Author: Erin McCarthy
When Rory Macintosh’s roommates find out that their studious and shy friend has never been with a guy, they decide that, as an act of kindness they’ll help her lose her virginity by hiring confident, tattooed bad boy Tyler Mann to do the job…unbeknownst to Rory.
Tyler knows he’s not good enough for Rory. She’s smart, doctor smart, while he’s barely scraping by at his EMT program, hoping to pull his younger brothers out of the hell their druggy mother has left them in. But he can’t resist taking up her roommates on an opportunity to get to know her better. There’s something about her honesty that keeps him coming back when he knows he shouldn’t…
Torn between common sense and desire, the two find themselves caught up in a passionate relationship. But when Tyler’s broken family threatens to destroy his future, and hers, Rory will need to decide whether to cut her ties to his risky world or follow her heart, no matter what the cost…
I absolutely adore Erin McCarthy’s novels, True follows pre-med student Rory who, to the shock of her roommates, is still a virgin at the age of 20! They take it upon themselves to get Rory laid and hopefully bring her out of her shell a bit. Of course, their idea doesn’t go according to plan, but I’m super glad that it didn’t blow up into a huge dramafest. This is in thanks to Rory’s very logical, level-headed, and mellow personality. She was a very nice change from the normal NA heroines.
I actually really enjoyed Rory. She may come across as stiff and uninviting to other readers, but I Love her. She’s great at math and science, but struggles with literature, which is actually partly how she bonds with Tyler. They exchange tutoring services. Rory also has pretty weak people skills, and has trouble making friends, let alone meeting a boyfriend. People are confusing and full of drama! Anyway, I loved how Rory never turned anything into a huge deal. She took everything in stride, even when she learned that Tyler was paid to take her virginity. She thinks everything through logically instead of jumping to conclusions.
I’ve never liked Tom Cruise. He always reminded me of someone’s creepy cousin, who smiles too big before he touches your butt and whispers something gross in your ear with hot whiskey breath.
Why did parents always thing it was about them? So, so annoying.