He was that boy in the playground. The one that pulled your pigtails. The one that lifted your dress in front of the entire school. Now he's that guy in the office. The one that steals your lunch from the fridge. The one that gets away with everything. I'm sure you know him. Everyone knows that guy. He's a #JERK.
Presley Malone knew her relationship with her fiancé, Jason, had run its course. The second that ring came off her finger, she didn't expect to be the pawn in an immature game played by the office jerk.
His name is Haden Cooper, and he is six years younger than her. Immature and irresponsible, getting drunk and stoned every weekend like he never left college. He rode a motorcycle, carrying a different girl each week. He was everything a jerk should be—insensitive, unreliable, and most importantly, a heartbreaker.
Haden enjoyed playing games, and when it came to Presley Malone, it was all too easy. Miss Know-it-all with her over-the-top OCD was soon going to get a taste of what it was like to live on the edge.
But what starts off as an innocent prank soon becomes an unhealthy obsession.
He is wrong for her and she is wrong for him. It's a battle of the sexes ready to go to war. But in this battle there are no winners, and it takes only one fateful night and six tequilas for their lives to take an unexpected turn that changes them both forever.
It is no secret that I have assholes and jerks as heroes in my books, there is just something about wanting to slap the ever living shit out of them one minute and ripping their clothes off for some hot and dirty sex the next. #Jerk is properly titled ladies and gentlemen because Haden is a jerk of epic proportions.
I went back and forth with loving him one minute and hating him the next the entire book. I wish we would have had more than just the prologue and epilogue in his POV because I seriously needed to get inside his head to find out what in the fuck he was thinking half the damn time. You could tell that he wanted Presley, hell anyone who was blind would even be able to tell you that but he went about it like your typical little boy who picks on the girl who he likes. Now I will say this, what he does is wrong, how he handles certain things was even worse and the way he essentially plays Presley made me want to walk right up to him and kick him as hard as I possibly could in the dick. I had tears going down my eyes, not from a broken heart but from how pissed off I was, and even though I was still so angry with him I just couldn’t stop reading.
Presley needed someone like her #Jerk in her life. Not all the mean and hurtful things he did, but the things that helped her lose that tight control she kept in her life. She needed to live a little, not stress that every single thing had to be in perfect detail, and let herself just live. I felt so horrible for her, especially at the end, because you felt the heartbreak and pain she was feeling. I wanted her to lose control and just go off on everyone and everything that was hurting her. Then again I have violent tendencies so maybe it’s that making me want her to basically so psycho on those who deserve it.
#Jerk will piss you off, have you laughing, piss you off some more, have you believing that sometimes you have to go through hell to find heaven, piss you off some more, and eventually make you love the #jerk.Deep into the second chapter of an erotic thriller, I feel the presence of someone beside me. The charcoal grey pants are a dead giveaway and inadvertently, I groan, granting myself some patience to deal with him today. Why the fuck won’t he just leave me alone? I’ve met my share of annoying human beings but Haden Cooper takes the cake. “I’m taking orders,” he huffs in annoyance. I give him my full attention and decide to have a little fun with him. After all, he did ruin a blouse that even the dry cleaners declared a write-off for. Yes, I will have fun. Serves him right for being such a jerk. “At my beck and call? Well I’ll have the roast chicken on rye, lettuce, tomato, and no mayo. I repeat—no mayo.” He stares back at me without writing down my order. “You might want to write it down.” “I have a good enough memory.” A loose laugh escapes me. “That’s funny, I think Trina down on ten would beg to differ.” His eyes twitch, caught in an awkward moment. I want to see what pathetic excuse he has for this. “Who?” “Really, Haden? I don’t know how men can just screw around with strangers and not even take a moment to remember someone’s name,” I rant. He leans on my desk and rubs the slight stubble on his chin. “You seem awfully interested in my sex life, Presley Malone. Is there something I’m missing here?” “What?” I shoot back, almost a little too nervous. “Please, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. No, make it a twenty-foot pole with an extension. God, you’re so insensitive. You don’t care about anyone’s feelings and have zero respect in the workplace.” “Anything else?” “Plus, you’re a jerk.”
Born and bred in Sydney Australia, Kat T. Masen is a mother to three crazy boys and wife to one sane husband. Growing up in a generation where social media and fancy gadgets didn't exist, she enjoyed reading from an early age and found herself immersed in these stories. After meeting friends on twitter who loved to read as much as she did, her passion to write began and the friendships continued on despite the distance. "I'm known to be crazy and humorous. Show me the most random picture of a dog in a wig and I'll be laughing for days."