Title: The Hook Up
Author: Kristen Callihan
Series: Game On, book 1
Genre: New Adult
Publisher: Plain Jane Books (September 8th)
Source: Review copy from publisher
The rules: no kissing on the mouth, no staying the night, no telling anyone, and above all… No falling in love.
Anna Jones just wants to finish college and figure out her life. Falling for star quarterback Drew Baylor is certainly not on her to do list. Confident and charming, he lives in the limelight and is way too gorgeous for his own good. If only she could ignore his heated stares and stop thinking about doing hot and dirty things with him. Easy right?
Too bad he’s committed to making her break every rule…
Football has been good to Drew. It’s given him recognition, two National Championships, and the Heisman. But what he really craves is sexy yet prickly Anna Jones. Her cutting humor and blatant disregard for his fame turns him on like nothing else. But there’s one problem: she's shut him down. Completely.
That is until a chance encounter leads to the hottest sex of their lives, along with the possibility of something great. Unfortunately, Anna wants it to remain a hook up. Now it’s up to Drew to tempt her with more: more sex, more satisfaction, more time with him. Until she’s truly hooked. It's a good thing Drew knows all about winning.
All’s fair in love and football…Game on.
If I’m honest I didn’t know what to expect of The Hook Up. I love Callihan’s Darkest London series, but that is steampunk/historical paranormal romance, something completely different from the NA genre with which we have been bombarded lately. So many authors have made the leap from their usual genres to NA and have utterly failed. I was afraid this would be one of those cases. OMFG! I didn’t know how wrong I was. Callihan nailed the NA genre, nailed it!! This is the kind of NA I want to read. This is the kind of NA authors should aspire to write. I need to build a little altar to the amaziness (I know that’s not a word, I created it just for her) that is Kristen Callihan’s writing.
I don’t want to go into much detail in this review; The Hook Up is so good you should discover every little tidbit by yourself. I’m just going to give you five reasons why you should read The Hook Up.
- Drew! He’s sex on a spoon, those are Anna’s words, not mine, but she was so right. He’s a dreamy hero, he knows what he wants and works hard until he gets it. Despite his fame and being seen as a football god, he is down to earth, a really swoon worthy hero. He is my new book boyfriend. He’s mine bitches! I’ll fight you for him.
- Anna. She is sassy, smart, strong, but at the same time she is insecure and vulnerable. I think many women/girls can easily identify with her and with her inner dialogue, she was a great heroine.
- The Smexy Factor. OMG! The chemistry between Drew and Anna is off the charts and their sexual tension sizzle the pages. The sex scenes are Hot! Hot! Hot! Take-a-cold-shower-now-hot and the best part is that they are not page fillers; they play an important role in helping build the relationship and intimacy between H/h.
- The Dialogue. Callihan’s writing shines in the dialogue. The banter between the characters is one of the best I have read in a long time. It’s smart, witty and all around highly entertaining.
- The Story. The Hook Up is more than boy meets girl, falls in love with girl and have the perfect HEA. The Hook Up’s story feels real, so much you can’t help but be invested in it. Another plus is that there is nothing predictable in it, Callihan was able to surprised me once or twice or… Yes, she’s that good.
I love The Hook Up so much I’m dying to get my hands on second book in this series, The Friend Zone. The Friend Zone will be Drew’s best friend, Gray Grayson’s story and it’ll be release next year.
I recommend The Hook Up to NA and contemporary romance fans. Trust me, I wasn’t a NA fan until now, now I’m a Callihan’s NA fan.
My Verdict: 5 Paws
Other books in the series
The Hook Up
The Friend Zone (2015)
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My mother once told me that the most important moment in my life wouldn’t be when I won the National Championship or even the Super Bowl. It would be when I fell in love.
Life, she insisted, is how you live it and who you live it with, not what you do to make a living. Given that she told me this when I was sixteen, I basically rolled my eyes and worked on practicing my pass fakes.
But my mother was insistent.
“You’ll see, Drew. One day, love will creep up and smack you upside the head. Then you’ll understand.”
My mom, it turns out, was wrong in one regard. Love, when it came for me, did not creep. No, it walked up to me, bold as you please, you know, just in case I wasn’t paying attention. It did, however, slap me upside my head.
And while I’d be happy to tell my mom that she was right about that, she’s dead. A fact that hurts even more now that I’ve been struck down. More like shot down. Cut off at the knees. Totally fucked. Whatever you want to call this disaster. Because the object of my affection hates me.
I am man enough to acknowledge that the cluster fuck that is my current love life is entirely my fault. I wasn’t prepared for Anna Jones.
I still cringe at the memory of when I first laid eyes on her at the beginning of the semester. Being late for class, I’d rushed to a seat in the back row, and was trying to remain unnoticed. I can’t go anywhere on campus without getting attention. And though it sounds like an awesome thing, it gets tiring.
When the roll call reached the back row, a soft voice, rich and thick as maple syrup, slid over me.
Just her name. That was all she’d said. It was like a hot finger stroking down my spine. My head snapped up. And there she was, so fucking pretty that I couldn’t think straight. I might as well have been sacked.
Breathless, my head ringing, I could only gape. I’m not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I’ll have that. With a helping of right-the-fuck-now on the side.
Thinking maybe I was overtired and simply overreacting to something that wasn’t really there, I stared at Anna Jones and tried to make sense of my extreme reaction.
As if feeling my gaze, she’d turned, and fucking hell… Her eyes were wide, almost cat-like, with the corners tilting up just a bit. At first, those eyes appeared brown, but they were really bottle green. And so clear. And annoyed. She glared at me. I didn’t care. One word was playing a loop in my head: mine.
I don’t remember the rest of the class. I watched Anna Jones like a condemned man getting his last view of the setting sun. While she tried to ignore me. Admirably.
The second class ended I shot up, and so did she. We nearly collided in the middle of the aisle. And then it all fell to shit.
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About Kristen Callihan
Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather do. She is a three-time RITA nominee, and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal, best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.
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