificent penis performance?  Does he want a repeat of their night together?
Their eyes met and held and he gave her a grin and a nod of acknowledgment.  Moving down the bar toward her, he leaned forward and said, “Hi, Trina.  Thanks for coming.”  Coming?  She wished.
Will Trina give Drew the opportunity to get a perfect 10 rating or will she pull away because of the way he left things with her after their one night?  Let the fun begin.
“So you want to practice how to achieve the overall perfect dating score?  I think that is probably statistically impossible for any man or woman.”  She squeezed his hand.

Hero –Drew Jordan: 4 stars
Heroine –Katrina Phillips: 4 stars
Steam: 3 stars 
Plot: 3.5 stars 
Cliffhanger: No

Would I recommend this book: Yes! This book is funny and full of what not to do when dating advice.  Love the lesson’s on multi-media and technology disasters.

Would I read other books by this author: Yes! I have enjoyed this book and cannot wait to read another one.

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