Crazy Good by Rachel Robinson

Windsor is just a spunky girl, "I don't want it to be anything. It is rude not to introduce yourself. After all, you've already offered the rental of your mouth and/or di** for the night without even telling me your name," she says, grimacing. Damn. She reads between the lines better than I thought." I think I enjoyed Maverick's thoughts more than Windsor's, "what. The. Eff. This particular ramble enlightened me, that's for damn sure. I narrow my eyes. "When did you want a one night stand?" I ask." A drunk Maverick is a talkative, interesting Maverick, "depending on what?" I ask again. She rolls her eyes. It's infuriating because I see how much she's hiding even in my pi** drunk state. "This again? I thought you got over this. If you want it, say you want it. You know what? Just effing take it, Windsor. Take it. Take it all." I loved Maverick's sense of humor, "Maverick's shirtless, sweaty chest makes it's way into my line of vision. He leans over and says, "you'r going to do what with me in a trash can? And the barefoot baby is going to join us? Don't effing tease me, Win baby. Give it to me straight." Over all this book was okay, I didn't hate it but I wasn't in love with it.