|I have mixed feelings about this book. Did I like it? Yes. Did I like it a lot? No. It isn’t a bad book, but there is really no substance to it. It is short, which is okay, but My Personal Bad Boy is essentially just 100 pages or so of sex. Just sex. Kinky, crazy, not at all what I expected sex, but still sex nonetheless.
Nicole, who goes by Nic, just up and decides she lives a boring life and needs to break out of her shell. She places a crazy a^& personal ad. Seriously. A personal ad. She gets a few answers but mostly from creeps and then she gets one that intrigues her. This guy says he can make her a bad girl, so she blindly follows directions to his house and I won’t even tell you anymore, because it is honestly too crazy to give away. You will have to read and decide for yourself how you feel about it. I’m not a prude by any means, but Nic is seriously reckless.
There is no declaration of love. There is no romance whatsoever. So, if that is what you are looking for then this is not the book for you. This is a read alone, fan yourself book that you might just want to read one-handed.