Where Bad Girls Go to Fall (Good Girls #2) by Holly Renee


Nothing good came from listening to my heart. 

It was careless and irrational and became way too invested when I read a romance novel. 

So I put her under lock and key. 

I only had a few rules, and I always stuck with them. 

1. Never get attached. 

2. Always run before the feels become contagious. 

3. No matter what, under no circumstances, never fall in love. 

He was a playboy who ran by the same set of rules. 

What we had together was fun, it was hot, and it was temporary. 

Until he screwed everything up. 

We were never meant to be each other's happily ever after, but the harder I tried to push him away, the further I fell.

ellie's $0.02:

I have a few words to say first:


That should read as a scene of a tattoo leading to fucking. Wow.  I mean if sex leads to tattoo ink all over the place, that's a SOLID WIN in my book and brain. But now I feel kinda weird when I get my next tattoo... 

This is just an awesomely good book about a bad girl that fell on Mason's penis. It's awesomely fun, fast, and easy.  Like a prostitute.  In a complimentary way.  You could call Staci Johnson (that's your heroine in this story) selfish and frustrating.  However, I just see her as living her life.  While Mason is manwhoring it up.  To each their own.

This book is so good it hurts my heart.  To say I loved it is like eating mild salsa. I'm stuck on which Holly Renee book is my favorite.  So I'm going with I love the author as a whole.

“Are we going to cuddle?” My whisper broke the silence.
“No.” She laughed. “You don’t cuddle at sleepovers.”
“Well shit. Me and Parker were completely doing this sleepover thing wrong.”




Thank you, Holly, for giving us fun characters, a highly entertaining book, fun writing style, steamy sex, and a tattoo artist... oh and a manwhore.  In return, I bless you with the Mason muse, check Davey Fisher out on Instagram.  I swear to God, Mason probably would talk like him and have the same mannerisms.