Brandie and I read and loved No Attachments and Misunderstandings by Tiffany King, so we were both excited to read Tressa's story! Today we have our reviews, a yummy excerpt, and a giveaway so make sure you scroll down to the bottom for a chance to enter and win a Paper Back Copy of Contradictions!
Contradictions (Woodfall Girls #3) by Tiffany King
Publication Date: January 6th 2014 by Berkley Trade
About the book:
When everything starts spinning out of control . . .
Three years into college, Tressa Oliver’s life is a nonstop party. She’s skating by in her classes, and there’s no shortage of drinking, dancing, and general hell-raising. The only aspect that hasn’t been much fun: She can’t shake the toxic jerks that always seem to gravitate toward her.
It will take someone totally wrong . . .
Trent Lawson is the classic anti-bad boy: smart, boring, and way too serious. To a wild girl like Tressa, there’s no way in hell they’re compatible—especially since Trent seems to see straight through her defenses.
To set her right.
When a college prank goes terribly wrong, Tressa starts to suspect that her partying ways are leading nowhere fast. Now she has to turn to the last person she ever thought she’d ask for help—and quickly discovers that there’s more to Trent than meets the eye . . .
Rachel's Review:
The prospect of a hot, nerdy guy falling for a popular,
party girl always grabs my attention so Tressa and Trent’s romance held all
kinds of promise for me! I did really enjoy this story; it was a sweet and slow
burn romance (once Tressa pulled her head out!).
Tressa was really hard to like at first, BUT I think that
was the point. She was a party girl and
didn’t really take her college studies seriously, and so she was falling behind
rapidly. Instead of buckling down she shoves those concerns aside, and does
what? Goes out and parties some more! I wanted to shake so sense into Tressa! I’m
not the party girl type, and to me the opportunity to go to college on your
parent’s dime is such a huge privilege that I don’t understand why someone
would waste it by screwing around so much! It just feels so ungrateful.
Tressa’s offered help to catch up, and turn things around,
but refuses once she finds out Trent, a guy from her hometown, would be
tutoring her. Trent is the studious, straight-laced, brainy type, and rumored
to have crushed on Tressa from afar through high school. Everything about him annoys Tressa, which
annoyed me. Man, she was a judgmental
bitch at first! It took something very
drastic to wake Tressa up and reassess her attitude and life, but I was happy
to see the positive changes that took place.
She feels remorse and regret over her behavior, and I began to really
like her.
Tressa’s feelings about Trent change as well. When she steps back and really looks at him stirrings
of attraction begin. Tressa starts to
realize what a good guy he is, helpful, giving, and grounded. Trent lived up to
Tressa’s nickname to me: Clark Trent because he was sort of a superhero in
disguise with how much he helped Tressa. I think smart and sweet is so extremely sexy! I loved the affect Trent
had on Tressa, just small things really
lit fires for her! A step a little too
close, a sweep of fingers across her nape, or the electric blue of his gaze
sent her hormones into a tizzy! What a delicious build up!
I’ve been excited to pick up Contradictions after enjoying the first two books in the Woodfall
Girls series, Misunderstandings is
still my favorite, but Contradictions
comes in at a close second. Tressa’s
transformation from shallow, selfish party girl into someone who cared was a
satisfying journey. It was a pleasure to witness Tressa awakening to Trent’s
appeal and the swoony, sweet romance that followed! I also appreciated that it was low on the
angst scale.
Brandie's Review:
I've really enjoyed this series - the first book in the series, No Attachments, is one of my favorite NA books ever. This final installment in the Woodfalls Girls series was a fun, quick read.Tressa is a major party girl. She's known for being wild, wreaking havoc every where she goes, even from a young age. She spends her weekends with her roommates jumping from frat party to frat party, basically refusing to grow up.
Trent is a computer genius, who happens to be really hot, but hides behind his geeky glasses and nerdy demeanor. He's attending the same college as Tressa for his masters program, and has harbored feelings for her ever since high school, where they both attended in Woodfalls.
Tressa's partying lifestyle finally catches up with her when her grades take a nose-dive and she needs Trent's help before she gets kicked out of school.
I'm going to be honest and say I disliked Tressa for the first 50% of the book. She was bitchy and her constant name calling almost made me give up on the book. She eventually grew on me, and it helped that I became completely smitten with Trent and how sweet and adorable he was.
As they spend more and more time together, Tressa starts to see Trent in a new light. But she struggles with the fact that she's not good enough for him and may never be.
Even though Tressa grated on my nerves in the beginning, the relationship and slow building romance between her and Trent made it worth reading. A good mix of steamy and sweet, I enjoyed Trent and Tressa's story and the fact that it had minimal angst!
