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BOOK TITLE: Sex in the Title
GENRE: Romantic Comedy
RELEASE DATE: October 21, 2013
HOSTED BY: A Dirty Book Affair


Amazon (US) Paperback Link: Sex in the Title: a Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC (back when phones weren't so smart)

Amazon (UK) Link: Sex in the Title - a Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC (back when phones weren't so smart)

Amazon (UK) Paperback Link;Sex in the Title: a Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC (back when phones weren't so smart)



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SYNOPSIS:
New York City, May 2000. The Internet bubble has burst, and Evan's boss fires him with an email. The next day, his girlfriend dumps him, also via email. Afraid to check any more emails, Evan desperately seeks a rebound romance but the catastrophes that ensue go from bad to hilariously worse. Fortunately, Evan meets someone whose legendary disasters with females eclipse even his own.
To reverse their fortunes, they recruit their friends into a group of five guys who take on Manhattan in pursuit of dates, sex, and adventure. With musings about life, relationships, and human psychology, this quintessential New York story about the search for happiness follows five men on their comical paths to trouble, self-discovery, and love.
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EXCERPT:

“So what’s the body count?”
“The body count?”
“You know: how many women have you slept with in your twenty-nine years?”
Evan wasn’t sure whether to overstate the number to look sexually impressive to a soft porn star, or whether to understate the number to look less promiscuous and more like the responsible, clean cut, solid-boyfriend type. Since he still hadn’t quite figured out what Tina was looking for or who she really was, he decided just to tell the truth.
“I’ve been with about sixty-seven women.”
“What do you mean ‘about sixty-seven?’ You say ‘about sixty’ or ‘about seventy.’ But not ‘about sixty-seven.’ You’re obviously keeping track.” Tina looked amused at another opportunity to toy with Evan.
“All right. You got me,” Evan conceded. “I’ve been with precisely sixty-seven women.”
“Unless, of course, you said ‘about’ because the total depends on how you define ‘being with a woman.’ For example, if you just got a blowjob and nothing else then maybe you don’t count that.”
“OK. To be more precise, I’ve had sexual intercourse with sixty-seven women.”
“All right, so then you’ve probably been with many more women than sixty-seven?”
“Yeah. But I don’t keep track of those.” Evan suddenly wondered why he didn’t bother to keep track of anything but consummation.
“I see…So when did you get started on these sixty-seven women?”
“You mean, how old was I when I lost my virginity?”
“Yes.”
“Twenty.”
“So you’ve slept with sixty-seven women in just nine years.”
“Well, actually I’ve had six serious relationships that together took up about two years.”
“Serious? Let’s see…Six serious relationships in two years…So each one lasted an average of four months. You call that serious?”
“Well, it was an intense four months. And I wasn’t seeing anyone else. You know, that’s kind of a big deal in New York,” he added ironically. “Dating someone exclusively for four months in New York is like four years in Anchorage.”
Tina chuckled at Evan’s joke. “All right, so not counting the serious relationships, you’ve slept with...” She crunched some numbers in her head. “You’ve slept with sixty-one women in just seven years…That’s an average of almost nine per year…A new woman every forty days.” Tina seemed impressed, which suddenly made Evan feel rather promiscuous.
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REVIEW:


What a hilarious combination of male shenanigans! This book was unquestionably stimulating to all the senses. Once I heard that this book was a Rom Com that was the male equivalent of Sex and the City, I was immediately intrigued. I still wasn't sure what to expect from this book, but was thoroughly entertained. Having the male perspective on the dating scene and women in general was quite enlightening. This group of guys were a comical international feast, providing us with priceless tales of their failed attempts with the female species. I had no idea guys could be just as, if not more, complicated than women. Just when I thought that the stories couldn't get any crazier, I was launched into a disastrous and quite unsavory encounter with a hooker that led to hospitalization. This was one of my favorite parts and threw me into a knee-slapping fit of laughter.  I actually loved the fact that it was set in the late 90's to early 00's. Reading about how they exchanged emails and pager numbers was a refreshing step into the past, where people actually had to wait to get home to check their messages. In fact last year on April 30, 2013, was the "future date" that Matry McFly from Back to the Future, traveled to in his DeLorean. Where are our hover boards? (Just a random nerdy fact).

"Evan carefully inserted Brandy's big toe into his mouth and began bobbing up and down on her big toe, wondering whether a blowjob was worth a toe job...As his head moved up and down on her big toe, he began to concentrate on its somewhat calloused texture, and then noticed that it tasted like a blend of shoe sweat, leather, nail polish, and cheap perfume."

I think that Evan had to be my favorite from the hodgepodge of fellas. He went from dropping his pants in public at a bar to prove his man hood, to getting a verbal Samoan beat down by his ex-girlfiend's current boyfriend after trying to receive a "charity fuck", to a horrible incident with a hooker that led to him being held at "blow point"; all in one night. If all that wasn't enough to make him a hot mess, he was also obsessed with the idea he was going to marry his dream girl, who happens to be a starlet, which he made an incredibly embarrassing first impression with. His obsession was both amusing and bordering on creeper status. He was a really nice guy who held strong morals for respecting women when it came to the prostitution and pornography world. I rooted for him the whole time, despite his stalker tendencies and initial womanizing ways.

