Series: Man Hands

Man Card by Sarina Bowen and Tanya Eby

Man Card by Sarina Bowen and Tanya EbyMan Card by Sarina Bowen, Tanya Eby
Series: Man Hands #2
Published by Rennie Road Books on January 15th 2018
Pages: 452
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Nothing ventured, nothing banged...

AshI still don't know how it happened. One minute I was arguing with my arrogant competitor--our usual trash-talk over who deserves the larger commission. But somehow I went from throwing down to kneeling down... It can never happen again. I don't even like Braht. He's too slick. He's a manipulating mansplaining party boy in preppy clothes.So why can't I get him out of my head?

BrahtThere are two things I know without question. One: Ash and I are destined for each other. Two: never trust a man with a unibrow.Ash is my missing my piece. She's the sweet cream to my gourmet espresso. And nothing gets me going faster than her contempt for me. They don't call her the Ashkicker for nothing. Eventually I'll win her over...if my past doesn't ruin everything first.

A not-quite secret: ‘Man Card’ was something I hesitated a long time over, but gave in because, well, it’s Sarina Bowen, an author who seems to take on anything, anyone and everything without fear, no matter the consequences.

And I’m glad I took the time for this one. I found the slapstick comedy in ‘Man Hands’ near intolerable, but ‘Man Card’ was thankfully a return to the comfort zone for me, which was akin to not barrelling into walls and left feeling bewildered by a certain type of humour that never really worked for me. In fact, Braht’s and Ash’s story was a wittier, more relatable, less over-the-top, more believable version than its predecessor in a fremenies-to-lovers story. There were scenes and internal monologues so hysterical and unnecessarily exaggerated that even sitcoms would be taken offline—the constant talk of tightening nipples repeated ad nauseum for one—but by and large, ‘Man Hands’ was a way better read, and yes, I laughed in parts with some unexpectedly funny pop-up lines.

I actually liked Braht, despite the ridiculous name and the showy personality that we saw in the first book. Adored his all-in, completely besotted and devoted attention to Ash that worked strangely well with his cocky confidence, adored the amusing swagger that poured through the pages while he kept trying to win his lady over. It was Braht’s difference that made him a standout hero as well; unlike the usual alpha, testosterone-laden males that tend to come off the pages of romance novels, Braht is lanky, blond and James Spader-ish of the 80s, a metrosexual to the core and even more high maintenance than Ash herself.

Strangely enough, Braht and Ash did seem well-paired and their lusty, irrepressible banter was what kept me going throughout. The angst was kept to a minimum, the conflict thankfully not overinflated and the storytelling mostly lighthearted. Admittedly, some of the humour wasn’t quite my cup of tea, but this zany read marking the start of the new year was still oh, so welcome.


Man Hands by Sarina Bowen and Tanya Eby

Man Hands by Sarina Bowen and Tanya EbyMan Hands by Sarina Bowen, Tanya Eby
Series: Man Hands, #1
Published by Rennie Road Books on December 11th 2017
Pages: 180
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He puts the "screw" in screwball comedy...


At thirty-four, I’m reeling from a divorce. I don’t want to party or try to move on. I just want to stay home and post a new recipe on my blog: Brynn’s Dips and Balls.

But my friends aren’t having it. Get out there again, they say. It will be fun, they say. I’m still taking a hard pass.

Free designer cocktails, they say. And that’s a game-changer.

Too bad my ex shows up with his new arm candy. That’s when I lose my mind. But when my besties dare me to leap on the first single man I see, they don't expect me to actually go through with it.


All I need right now is some peace and quiet while my home renovation TV show is on hiatus. But when a curvy woman in a red wrap dress charges me like she’s a gymnast about to mount my high bar, all I can do is brace myself and catch her. What follows is the hottest experience of my adult life.

I want a repeat, but my flying Cinderella disappears immediately afterward. She doesn’t leave a glass slipper, either—just a pair of panties with chocolate bunnies printed on them.

But I will find her.

Stripped to its core, ‘Man Hands’ is about a woman reeling from her divorce, then getting back on the saddle with a one-night stand by riding a jaded womaniser of a tv personality after a crazy evening when she bumps into her ex…thereafter does a Cinderella-disappearing act on him thereafter. And predictably, this celebrity—used to female attention—is intrigued because the sex is the most memorable he’s ever had. Then comes a sex tape scandal and the damage-control that eventually blows up in their faces.

If the plot is familiar, it’s the execution of it that isn’t. ‘Man Hands’ is a stark departure from the usual Sarina Bowen style that I’m used to, and it was a ride that left me wondering how zany things could get before I could see my feet back on terra firma. Frankly, it was all a little too mad for me as characters stepped out of reality straight into slap-stick land and did/said/thought things that no sane person would try, I think.

I do understand that rom-coms can be tricky: get the balance of the humour and the lovey-dovey bits just a tad wrong and it dumps us into cheesy territory or overdoses us with cavity-inducing sweetness. Overdo the serious stuff and the complaints come fast and furious that the story should have been better classified as angsty drama.

But when everything about ‘Man Hands’ got inflated, dramatic and exaggerated so that hyperbole became comedy, I found myself barely able see past the over-the-top silliness to the point where it was hard to connect with the characters, or at least, with their voices which I hard a hard time reconciling with 30-ish-year-old adults. Scrub out the wacky lines, the erections that come when the slightest wind blew and the hysterical inner monologues that filled the pages, and I couldn’t quite get the substance behind this particular style.

If Brynn barrelling into the first man she saw which led immediately to hot sex wasn’t batty enough, Tom simply came across as sleazy as he straddled the line between being a pining teenager and a man obsessed with his own dick despite having broken his short stint of celibacy.

The long and short of it is, I was just incredibly disappointed by this one, maybe because I wanted so badly to see what Bowen could do with romantic comedy and felt let down when nothing went right somehow. But if ‘Man Hands’ was one that back-fired spectacularly, judging from the glowing reviews, I daresay it’s probably a brand of humour that didn’t resonate with me in any way.