Today’s mini challenge is called Book Valentine. For this challenge we’re going to write a love letter to our book boyfriend(s)/girlfriend(s)! This is gonna be exciting.
Drew Evans is the male protagonist from Tangled by Emma Chase and I’m going to write him a letter! This should be exciting!
Drew Evans is a winner. Handsome and arrogant, he makes multimillion dollar business deals and seduces New York’s most beautiful women with just a smile. He has loyal friends and an indulgent family. So why has he been shuttered in his apartment for seven days, miserable and depressed?
He’ll tell you he has the flu.
But we all know that’s not really true.
Katherine Brooks is brilliant, beautiful and ambitious. She refuses to let anything – or anyone – derail her path to success. When Kate is hired as the new associate at Drew’s father’s investment banking firm, every aspect of the dashing playboy’s life is thrown into a tailspin. The professional competition she brings is unnerving, his attraction to her is distracting, his failure to entice her into his bed is exasperating.
Then, just when Drew is on the cusp of having everything he wants, his overblown confidence threatens to ruin it all. Will he be able untangle his feelings of lust and tenderness, frustration and fulfillment? Will he rise to the most important challenge of his life?
Can Drew Evans win at love?
Tangled is not your mother’s romance novel. It is an outrageous, passionate, witty narrative about a man who knows a lot about women…just not as much as he thinks he knows. As he tells his story, Drew learns the one thing he never wanted in life, is the only thing he can’t live without.
Chase captured the way men think and I enjoyed every bit of Drew’s narration. And it was interesting to know that Drew thinks of romance as soft porn. That made me laugh out loud.
I’m not going to inflate your already incredibly huge ego by swooning in this letter. However, please know that I really like you. I hope Kate doesn’t get jealous.
You should know that I really admire you—and no it’s not entirely because of your extremely good looks, smoking hot body and irresistible charm, although that’s partially the reason. We both know you’re a bit of an asshole (no make that a lot!). A self-centered bastard and a player. And don’t look so indignant, you said it yourself. I know most people only see you this way but there’s actually some goodness hidden inside of you (who knew, right?).
You’re actually pretty good when it comes to your work. I like the fact that you always work hard and don’t slack off. I really like go-getters like you. You also helped me understand how guys think. Your use of swear words would probably make a sailor blush and you don’t sugarcoat shit but I guess that’s part of your charm because I find it sexy. (Oh crap I’m drooling all over the keyboard.)
I admire your philosophy in life:
I am all about self-determination. Will. Control. I determine my path in life. I decide my failures and successes. Screw fate. Destiny can kiss my ass. If I want something badly enough, I can have it. If I focus, sacrifice, there is nothing I can’t do.
Take chances. Don’t be afraid to lay it on the line. Even if you’re happy. Even if you think life is freaking perfect.
Definitely gonna remember that for future use.
You are a bit of an idiot sometimes. You always think you know everything, including us women. The thing is, you do not. Isn’t this the reason why you almost lost Kate? Because you assumed you, like most men, assume you already had us, women, all figured out.
No matter how smart you are, no matter how high your IQ is, you’ll never understand us. Never argue with a woman because we will fuck all logic and manage to ALWAYS put the blame on you. Always.
No matter how jealous I am of Kate for finding a man like you, I want you to know that I am happy for both of you and it was a delight to watch your relationship grow and prosper. Kate is a pretty great woman, one that I really adore and look up to. You are a luck man to have her.
I think I did a pretty good job stroking your ego so I’m going to end it here or I might start swooning at your hotness right this instant.