Coincidentally, it is in the follow up to Let’s Get Textual that describes this story so simply, and perfectly-
Somehow that wrong number turned into the purest, easiest love I’ve ever witnessed.
I Wanna Text You Up, Teagan Hunter
Contemporary romance, romantic comedies, these are not my go-to when I’m looking for quality smut. I want it dangerous, dark and dirty as fuck. Somehow, Teagan Hunter slipped in with her dick (and clit!) jokes and baby goats and I fell in love. My fangirl status went from “Oh, she’s some author that wrote these books my best friend loves” to ” HI TEAGAN, IT’S ME AGAIN, I KNOW I’M A LITTLE CRAZY BUT LET’S PLEASE BE BEST FRIENDS, THANKS!”
Zach: What about Mexican?
Me: Can I just eat the free chips and salsa?
Zach: No. How about Italian?
Me: Can you be any more cliche?
Zach: I’m sure I can find a way.
Zach: Are you allergic to anything?
Me: Human souls.
I bought Let’s Get Textual to take with my to Holidays with the Belles (a signing event in Dallas, Texas this coming February)- and I realized that with just over two weeks left until then, I should probably introduce myself to some of the HWTB authors’ writing that I have yet to read.
I started reading in the car pick-up line yesterday afternoon, without any regard to the the title or the glorious abs gracing the cover (and I’m typically an arms and back girl, but dayum Teagan, where’d you find this stud?).
By chapter three I was cackling so loud and and hell bent on the television babysitting the spawn for the rest of the night so mama could read. “Just call the T.V. Mom, kids!” (this happens more than I should probably admit to be honest) I finished the book within 7 hours of off and on reading. The pacing is quick, but not rushed, and even so I desperately wanted more. More of Zach and Delia.
Their banter was effortless, and so fucking relatable. Their chemistry was like a sky full of cliched fireworks, but still, undeniably natural and got me feelin’ some kind of way. I would laugh and then swoon, laugh, then swoon- it was like a happy horny roller coaster complete with cockblocking goat.
We’re lying face to face in the middle of the bed, the blanket draped over our waists, grinning like fools.
“What?” I whisper.
“I made it in.”
“What?” I ask again, confused.
“Your special Hufflepuff-only chamber of secrets.”
There isn’t much drama, or even graphic, gratuitous sex (something far more common in my regular smut reads), but that subtle swoon and sweetness on top of the humor was more than enough to satisfy. Teagan just proves that you don’t always need constant thrusting cocks and panties that need changing after a single look to write a wonderfully addictive, romantic, hilarious story.
The only downside to reading an actual paperback is I don’t highlight every snarky comment or sexy scene or confession of love- but let me tell you right fucking now, Let’s Get Textual is worthy of any and all lady boners (admitted or not). I’ve got a massive girl crush on Teagan’s writing and am currently binging the rest of the Text series.
“I could love you one day, Zach,” I whisper against his mouth.
“I think it’s too late for me, Delia.”