The Dimple Of Doom by Lucy Woodhull (Samantha Lytton #1)

The Dimple Of Doom by Lucy WoodhullAvailable: Now Amazon/B&N

Type: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Total E-bound

My Copy: Sent

Reviewer: Nikki

It may sound like common sense, but never hump an art thief. Turns out, Samantha Lytton’s Common-Sense-O-Meter is super duper broken.

Failed actress Samantha Lytton is getting along just fine in her lonely little life when a charming criminal called Sam or Nate or maybe even Richmond kisses her, square dances most provocatively, opens his not-so-wicked heart, and gets her in trouble with not one, but two international art theft rings as well as the LAPD.

She’s either gonna end up in jail or famous. Maybe both.

Along the way, she fights for her life and falls for this funny, sexy disaster of a man… and learns that finding happily-ever-after with yourself is the first step to real contentment. A cute dimple is just the second.

I find myself at a loss as I sit down to write this review. The Dimple Of Doom was the kookiest book I think I have ever read. It was laugh out loud funny at times and shake my head in utter dismay at times. Yet I find I still enjoyed it and am looking forward to seeing where Woodhull takes these characters in the future. They are NOT together at the end of the book so please don’t read it and come back harping to me that it wasn’t the HEA you were hoping for. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. They WANT to be together though if it’s any consolation to you. No? Sorry then.

So…ok…the story line goes like this: Sam hates her job and is probably the clumsiest heroine to have ever been written. She’s been secretly pining for the quiet co-worker who is Sam (yes, both named Sam…have fun with that) but until the night of the company Christmas party he has paid her no mind. Thinking her awesome sweater and perky boobs have finally won him over, he approaches her and they decide making out in the head honchos office away from prying eyes is the way to go. Once in said office Sam (the heroine) shows Sam (the hero) the bosses secret vault of priceless, possibly stolen according to Sam, (the hero) artwork. Unbeknownst to her Sam (the hero) is an art thief intent on stealing one very rare Picasso.

What follows is enough hijinx to fill any Scooby Doo plot. In fact, please play this music for the rest of the review because this is totally how I felt:


I didn’t know what to do with myself. Honestly. Sam or Nate or back to Sam (our hero) is unlike any hero I’ve ever read. Sure he’s good looking but he’s not overly macho. He kinda reminded me of that guy in Clueless that Cher was trying to do the nasty with but who turned out gay. Remember that guy? I’m not saying he was gay…he wasn’t…just….he dressed well.


Sam/Nate/Sam was charismatic and he drove a nice car but he wasn’t overly muscley and he lied A LOT. Kinda a side effect of being a international art thief. He’s kinda manic and bumbling and even though he’s good at stealing art he’s not so good at escaping guys who are shooting at them. Hence the Benny Hill music that better be playing right now or you didn’t listen to me.

Poor Sam got drug around and in way more trouble than she intended when she was making out with him on the couch of her bosses office.  It was over the top and everyone under the sun seemed to be out to get them. Under it all Sam (the hero) and Sam (the heroine) came together and it was warm and gooey and full of awwwwwwww.

A few of my favorite lines:

He led me to the garage and clicked the door open. It rose slowly to reveal…the Natemobile. It was blue, sporty, classic. I immediately wanted to hump him in it, because it seemed made for Inspiration Point. 



“Shouldn’t it have a stupid name? Like El Scorpio does?”

Sighing, he snipped “El Escorpion. It’s an animal not a horoscope.”

“Why is it in Spanish? Oliver is the whitest White who ever whited”



And that is how you use motherfucking rollerskates to foil a villain



I’d never been whispered such an overblown load of obviously seductive bullshit in my life. It was wonderful. 



There were some slow points in this one and they really took me out of the story as most of it was wrote like one continual run on breath that the author was releasing in a mush of words. Those parts were few and far between though and I mostly just found myself chuckling at the craziness that kept ensuing. For a fairly new author the price was a bit shocking…and I’m not sure I would take a chance on an author that was new to me at that price…but no fear, that’s why I’m here right? So go…spend some money on this one…it’s funny. Trust me. I’m hoping book two is on it’s way soon!

I give The Dimple Of Doom by Lucy Woodhull 3.75 stars!

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