“Sweet & sexy with a side of city sass, Fix Me Not is the perfect mix of small town love with a big city feel.” – Heidi McLaughlin, NYT Bestselling Author
“Asher is my new book hero” – Book Lover
“So sweet, so funny and so amazing” – Nicole Anaya
“Here,” Paige says, passing me a water and a plate of fries through my window.
I’m back in the parking lot of the Moose tonight, parked right next to Millie’s Explorer.
“Are you trying to drug me?” I had asked.
She shrugs her slender shoulders. “Consider it a truce.”
I’ve finished all of the fries and am still working on my drink when she returns an hour or so later.
“Shouldn’t you be playing with your wood?”
I choke on my water.
“This your idea of a truce?” I ask, once I’m done coughing.
“Humor me,” she says, leaning against my door. “You hired my mom so you wouldn’t have to leave your land. Now you’re leaving it every day to stalk me. What gives?”
My head jerks back. “I am not stalking you.”
She presses her lips together before a bubble of laughter escapes. “What would you call it?”
I frown partly at her question and more so at the way she’s acting. “Why are you being nice to me?”
“I’m Jerry. I’d be happy to show you around.” Hope bats his hand away and looks at me. “Trust me. Only place this one will show you is his parents’ basement.”
His eyes soften and I wonder if the shade of them is like a Snickers bar or a shade lighter, like a Kit Kat. Either way, my mouth waters and I’m craving something other than chocolate.
You need to date her, and then marry her, and then have babies with her… If they get your build and her coloring they’d look like baby Thors.
He tastes like cinnamon and smells like freshly cut cedar. If I ever stop kissing him, it will be to shove my face into the crook of his neck and inhale. That is, if I ever stop kissing him which isn’t likely. Besides, my ovaries are currently needlepointing Paige and Asher. That sounds innocent, but the needlepoint image beneath it most definitely is not.
Is there a female equivalent to blue balls? Maybe woeful vagina, or dismal cooter? Either way, I have the worst case of blue lady balls ever.
It’s weird how comfortable I am with him…I’m not saying I’d fart loudly in front of him, that may never happen. Or, I might need to talk him into getting a dog, because dogs are awesome, and I will totally blame a fart on a dog. It’s one of the countless reasons they’re man’s best friend. Blame a fart on a cat and it would probably cut you in your sleep.
I am a new convert to the cult of Carey Heywood, this is the second book of hers I’ve read and I want to stop time and read everything she has ever written. Both books in this series have been refreshing, amusing, engaging, and just adorable. I wasn’t sure I was going to enjoy Paige initially, she seemed bitter and surly, but there was a reason for that and I grew to admire and care for her as much as I adored the gentle giant/semi-reclusive Asher. The sweet couple of Finley and Noah frequently pop up and provide comic relief, as do most of the Thompson clan. I cannot wait to see what the crafty and clever Ms. Heywood does with the rest of the siblings.