Release Blitz (Book Review & Excerpt): Wet by Ruth Clampett



Title: Wet
Author: Ruth Clampett @RuthClampett
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Length: 325 pages
Rating: 4.5 stars


Hi Everyone, my name is Paul and I’m a recovering sex addict. I’ve been managing my addiction for two years.

Paul McNeill loves sex.  Good sex. Bad sex. Oral sex.  Any kind of sex.  You name it; he loves it.  But Paul’s biggest passion is his greatest flaw.  As a recovering sex addict, he’s been abstaining and managing his addiction for over two years.  Now, all the wants is to fall in love and find that certain someone he can settle down with.

But when he finds himself on his knees on Elle Jacoby’s damp lawn, he knows there’s going to be trouble.  Elle quickly becomes Paul’s biggest challenge yet.  She’s instantly set him ablaze while he begs to be hosed down. As he gets to know her more, the flames burn even hotter.

How can he resist a hot divorcee who’s amped up to have all the fun she’s missed?

Warning: for mature audiences only. If you don’t like graphic sex, sex talk and curse words in books this story isn’t for you.



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Michelle's Review

Ok I am saying this now so we are clear, Paul McNeil is mine!  Ok, now that’s out of the way, can I tell you how much I adored this book, yes I think I can.

Paul McNeil is a landscape architect, but is helping out his dad’s sprinkler company while he is recovering from surgery.  Paul is a reformed man whore, he has been abstaining from sex for over two years, hell the man has even joined Sexaholic Anonymous when a ringing bush (no pun intended) starts going off near a sprinkler system he is working on.  Enter Elle Jacoby, every teenage boys wet dream, but see Paul is no longer a teenager.  Elle is recently divorced and when she spots Paul, well her filthy mouth cannot save Paul from his much needed abstinence.

I adored Elle (most times).  I especially love a woman who knows what she wants and she owns her sexuality.  Elle’s purpose is to hook up with as many men as she can.  Since she couldn’t get the real sex that her ex-husband refused to give her, she decides she will start hooking up with men she meets on Tinder.

As much as Elle was trying to entice Paul, he made a promise to himself and his family that he wouldn’t go back to his whorish ways.  He really wanted to find that right woman to settle down and have babies.  I forgot to mention that this book is in Paul’s POV and OMG while reading his thoughts, they were so funny yet so real and I wanted to just hug him.  Yes, I have a big time crush on Paul.

Although Paul really is lusting for Elle, he decides just to remain friends with her, he knows she’s not the type to have a serious relationship anyway, but he can’t help being jealous of her hook ups either.  The sexual chemistry and funny banter, had me lusting and laughing out loud.  “In that spot right next to the ringing bush, the thingy shot right out of the ground with a gush of water behind it.  It’s like my lawn had an enormous orgasm.”

There were plenty more funny moments throughout, but things got real for Elle and Paul was there in full force.  I’m telling you ladies, you are going to fall for him, but I already staked a claim.  If you’re looking for a lot of smut, there’s a lot of dirty talk that’s for sure, but the sexy times didn’t happen for awhile.  When you read the book you’ll understand why.  I don’t have to always read a book that has a lot of sexy times, has long as the story is solid and the plot flows, I am good without the sexy times.

Ruth Clampett’s words made me laugh out loud and had me weeping at certain parts.  She really did a superb job with Wet and I cannot wait to read more books by Ms. Clampett.

– Michelle

*An ARC was provided for an honest review.


“Elle, have you ever considered that the whole bunch of men looking to hook-up on Tinder could be bad apples?”

“You’re so funny!”

“I’m not joking,” I say.

“Seriously Paul, I’ve decided to throw myself back into the game.”

“But Tinder’s not really a game, Elle . . . it’s more like the mosh pit. What if you get head butted again?”

“I’ve realized the mistake I made. This time I’m going to spell it out to the dude before we get to the sexing.”

“Spell it out, huh?”

“Yeah, no weird stuff like latex or furry suits. No demeaning talk or behavior. No bondage. No threesomes.”

“Or foursomes?” I ask.

“Ewww, no!” she says.

“Are you trying to make me feel bad?”

“What? No, why?”

“I told you about my foursome.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot about that. That was when you were a man-whore.”

“Yes, thanks, although I prefer the term ‘sex fiend’.”

“Well . . . that’s still what you told me.”

“I did. So see, I’m the very guy you wouldn’t want to sleep with.”


“Yet, you pretty much asked me to screw you when we met. Do you see how complicated this is?”

“Can I ask you something, Paul?”

“Sure, why not? You know so much about me already.”

“Did you do men too back during your sex fiend days?”

I almost drop the phone. “Sex with dudes? No! Why would you ask that?”

“So your orgy was really just you and a bunch of women. Did you have a harem or something?”

“I could have.”

She huffs into the phone. “Oh really? A harem? What if you’re making all this stuff up? Why should I believe you and all your big talk?”

“If you don’t believe me, I don’t care. It doesn’t change anything.”

“What if you made up all those sexy stories . . . like that you were addicted to sex. What if you’re really more like your accountant brother?”

I feel the vein pop out on my forehead. Why is she screwing

with me?

“I know what this is about,” I whisper in a dark voice.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“You’re provoking me, trying to get me to come over there and fuck you and break my oath. Well, it’s not going to happen.”


“Yup, good.”

“Because you know what, mister? You don’t fit into my profile anyway.”

“Oh that’s rich. You must have one hell of a profile.”

“Well look at you. You’re searching for a little complacent wifey who will roast your chicken and birth you a bevy of babies.”

“Roast my chicken? What’s that a metaphor for?”

“It’s not a metaphor, it’s dinner.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re pretty weird, you know.”

“And you don’t want to fuck anymore and nothing’s weirder than that . . . so who’s calling the kettle black?”

“Who says I don’t want to fuck? I never said that. I want it.”


“Sure.” I want it bad. So bad it hurts, but I don’t tell her that.

“So it’s that you just don’t want to fuck me?”

“Oh, I want to fuck you. Right now I want to throw you on the bed and ride you so hard you won’t be able to walk the next day.”

There’s a long silent pause. Maybe that was too much.

“Ms. Jacoby, are you still there?”

“I’m here, Paul Junior. I’m just distracted thinking about you throwing me on the bed.”

“And mounting you?”


I hear a soft moan.

“And fucking you hard?”

“God, yes.”

“So you really want that, do you?”

“You’re cruel. Are you going to make me beg for it?”


“Please . . . Paul, are you touching yourself? Because I am.”

I pause.




Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director Bob Clampett, grew up surrounded by artists and animators. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, she has been VP of Design for Warner Brothers Studio Stores and taught photography at UCLA. Today she runs her own studio and as the Fine Art publisher for Warner Brothers Studios has come to know and work with some of the world’s greatest artists in the fields of animation and comics.

From this colorful background comes Ruth’s first novel, Animate Me, a fun and sexy, unique and engaging contemporary romance.

Ruth lives and works in Los Angeles, strictly supervised by her teenage daughter, who helps plan their summer around their yearly pilgrimage to the San Diego Comic Con.

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  1. simplyshiree says:

    Just grabbed it..your reviewed has me excited to read it

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