"So how many people are there who have some Czech blood, speak Czech, have an interest in working for Hollywood, and studied some political science at Brown College? You can't deny that Delilah and I are in a very small class of people, with similar experiences, values, and interests...We were meant to be together...We're soul mates." -Evan

Sammy, aka Heeb and Carlos, aka Lucky Chucky, were comical opposites, yet an endearing couple of friends. There relationship was a hoot to read about. Carlos was a devastatingly good looking Latin man who could have any girl he wanted. He had an incredibly long and detailed list of criteria that a woman had to posses in order for him to even give her a second glance. Because of this crazy long list, he was still a virgin, but was relentless in his pursuits...he wasn't just going to give it up to anyone. (He was also germaphobic...the cherry on top of the crazy sundae.) Sammy and Carlos become friends while being roommates at Harvard. Sammy was a short, blading, Jew with low self esteem. Carlos helped him find his inner "Kojak" in order to help his confidence with the ladies. Unfortunately, after college, Sammy had his unfair share of love blunders. Carlos on the other hand, finally began to believe in his Lucky Chucky nickname when he moves to New York.

"Well you're wrong, Heeb. Because Kojak knows that he did them a favor that they are all eternally grateful for. A favor they'll forever remember and be influenced by."

"Only if Kojak were on crack."

"Wrong! Kojak wouldn't need crack because he wouldn't care about her reaction. Why? Because she's the one who should be trembling at the thought of being spoken to by the almighty Kojak."

Yi Wang, aka Narc, was a highly intelligent Asian American who's goal was to break from the stereotypical Asian mold. He did this by hanging with the hip hop kids and playing basketball. His "ghetto boo" talk was side-splittingly hilarious. While in college he became a ladies man who was addicted to porn. While in law school, he met Trevor, a tall British male specimen from African decent. Narc drowned in a job at a law firm that he despised. In the meantime, Trevor struggled to find his dream woman, until he met Charlene. His perfect girl seems to have come with a few surprises.  Once Trevor realizes Charlene's unexpected secrets, his life gets turned upside down. Narc eventually has a fall out with Evan over his ongoing hatred for his job.

"You're so full of it, Evan! You're dealing with them as people only so that you can ultimately deal with them as sex objects."

"No. I'm dealing with them as people only so that we can deal with each other as sex objects. It's mutual exploitation. Whereas with porn you're just exploiting them."

"They're exploiting my fuckin' pocketbook, Evan! They're profiting from my masturbation, so it's mutual exploitation."

Evan, Narc, and Trevor were all connected through being college roommates at one point. Carlos and Sammy were connected from going to college together as well. I was just waiting for the moment that they all came together. The "incident" that ended up connecting the two groups was again surprising and had me busting at the seams. They formed their man posse shortly afterwards. It was mainly formed to help out Sammy in his time is distress. These guys had some really insightful ideas and observations on women. They came up with all kinds of crazy theories from a numeric rating system called SQ (Sexual Quotient), to the fellowship of the schlong.  This story shows the ups and downs of dating, where you realize that dating is like an American Idol audition...everyone is just looking for their golden ticket. I loved all of it in its entirety. Each guy had their own quirkiness and journey. I thought it was a refreshing, intelligent, and observant tale of relationships and society in general from the male perspective. Zack Love is one witty, sharp, talented writer. I actually enjoyed the way he ended the story as well. He left plenty of openings with Evan and Narc in particular, for another book...so I except a book entitled, "Sex in the Sequel" sometime in the future!

4.5  out of 5 Original, Stimulating, Priceless Stars! 

 




AUTHOR LOW DOWN:

Zack Love graduated from Harvard College, where he tried to create a bachelor’s degree in Women. With the bachelor portion of that degree in hand, he settled in New York City but – to afford renting his bed-sized studio – found himself flirting mostly with a computer screen and stacks of documents. Determined not to die a corporate drone, Zack decided to sacrifice sleep for screenwriting, an active social life, and Internet startups offering temporary billion-dollar fantasies.
To feed his steady diet of NYC nightlife, he regularly crashed VIP parties in the early 2000s and twice bumped into his burgeoning crush, a Hollywood starlet. But – much to Zack’s surprise – neither of those awkward conversations led to marriage with the A-list actress. Zack eventually consoled himself by imagining fiascoes far worse than those involving his celebrity crush. In the process, he dreamed up a motley gang of five men inspired by some of his college friends and quirky work colleagues. And thus was born Sex in the Title. But the novel is not autobiographical: Zack never had his third leg attacked by any mammal (nor by any plant, for that matter). In fact, keeping his member safe has been one of Zack’s lifelong goals – and one of the few that he’s managed to accomplish.
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