The first night after Caroline moves into her fantastic new San Francisco apartment, she realizes she’s gaining an - um - intimate knowledge of her new neighbor’s nocturnal adventures. Thanks to paper-thin walls and the guy’s athletic prowess, she can hear not just his bed banging against the wall but the ecstatic response of what seems (as loud night after loud night goes by) like an endless parade of women. And since Caroline is currently on a self-imposed "dating hiatus," and her neighbor is clearly lethally attractive to women, she finds her fantasies keep her awake even longer than the noise. So when the wallbanging threatens to literally bounce her out of bed, Caroline, clad in sexual frustration and a pink baby-doll nightie, confronts Simon Parker, her heard-but-never-seen neighbor. The tension between them is as thick as the walls are thin, and the results just as mixed. Suddenly, Caroline is finding she may have discovered a whole new definition of neighborly....
In a delicious mix of silly and steamy, Alice Clayton dishes out a hot and hilarious tale of exasperation at first sight...
I don’t usually jump on books that are so hyped up as Wallbanger has been. I like to let them settle for a while before I give them a try. I kept seeing other bloggers say it was a must read. That it was funny. I was in the mood for a funny contemporary so I decided to listen to Wallbanger.
I thought that Wallbanger was going to be a hard-core erotic romance but it’s not and I was glad it wasn’t. I loved that Caroline and Simon didn’t sleep together until about ¾ of the way into the book. They don’t have an instant-a-love which is really refreshing. Sure there’s an instant-a-lust but they don’t give into it. They become friends then lovers.
Caroline and her group of friends reminded me of a younger Carrie Bradshaw and her gal pals from Sex and the City. They have dating wows that is just plain funny. They have each other’s backs and are quick to “bitch” each other out. They find themselves in a unique place where they are all single at the same time. But poor Caroline has taken herself off the market after losing her “O”. That’s right she’s missing her “O” as in orgasm. And how did she loose it? The last time she had sex was with a guy she calls the machine gun fucker. You know the kind that bang-bang bangs you. Which reminded me of the episode where Carrie (Sex and the City) has sex with the “jack rabbit”. LOL
The way Caroline goes on and on about her missing “O” liked it’s a person and it’s her best friend was so funny. Yeah it sounds cheesy but it really worked the way Alice Clayton wrote it.
So what’s the worst thing ever for a gal that’s lost her “O”? A neighbor that is hanging out “Os” to what seems like a different woman every night right next door. How does Caroline know what her neighbor is up to every night? The apartment walls are really thin. And that’s also how she knows her neighbor’s name is Simon without even meeting him.
Apparently Simon is a god in bed because Caroline hears the women’s screams, giggles and meows. That’s right MEOWS.
I woke up faster this time, because I knew what I was hearing. I sat up in bed, glaring behind me. The bed was still pulled safely away from the wall, so I felt no movement, but there was sure as hell something moving over there.
Then I heard… hissing?
I looked down at Clive, whose tail was at full puff. He arched his back and paced back and forth at the foot of the bed.
“Hey, mister. It’s cool. We just got a noisy neighbor, that’s all,” I soothed, stretching my hand out to him. That’s when I heard it.
I cocked my head sideways, listening more intently. I studied Clive, who looked back as if to say, “T’weren’t me.”
“Meow! Oh, God. Me-yow!”
The girl next door was meowing. What in the world was my neighbor packing to make that happen?
“Oooh yes, just like that, Simon….Mmmm…meow, meow, meow!”
Clive is Caroline’s male cat and the meowing drives him nuts which just adds to the funniness of the situation.
Heather Smith’s narration of Wallbanger adds to the craziness. She does a really good job with Caroline and her inner monologue. Like so many female narrators she wasn’t masculine enough with the guys but still did a good enough job with them. Her narration of “giggles” was really funny. And she did a great job with the few characters that had foreign accents. Smith is definitely suited for Clayton’s writing.
Between Alice Clayton’s writing and Heather Smith’s performance you get a great romance with funny dialogue, engaging characters and one saucy kitty. I already have the next book; Rusty Nailed loaded on my phone to listen to. I can’t wait to see what Simon and Caroline are up to next.
Novelist Alice Clayton makes her home in St. Louis where she enjoys gardening but not weeding, baking but not cleaning up after, and is trying desperately to get her long-time boyfriend to make her an honest woman–and please buy her a Bernese Mountain dog.
After working for years in the cosmetics industry as a makeup artist, esthetician, and educator, Alice picked up a pen (read laptop) for the first time at 33 to begin a new career: author. Having never written anything longer than a grocery list, she soon found writing to be the creative outlet she’d been missing since walking away from the theater 10 years before.
She has a great time combining her love of storytelling with a sense of silly, and she was shocked and awed to be nominated for a Goodreads Author award in 2010 for her debut novels, the first two installments of The Redhead Series–The Unidentified Redhead and The Redhead Revealed. Her latest novel Wallbanger is a return to her trademark comedic erotica, or funny smut, that Alice has become known for.
Additionally, Alice loves spending time with her besties on Not Your Mother’s Podcast (check them out on iTunes) and has recently partnered with actor Greg Grunberg, blogger Brittany Gibbons, and actress Keili Lefkovitz on a new travel show that will begin filming in January.
Alice enjoys pickles, Bloody Marys, eight hours of sleep and a good pounding.