3.5 Suns
Excerpt:
I
knocked on his door, thankful I’d
had the foresight to grab my gloves before heading out. I was preparing to
knock again after he didn’t
answer when the door suddenly swung open.
My
mild shock turned into downright "slap my ass and call me Dixie"
surprise when I saw how he was dressed, or rather, undressed would be the more
accurate description. He answered the door in nothing more than a towel,
rendering me speechless.
My
mouth dropped open as I took in the very male sight before me. My suspicions
about what lay beneath the endless array of geeky shirts he was so fond of
wearing had now been verified. Although, even in my wildest of dreams, I’m pretty sure I didn’t imagine this. Not that I had wild
dreams about him. At least, not all the time.
With
the towel knotted around his waist, I had an up-close and personal view of his
very defined, and I loathed to admit, very lickable abs. I wasn’t even sure "six-pack" was
the right word. Running my eyes down his naked torso, I’m pretty sure I counted an
eight-pack. Eight delicious abs that glistened with droplets of water from the
shower he had just stepped out of. My mouth began to water at the sight of him,
and I’m
pretty sure I even swayed a little. I wanted to reach out to feel if his
muscles were as firm as they looked. God,
the things I could do that chest, I thought.
"Hey,
you’re early," he
greeted me, using an extra towel to dry his hair. His words were like a torrent
of cold water splashed on my face. I took an unsteady step backward. If he only
knew how close I had come to reaching out and touching him. How could nerdy tee
shirts and glasses hide that much hotness? That was the question. Hell, even
his hair looked hot now that it was tousled from the towel dry he’d given it.
I
croaked out an answer that was a garbled mess. He looked at me like I’d just fallen off the drunken train.
Trying again, I cleared my throat, hoping for something that sounded more
coherent. "Too jeep cold," I mumbled, realizing as I was talking that
I had effed it up again.
His
look turned to puzzlement as he tried to make sense of my rhyme. "Oh,
sorry," he finally said, stepping back so I could enter his warm apartment.
"It’s
cold outside," he added, closing the door quickly behind me. I didn’t bother to correct him. Better for
him to think it was the cold that had my tongue refusing to cooperate than the
real reason. Trent didn’t
need any more encouragement.
I
skirted around him. Distance was my only ally at the moment.
"How’d your test go yesterday?" he
asked, oblivious to the fact that I was secretly wishing for his towel to drop.
For the love of my horny sanity,
could you please put on some clothes before I tear my panties off and jump on
you? The words bounced around in my head like a rogue Ping-Pong
ball. I was practically chanting them.
"Sorry.
I’ll go get
dressed," he said, giving me a strange look.
No
way, did I utter that out loud? Please for the love of horny bitches
everywhere, tell me that was all in my head. Son of a bitch, I couldn’t remember. I was stuck in some
hypnotizing dick trance.
I
needed to flee the scene while he was in his room getting dressed. That would
be the only rational thing to do. Maybe I could tell him I was drunk. By the
looks he’d
been giving me, he probably assumed that already. I could go home and pretend
this never happened. The mental image of his very bare chest floated through my
dirty mind. My nether regions throbbed. That alone should have me fleeing the
apartment like it was on fire. Only, it was me who was on fire. Damn it, Tressa. Get your mind out of the
gutter.
"Tressa,
you okay?" Trent asked.
I
whirled around at the sound of my name. He was dressed, which was
disappointing. No, wait. I was relieved. Definitely relieved. Holy monkey
balls, my brain was officially broken.
Now
would be the opportune time to use the drunken excuse, or even that I was
abducted by aliens. He was a man of science. He would definitely buy the alien
story. "I’m
fine, just trying to warm up," I said, taking a deep breath. I was still
feeling pretty hot and bothered, but that was for me to know.
"Oh.
Let me turn the heat up," he offered.
Little
did he know he’d
already done that.
"I
was working out earlier, so I kicked the heat down. I hate being hot while I’m lifting weights."
Too late for that.
Seriously, I needed to be euthanized. My brain was a total traitor.
"Right,"
I muttered. "I hate being hot too." God, I still sounded like a
blabbering idiot.
About Tiffany King:
USA Today Bestselling author Tiffany King is a lifelong
reading fanatic who is now living her dream as a writer, weaving Young Adult
and New Adult romance tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and
two wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her addictions
include: Her iPhone and iPad, chocolate, Diet Coke, chocolate, Harry Potter,
chocolate, zombies and her favorite TV shows. Want to know what they are? Just
ask.
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