Contradictions (Woodfalls Girls #3)
by Tiffany King
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 . . .
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.
I fell in love with Tressa in No Attachments and have been on pins and needles waiting for Contradictions ever since. Before kids and marriage settled me down I was a lot like Tressa. Always partying and not caring about much else, so I was really excited to see how her story would play out, and Ms. King did not disappoint!
I'm not going to lie, at first I was really worried about the whole book being in Tressa's POV. I don't always need dual POV but for some reason when it comes to new adult I feel like I'm missing something if I can't get inside the heroes head. But once I was a few chapters in, I realized that Contradictions was so much more than your typical NA romance.
Tressa is doing what she always does... Partying and living it up... When a college party takes a horrible turn. Not that she's responsible, but she feels a lot of guilt over what happened and decides that she doesn't want to be the party girl anymore.
When she's put on academic probation and starts tutoring with Trent, is when she really starts to change her ways. Trent has been in love with Tressa for years and while she always thought he was just some nerdy kid she went to high school with, she starts to see him in a different light once they start spending more time together.
While there was definitely romance in Contradictions, it wasn't your typical angsty new adult romance. It's more about Tressa becoming the person she was meant to be while learning to navigate her feelings for Trent and dealing with the guilt over what happened at the party.
Overall, Contradictions was the perfect ending to the Woodfalls Girls series and I can't wait to see what Tiffany King has in store for us next.
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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