Fifteen minutes later, the whole sordid mess had been spilled between them and both her friends stared at Molly with a mixture of horror, amusement and curiosity. “Well, say something!” Molly yelled when neither of them said a word. “You’re supposed to be my sounding board, ladies!”
“You’re engaged,” Sami managed to choke.
“To the Devil,” Viv sputtered.
“It could be worse, right?” Molly questioned, looking from one woman to the other and back again. “I mean, he’s not so awful, is he?”
“He’s the Devil,” Vivian breathed, her brown eyes huge on her pixie face.
“That’s not helpful, Viv,” Molly huffed, holding her bottle tucked tightly between her breasts as she sat cross-legged on the middle of her couch. “His nickname is Devil. He’s not really Satan incarnate.”
“I’m gonna need a hit off that vodka bottle before we go any further,” Sami warned, holding out her hand and wriggling her fingers.
“You’ll have to wrest it from my cold dead hands,” Molly replied, tightening her grip on the mostly gone liquor as she shook her head, red hair flying wildly.
“You hold her down and I’ll pry it out of her hand,” Vivian said under her breath, only half joking as she eyed Molly.
Snorting, Sami ran a hand through her naturally wavy locks. “Well, let’s look on the bright side. At least he’s got the whole eye candy thing going on for him. You may have to look into the face of evil every morning across the breakfast table, but the view will be pretty.”
“What am I going to do?” Molly groaned, leaning her head back against the cushion as the throbbing in her head increased.
Shaking off her shock, Viv straightened in her chair. “Well, first off, don’t panic. Devil can’t actually make you marry him.”
“No, but he can coerce the hell out of her,” Sami argued, frowning at Vivian. “I mean, you heard her, Viv. He’s holding his dying grandmother over her head, for crying out loud.”
“One moment she wanted to pluck out his eyeballs and serve them to her pets as a succulent treat, and the next he was melting her heart with the tender things he said. He was an enigma.”
“Molly’s alternating between rounds of rampant cursing and violent tears. At this rate, she’s gonna strain her vocal chords and dehydrate at the same time.”
“If you had married my wife, she would roast your balls over the fire and serve them to you on a bed of rice, one forkful at a time.”
Sizzle is the third Sarah O’Rourke book I have devoured in a matter of months, and these gals just get better and better with each new work. I was in a constant state of catching my breath. I was either chuckling or laughing aloud from the clever humor, or panting and gasping from the steamy love scenes. These ladies can certainly bring the spice, and they use every bottle in the spice rack while doing so… even the ones we never know how or when to use. I do believe they have penned my favorite car ride of all time when they adroitly detailed Molly driving her boss to see his dear beloved Nana in the hospital. I expected to enjoy this book, but I was totally blown away by their ever-increasing skill and acumen to entertain and titillate. Their sassy humor is as endearing as it is amusing. Their dialog is witty, sharp, insightful, and intelligent. Their characters are fun, smart, irreverent, and are people I personally would like to know. I adored this book from beginning to end, and am already eager to see what these two come up with next, although it would be extremely hard if not impossible to top this one.