Release Blitz & Review: Ruth Clampett's "Wet."
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Hi Everyone! My name is Paul and I’m a recovering sex addict...
Paul McNeill loves sex. Good sex. Bad sex. Oral sex. Any kind of sex. You name it; he loves it. But Paul's biggest passion is his greatest flaw. As a recovering sex addict, he's been abstaining and managing his addiction for over two years. Now, all he wants is to fall in love and find that certain someone he can settle down with.
But when he finds himself on his knees on Elle Jacoby’s damp lawn, he knows there's going to be trouble. Elle quickly becomes Paul's biggest challenge yet. She's instantly set him ablaze while he begs to be hosed down. As he gets to know her more, the flames burn even hotter.
How can he resist a hot divorcee who's amped up to have all the fun she's missed?
Stand-alone story-no cliffhangers. Warning: for mature audiences only.
With an extremely hot cover and a provocative title, I was excited and ready to delve into what appeared would be a steamy hot read. But I quickly discovered that "Wet" was not at all what I was expecting. Firstly, it was written entirely from the male characters POV and secondly, the story took me completely by surprise. Elle and Paul's journey did not play out in the way that I had imagined. I'm not saying that either of these things were bad, it's just that it's not often that I am this surprised when starting a new book.
Paul was once a sex addict, a man-whore that slept with every attractive female that he encountered. However I soon realised that this was no longer the case. He was now a reformed guy, determined to keep the promise he had made to himself that the next woman he would sleep with would be his forever girl. Paul was ready to fall in love and settle down which was all very sweet and romantic. He just had to meet his Miss Right and be prepared to sweep her off her feet. Paul was so different to the usual kind of book boyfriend that I come across so often. Having the story told from his perspective gave me the chance to get to know him so well. No stone was left unturned when it came to this man and I liked that a lot.
The longer I look at this sexy woman, the weaker I get.
My resistance is crumbling like a soft-baked cookie.
Paul was a landscape gardener and he met Elle when he was sent to fix her sprinkler system. As soon as the couple met, the sexy banter between the pair started and I thought I was going to get treated to a modern twist on the classic novel "Lady Chatterley's Lover." However I was very wrong! Lol. Elle was recently divorced and ready to make up for the years she had lost whilst being trapped in a sexless marriage. All she wanted was a string of hook-ups, the opposite of what Paul wanted. Elle was another character that took me by surprise. I couldn't believe how forward she was when it came to communicating her sexual hunger to Paul. There was no shyness or embarrassment from this woman. I was truly shocked by how brazen she was. Elle was a minx!
"If you ever decide to be a man-whore again will you have sex with me?"
"You'll be the first on my list."
I have to say that it made a refreshing change to find out that it was a woman who was the one afraid of being in a relationship and the man was the one having to do all of the work, trying to convince the other person to give them a try. The story continued with a few twists and turns that I did not see coming and although I felt that the idea of the story was a good one, I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if Paul had given into his true desires earlier on in the story rather than keep me hanging for so long. To be honest, I think I would have preferred Paul's old self. Although he was sweet and loving, I just wanted him to have a bit more passion. At times it felt as though he was becoming a door mat for Elle, but thankfully it all came together in the end with a cute little ending that would melt the hardest of hearts.
"What if I can never be everything that you want?"
"What if you already are?"
If you are looking for something a that is fun and a little bit different, this just might be a story that you will enjoy. "Wet" gets ❤️❤️❤️❤️ from me.
“Elle, have you ever considered that the whole bunch of men looking to hook-up on Tinder could be bad apples?”
“You’re so funny!”
“I’m not joking,” I say.
“Seriously Paul, I’ve decided to throw myself back into the game.”
“But Tinder’s not really a game, Elle . . . it’s more like the mosh pit. What if you get head butted again?”
“I’ve realized the mistake I made. This time I’m going to spell it out to the dude before we get to the sexing.”
“Spell it out, huh?”
“Yeah, no weird stuff like latex or furry suits. No demeaning talk or behavior. No bondage. No threesomes.”
“Or foursomes?” I ask.
“Ewww, no!” she says.
“Are you trying to make me feel bad?”
“What? No, why?”
“I told you about my foursome.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot about that. That was when you were a man-whore.”
“Yes, thanks, although I prefer the term ‘sex fiend’.”
“Well . . . that’s still what you told me.”
“I did. So see, I’m the very guy you wouldn’t want to sleep with.”
“Yet, you pretty much asked me to screw you when we met. Do you see how complicated this is?”
“Can I ask you something, Paul?”
“Sure, why not? You know so much about me already.”
“Did you do men too back during your sex fiend days?”
I almost drop the phone. “Sex with dudes? No! Why would you ask that?”
“So your orgy was really just you and a bunch of women. Did you have a harem or something?”
“I could have.”
She huffs into the phone. “Oh really? A harem? What if you’re making all this stuff up? Why should I believe you and all your big talk?”
“If you don’t believe me, I don’t care. It doesn’t change anything.”
“What if you made up all those sexy stories . . . like that you were addicted to sex. What if you’re really more like your accountant brother?”
I feel the vein pop out on my forehead. Why is she screwing
“I know what this is about,” I whisper in a dark voice.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“You’re provoking me, trying to get me to come over there and fuck you and break my oath. Well, it’s not going to happen.”
“Because you know what, mister? You don’t fit into my profile anyway.”
“Oh that’s rich. You must have one hell of a profile.”
“Well look at you. You’re searching for a little complacent wifey who will roast your chicken and birth you a bevy of babies.”
“Roast my chicken? What’s that a metaphor for?”
“It’s not a metaphor, it’s dinner.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re pretty weird, you know.”
“And you don’t want to fuck anymore and nothing’s weirder than that . . . so who’s calling the kettle black?”
“Who says I don’t want to fuck? I never said that. I want it.”
“Sure.” I want it bad. So bad it hurts, but I don’t tell her that.
“So it’s that you just don’t want to fuck me?”
“Oh, I want to fuck you. Right now I want to throw you on the bed and ride you so hard you won’t be able to walk the next day.”
There’s a long silent pause. Maybe that was too much.
“Ms. Jacoby, are you still there?”
“I’m here, Paul Junior. I’m just distracted thinking about you throwing me on the bed.”
“And mounting you?”
I hear a soft moan.
“And fucking you hard?”
“So you really want that, do you?”
“You’re cruel. Are you going to make me beg for it?”
“Please . . . Paul, are you touching yourself? Because I am.”
Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director Bob Clampett, grew up surrounded by artists and animators. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, she has been VP of Design for Warner Brothers Studio Stores and taught photography at UCLA. Today she runs her own studio and as the Fine Art publisher for Warner Brothers Studios has come to know and work with some of the world’s greatest artists in the fields of animation and comics.
From this colorful background comes Ruth’s first novel, Animate Me, a fun and sexy, unique and engaging contemporary romance.
Ruth lives and works in Los Angeles, strictly supervised by her teenage daughter, who helps plan their summer around their yearly pilgrimage to the San Diego Comic Con.