The Handcuffs & Happily Ever Afters series from Robyn Peterman is hilarious. If you like outlandish contemporary comedies, with no subject too crass to mention. You do, however, have to be comfortable with lots of (possibly) offensive epithets, absolutely lots of abominable dirty language, with loads and loads of slang slinging around.
As you may guess from the title, this series is about romance, and I love the way the series links in common characters from the previous books. So, this is not a series where the prior books are needed in order to enjoy this merry series.
If you like something a bit different, loads of comic moments that just keep going, then these books are for you.
Here is one of my reviews from Goodreads.com:
This novel is a work of sheer comic genius. I figured I’d put it down at about midnight, when I finished, it was 3:42am. I realise this book won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but for me it was the epitome of hilarious.
I smirked, snickered, sniggered, chortled, guffawed, hooted and cried. It started out a little slow for about the first 8 or 9 pages, and then we hit lift-off.
The characters were varied from charming to the embodied definition of nasty, and both the humour and drama achieved precisely what they were geared to do, keeping the book entertaining and balanced. It demonstrated the ability of people to soldier on in the face of adversity to overcome their human frailty with the support of friends and those who truly love them.
This work launched me off to another galaxy dropping me off at Planet Hysteria. I found it a sublime concoction and look forward to reading more Robyn Peterman.
Personally my favourite adjective for a nasty slut or vicious cow is: bush pig. (Not sure whether this term is purely Australian, or has come from somewhere else.)
My favourite terms for a males' willy would be: ‘rod and tackle’ and my particular favourite the ‘one eyed trouser snake’.
Here is the official Goodreads blurb:
HOW HARD CAN IT BE?
One happy ending coming right up…
What happens when an accountant decides to grab life by the horns and try something new? Apparently a pirate named Dave, a lot of pastel fleece, and blackmail—just to start with…
Visualize and succeed, Oprah said. I was sure as hell trying, even if my campaign to score a job as the local weather girl had ended in a restraining order. Okay, TV was not my strength. But a lack of talent has never stopped me before. Which is why I’ve embarked on a writing career. I mean, how hard can it be to come up with a sexy romance?
Leave it to me to wind up in a group of grandmotherly porno writers who discuss sex toys and apple cobbler in the same breath. Also leave it to me to leak an outlandish plot idea to a bestselling author with the morals of a rabid squirrel. And only I could get arrested for a jewelry heist I didn’t commit—by a hunky cop whose handcuffs just might tempt me to sign up for a life of crime. Maybe I’ve found my calling after all…