It should be illegal to walk around without a shirt on, looking the way he does. His sculpted arms are sinful. His chest is just as sturdy, all hard planes and chiseled muscle. Dirty blonde hair and icy baby blues complete the package deal.
Lazy little rich boys shouldn’t have those sort of muscles everywhere. It’s a total lie. He’s never known a day of hard work in his life. Everything has been spoon fed to him since he was an infant, but apparently, no one told God.
It’s ridiculous. We couldn’t be more different, right?
I should not be attracted to Jake Roberson. ~Cassie
Life’s great when you’re a Roberson: new cars, the best of everything, and more chicks than you can possibly sleep your way through in a lifetime. It’s all so easy. But then a chance accident puts her right in my arms, throwing everything off course.
She is the most sheltered girl to ever walk the planet. She’s a total do-gooder, always working and volunteering for this or that. Forget being a teacher’s pet, she’s the town pet. Everyone loves her. We can’t possibly have anything in common, and since when do I even care what I have in common with a someone? I don’t.
And I damn sure don’t care about being good friends with a chick. Except…now, I do. I want to see her step down from her pedestal, let her wild curls go, and live. There is so much she hasn’t experienced but should. And I’m going to help her, as her friend.
But no matter how many times I tell myself to get my act together, no matter how often I swear I don’t want in those tight little shorts of hers, I can’t deny it any longer.
I should not be tempted by Cassie Hall. ~Jake
I’m pulled along in her wake. I soon realize, Mary Lou’s like gravity. She’s a force all to herself and has this constant push and pull on everyone around her. There’s no ignoring or missing her presence.
I’m gonna have to start carrying my red cape around with me… My superhero cape. If we keep hanging out, I’m going to have to keep it with me. You can’t seem to stay out of trouble.
You’re pining away for that girl like a damned pre-teen. If you don’t wipe the dopey look off your face every time she’s around, I’m gonna have to take your man card.
That was not nothing! That was definitely something, and Emerson is right. Friends don’t sniff friends, and they definitely don’t do that kind of nothing, suga’.
Did you know you passed out on me mid-dance?… I never realized my dance moves could be so terrible… I’ve been developing a complex over this.
Bless Her Heart was colorfully detailed and action packed with amusing humor, playful teasing, naughty antics, heartbreak, angst, swoony romance, and second chances. This installment caused me considerable consternation. While I wanted the closer of completing the series by reading the final installment, I was hesitant once I knew it was Jake’s story. Jake had been the perfect villain in each of the previous books. Jake was an obnoxious, bottom-rung a-hat, a reckless, heartless, crass, and totally selfish a-hole with no consideration for others as he only thought with his little head. And I did not want this wily author to give me any reason to care for him. Jake was the type of player that makes me want to do the world a favor by retrieving and utilizing my best nutcracker from the kitchen implement drawer. I resisted his charms as long as I could, but I had to concede and admire his sincere evolution. Sigh, his worthless streak was ruined by a sweet girl whose hormones had overrun her common sense. Oh to be young, stupid, and obsessed. I sorely miss those salad days!