Review: Wallbanger by Alice Clayton

Format: E-bookwallbanger
Read with: Kindle/iBooks for iPad
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Cocktail, #1
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Hero: Simon Parker
Heroine: Caroline Reynolds
Sensuality: 3.5
Date of Publication: November 27, 2012
Started On: November 24, 2014
Finished On: December 1, 2014

Wallbanger is book 1 in the Cocktail series by Alice Clayton and my very first read from Ms. Clayton as well. This has been a novel sitting in my TBR pile for quite a while now. I picked this up due to the very intriguing opening chapter, and of course a book entitled Wallbanger promising dirty sex of the wall banging variety is too much for this girl to resist.

Caroline Reynolds is a successful interior designer, who moves to her new apartment with beautiful spacious rooms when at 2:37 a.m. of the first night she is awoken by her neighbor who seems quite adept at making enough noise with sex of the wall banging variety. And if the sounds emanating from his partner is anything to judge his prowess by, Caroline knows her neighbor is one skilled lover. Three nights in a row with three different women plus Caroline’s dry spell since a disastrous one night stand had left her with an inability to achieve orgasms, Caroline finds her lack of sleep coupled with lack of “O” to be too much. The resulting confrontation with Simon the “Wallbanger” leaves her more hot and bothered than she would admit and it seems like where they are concerned, both Simon and Caroline seems to dislike each other equally intensely.

Written in first person from Caroline’s point of view, Wallbanger tells the story of Caroline and her friends who all manage to find their happily ever after before the story is through. Caroline has the toughest time with finding hers, mainly because she doesn’t want to be part of Simon’s three women harem. However, Simon surprises her in more ways than one as Caroline gets to know her neighbor whose career as a freelance photographer takes him globetrotting all over the world. Sexual attraction of the kind that is hard to deny coupled with mutual respect and like for each other takes a heady turn at a getaway with less then stellar results and Caroline is more than ready to give up when Simon proves to her once again that when it comes to her Wallbanger, she has misjudged him, yet again.

Wallbanger is a story that any romance reader who loves humor, top notch sexy and a hero who is so hot that you would want one for yourself would all adore! The humor intricately woven into the story was so so good, warranting spurts of giggles all throughout and uncontrollable laughter every now and then. There’s so much to be said for witty banter & characters whose sense of humor makes them appealing on so many different levels. With Wallbanger, every single facet of the main & secondary characters lends that wholesome edge to the story, giving readers a hilarity filled wild ride and that I was definitely wowed over with.

There’s no way any heterosexual woman can read about Simon and not be affected by him, even be it for just the teensiest bit. With baby blues, dark hair and defined biceps, Simon is a hero that would make you sweat the good sweat, just by walking into a room! Clayton’s remarkable job in breathing Simon to life is one that will captivate readers and I certainly had my share of being enthralled and more as Simon continued to bang his way through the walls and straight into my heart.

Caroline’s frustration with her elusive ‘O’ was one well portrayed. I have read only two books to date where the heroine has a tough time achieving an orgasm through sexual stimulation. Sarah Mayberry’s Satisfaction was my first and the Wallbanger being my second, I’d have to say both books do a splendid job out of bringing the frustration, anger and the whole range of emotions that go along with such a circumstance. And when finally the ‘O’ did come calling? Man, I’d have to say that was one of the most explosive & moving sex scenes I’ve read of late.

I liked the fact that Simon wanted things to be different with Caroline. When it came to her, nothing but the slowest and best form of wooing made him feel like they could work. And I’m more than glad that Simon took the chance with Caroline, even with his misgivings on whether he could make a solid relationship work given his fears about the effect his globetrotting ways could have on a relationship. To experience Simon alone, Wallbanger is worth a read!

The only aspect that I felt the story lacked was not seeing Simon’s thoughts from his point of view. But I’d have to say that the author did a fairly good job in providing just enough of other character viewpoints through interesting text messages and even laying down the thoughts at certain critical points in the story. This is part of the reason why I don’t feel that enamored with stories written in the first person, something authors are tending to opt for more often than I would like these days. Even with that tiny bit of problem I had, Wallbanger is a novel that definitely packs a punch!

Final Verdict: Dare you to read Simon without wanting a Wallbanger of your very own! Recommended!

Favorite Quotes

“Why are you such a manwhoring asshole?” I asked, my face inches from his.
“Why are you such a cockblocking priss?” he asked, and when I opened my mouth to tell him exactly what I thought, the fucker kissed me.
Kissed me.
Placed his lips on mine and kissed me. Under the moon and the stars, with the sounds of the waves crashing and the crickets cricketing. My eyes were still open, furiously looking back into his. His eyes were so blue, it was like looking at two angry oceans.

“Come into my Tahoe, Simon,” I mumbled incoherently into his mouth.
He paused. “Caroline, come into your what? Oh, God,” he managed, as I pushed us off the side of the hot tub and vaulted us across the water, emptying half of its contents onto the deck and the other half sloshing us around like it was high tide. He slammed me into the opposite wall, pushing me up against the bench and rewrapping my legs around his waist, as I gamely pushed my mouth back onto his, unwilling to let go of him.

“You…are…a mad woman,” he panted, his hands looping underneath my arms and curling around the tops of my shoulders, keeping me firmly against the side while I dug my heels into his backside, nudging him to exactly where I needed him. He closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip, an animalistic growl sounding low in his throat as I launched my second wave of the Lower Caroline- commanded attack.

I turned around, and my tummy actually fluttered at the sight of him. It freaking fluttered. I pressed my hand against his chest, feeling the strength there and the warmth of his skin through the cotton. Reason waved bye- bye, and this was now purely physical. An itch that needed to be scratched, scratched, and then scratched again. I slid my hand up around the back of his neck, and pulled him down to me. My lips crashed against his, my intense need for him pouring into his mouth and down to the tips of my toes.

Feeling him getting harder by the second under my fingertips, suddenly all I wanted, all I needed, all I had to have to function in life, was him. In my mouth.
“Hey, Nightie Girl, what are you— oh God— ”
Moving instinctively, I snapped open his jeans, dropped to my knees before him, and brought him forth. My pulse raced, and I think my blood actually boiled within me as I saw him. My breath drew in with a hiss as I regarded him, faded jeans pushed down just enough to frame this luminous sight.
Simon does commando. God bless America.

He laid me back across the table as I grinned up at him. My foot hit the flour sifter and sent it crashing to the floor, dusting us thoroughly in the process. Simon’s hair looked like a biscuit, powdery and puffy. I coughed and a plume of flour came out, making Simon laugh out loud. The laughing stopped when I reached down for him, finding him hard, yet still covered in denim. He groaned, my favorite sound in the world.
“Fuck, Caroline, I love your hands on me,” he said through his teeth, dipping his mouth to my neck and leaving a trail of white- hot kisses across my skin.

He grasped my hands and brought them above my head to the headboard.
“You’re gonna wanna hold on for this,” he whispered and threw one of my legs up over his shoulder as he altered his hips.
“Simon!” I shrieked, feeling my body begin to spasm. His eyes, those damnable blue eyes, bore into mine as I shook around him.
He called out my name, and no one else’s.

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