Stella’s not really interested in relationships, but when a jerk recommends that she take lessons in intimacy an idea takes shape. Enter Michael Phan, a professional escort, who is more than willing to help Stella learn. Here’s our review of The Kiss Quotient!
I adored The Kiss Quotient so much! It’s happy, adorable, heartfelt, and genuine. Not to mention super hot.
Stella is autistic and doesn’t do well with physical contact. This makes relationships hard for her. Her mother wants Stella to meet a man and give her grandchildren, though, so Stella feels like she needs to make an effort before her mom tries to set her up again.
After a brief (asshole-ish) encounter with the man she likes at work, Stella wonders if she should take his advice and take lessons in intimacy. After she googles escort services, she decides on the perfect candidate, Michael Phan.
Michael has his own secrets, though. His family means absolutely everything to him, and he’ll do anything to make sure that they’re taken care of. In the process of his relationship with Stella, though, he realizes that maybe it’s not a business transaction after all, and maybe he’s breaking the biggest rule escorts have: falling for his client.
The Kiss Quotient has such heart. It’s really beautiful how these two characters grow together in the story. Stella and Michael match each other perfectly, and The Kiss Quotient explores what a romance is like when two people dive headfirst into a romance.
Granted, there are obsticles in their way. Stella masks her autism and doesn’t share her anxieties. Her greatest love is numbers. Michael keeps his past tightly locked behind him and keeps Stella in the dark. They both work under the assumption that this is a business arrangement, but soon it becomes more.
The chemistry between the two is on fire.
“I think you like it when I talk dirty to you,” he whispered.
She shook her head frantically. “It’s embarassing.”
“Your pussy doesn’t think so. You’re milking my fingers, Stella.”
She clenched harder in response and arched her hips against his hand, driving him deeper.
“It’s y-your fingers. I love when you touch me.”
“I think it’s the words.”
“Look at you getting weak in the knees for me. So hot, Stella.”
He captured her lips and stroked his tongue into her mouth. When he pulled her hips flush against his arousal, heat arrowed through her body and made her toes curl.
And I never knew that I wanted to read about a hero who was also a clothing designer, but Michael making clothes for Stella has me shook.
“I’m happy with the fit. My hands knew the size of you.”
Michael’s family is incredible, and a lovely addition to the novel. I wanted to be there at his mom’s home for dinner! There is some drama, but don’t worry, everything works out in the end. Michael and Stella just fit.
All in all, this is a wonderful book, and you need to one-click it now! If you’re TBR is long, add it to your summer reading list. The second novel in the series, The Bride Test will be out in January and I won’t be missing it either! It’s a spin-off featuring side characters from this novel.
Take a look at the excerpt and book trailer below!
“You’ve watched Pretty Woman too many times. Kissing doesn’t mean anything, and it’s always best if you’re not thinking too much in bed. Trust me,” he said.
Her mouth thinned into a stubborn line. “This is too important for me not to think. I’d rather not kiss anymore if you don’t mind.”
Michael’s irritation redoubled, and he forced his hands to relax before he popped all his blood vessels. How the hell had he gotten himself into this? Ah yes, he’d been worried about his escort colleagues taking advantage of her. Stupid of him. His life was complicated enough without worrying about his clients. This was exactly why he had the one-session policy.
He would have backed out—it was tempting—but he’d promised. He always carried through on his promises. It was his way of balancing out the universe. His dad had broken enough promises for the both of them.
“All right,” he made himself say. “No kissing.”
“Do the other plans look okay?” she asked.
He forced himself to read them and found them pretty similar, only she’d moved from hand jobs to blowjobs and changed the sexual positions.
Amused despite himself, he said, “I’m surprised you used the terms ‘doggy style’ and ‘cow girl.’”
Her cheeks went bright red, and she adjusted her glasses. “I’m inexperienced, not clueless.”
“Your plans are missing something important.” He held his hand out, and she placed the pen in his palm with wary motions.
She tilted her head to the side as she watched him write FOREPLAY at the top of all the plans in capital letters. As an afterthought, he drew a box in front of each iteration with hard stabs of the pen.
“But why? I was under the impression men don’t need it.”
“You do,” he said flatly.
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “You don’t have to bother with me.”
He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not a bother. Most men like foreplay. I do. Getting a woman hot is satisfying as hell.” Besides, he was not having sex with her if she wasn’t ready. No fucking way.
Swallowing, she stared down at the menu. “So you’re saying I don’t have a chance to improve.”
“What? No.” His mind scrambled to figure out why she might say that and came up with nothing.
“You saw how I reacted. It was one button.”
“And then you slept with me all night. You were basically naked, and you cling.”
“Are you two ready to order?” the waitress interjected. Judging by the amused glimmer in her eyes, she’d caught the last part of their conversation.
Stella perused the dinner options, her nails picking at the fabric edging of the menu.
“We’ll have the special,” Michael said.
“Wise choice. I’ll leave you to it.” The waitress winked, gathered the menus, and disappeared.
“What’s the special?” Stella asked.
“I have no idea. Let’s hope it’s not woolly.”
A troubled frown bracketed her mouth, and she leaned forward hesitantly, meeting his eyes for the briefest second. “What exactly do you mean by ‘cling?’”
Michael grinned. “It means you like to cuddle when you’re asleep.”
She looked so horrified Michael couldn’t help laughing. “I confess to liking it.” Which was the truth, and unlike him. Cuddling was an obligatory thing he did for his clients because he understood they needed it. He usually spent the time counting the seconds until he could leave and go home to shower. Holding Stella had been nothing like that. They hadn’t had sex, so there’d been nothing to wash away, and the trusting way she’d curled into him had made him feel things he didn’t want to think about.