Did you see my post yesterday alerting you to the epic duet ending for Lucky and Ollie? Today I’m here to say THIS should be your binge read for the weekend if you haven’t started yet. Oliver Arsen is the scrumdilicious, most awesomest accent having smokin’ hot 37 year old man in all of the reading kingdom….if he rode in on a white steed he’d be the perfect jerky Prince Charming…oh wait….he’s riding in on a surf board…so close enough! 🙂
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Start the Duet with The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks!
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I fell in love with Ollie in the first book and now, after reading his side of the ‘She Said, He Said,” ordeal I think I adore him more. Max Monroe has provided us with the ultimate dual sided story and it’s amazing.
He’s not ashamed of who he is or how he lives, he’s unapologetic for the way he fell bum over elbows when she dropped on his head like an anvil and I’m pretty sure I could read his words (listen to him talk) forever cause I hear his deep Aussie timber in my head like a siren song. I’d like to shove Lucky out of the way and beg for him to take me for a ride on his ..ahem..board and I’d really help him make some epic waves (wink).
A short sided second chance where hearts are on the line, the future is foggy and misconception is running amok, amok, amok. I could relive this duet over and over. Lucky and Ollie are some of my favorite Max Monroe characters and this is the best ending for them!
Podcast Series: The Day the Jerk Started Falling with Oliver Arsen
Dating is easy, mates. The women are plentiful, the opportunities abundant, and the fun endless.
I’ve taken a woman night surfing—only to end up using the board and the motion of the water for another purpose—jetted over to New Zealand for a two-day holiday with another, and given more than one a fair tour of my bedroom.
No effort overspent, I enjoyed every moment of it.
I live hard and love harder, but it’s the second one that usually gets me in the most trouble. My affection tends to be short-lived—a quality I’ve been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn’t becoming.
Basically, according to the greater population, I’m the ultimate jerk.
And if you grouped the lot of my past conquests together and set me ablaze, not one of them would piss on me to save my life.
Taking the next step, having a long-term relationship, has never been my forte.
Commitment is hard. The thought of a one-woman wank for the rest of my life has barely ever been conceivable, let alone possible, and I have to blame that for how badly it all went.
When I look back at my behavior, there has to be a reason.
A reason, friends, that when it came to Luciana Wright, I fucked it all up.
I’ve been cursed out, stomped on, slapped. Had my balls volleyed, spat on, and punched. And even, on one occasion, nearly run over by a car with a madwoman behind the wheel.
But I’ve never been through the brutal torture of love.
Until Lucky.
She’s an American bombshell and my sister’s best friend—a woman so wrong for
me, it should be written in the waves.
And she’s the reason we’re all here.
The exact reason why I strong-armed the lovely, albeit slightly hard-ass, editor of this fantastic website to let an Aussie bloke like me prattle on about his love woes.
[chuckles]
Vanessa, if you’re listening, I’m certain your balls are bigger than just about every man out there. And trust me, that is a compliment.
[chuckles again]
Also, thank you for your hospitality via podcast permission. It is much appreciated.
And you, dear listeners, you should know that for the next God only knows how many episodes of this podcast series, I’m going to spend my time talking directly to Lucky. If you’re not her, but you’d like to keep listening, I urge you to help me. Help me by hearing me out. Help me by relating to my story. Help me plead my case. And to really prepare yourself to get the whole tale from both sides, listen to her podcast first.
[distinct pause]
I had you in my grasp, Lucky, but now it’s fallen apart.
And in order to explain how it happened—to explain myself—I feel like I have to go back to the day it all began.
To the day the jerk started falling.
My name is Oliver Arsen, but my mates call me Ollie.
I live hard and love harder, and it’s love that usually gets me in the most trouble.
According to the greater population, I’m the ultimate jerk.
My affection tends to be short-lived—a quality I’ve been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn’t becoming—and the leaving part of loving and leaving has always come natural.
At least, it used to.
Until her.
Luciana Wright.
She’s an American bombshell and my sister’s best friend—a woman so wrong for
me, it’s written in the waves.
And she’s the reason we’re all here.
The reason I have to go back to explain how it all went wrong.
To the day the jerk started falling.
About Max Monroe:
A secret duo of romance authors team up under the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you sexy, laugh-out-loud reads.
Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of more than ten contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.
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