A Bad Boy Stole My Bra by Lauren Price
I do love a good contemporary. For me, it’s the genre that I always go to when I want quick, light read. Or even if I’m in a major reading slump and I NEED TO GET OUT OF IT RIGHT THEN AND THERE. When it came to reading A Bad Boy Stole My Bra, it was because I needed a quick, light read. I was on the way back from Malta, the sun was shining, and I wanted something where I could chill, and not think too hard. (That sounds so bad like I’m saying contemporaries aren’t hard to write, but I just mean I don’t have to concentrate on world-building or the pronunciation of fantastical names. I do not mean any offence.)