I have hermit crab trauma.

“How good are you at Candyland?” “Terrible.” My mouth twitches, too. “I played once when I was six and got pissed there was no actual candy.”

“His wife lost her leg in that car wreck?” Slick coastal roads suck. “She doing okay?” “We’re raising money for a new prosthetic. I need to name the beer.” Mason looks at Kaleb. “What about Peg Leg Porter?” Kaleb gives him an incredulous look. “Were you dropped on your head as a child?”

No, really— listen to the words coming out of your mouth. Replay them slowly. If you don’t hear how asinine you sound, just punch yourself in the junk before I do it for you.

My Review:

I don’t know how she does it but each book Tawna Fenske writes is incrementally better than the last. However, she has jumped several steps and truly topped herself with this witty missive as it sparkled with clever banter and created highly amusing visuals that danced across my gray matter and kept me smirking into my wine glass. I must also mention the Kindle melting sensual scenes that left me short of breath and flipping on the highest setting for the ceiling fan. I adored this tale, it was a total delight to read.