Grumpy
hero. Sunshiny heroine. Small-town
romance. Sign me up! This was everything I expected plus
more.
After an
injury at work, Gannon is starting over in a new town building a glump
camp. New to the parenting thing, he was
trying to build his camp with his five-year-old daughter tagging
alongside.
Paisley is
stuck at home after an injury and her neighbor is disturbing her peace. She finds herself agreeing to help her sexy
but grumpy neighbor with his daughter, Elise.
Can Paisley and Gannon survive being neighbors?
The humor
and witty banter between Gannon and Paisley hooked me from the beginning and
kept me reading until the end. I loved watching Gannon’s grumpy layers slowly
get peeled away to reveal what a big-hearted teddy bear he really was. His
daughter Elise was so adorable, and he was such a great dad. I loved seeing Gannon and Paisley’s
slow-burning romance grow as they came to know each other. This book was full of fun and flirty banter
and will leave you smiling at the end.
It is the perfect book for the summer.
I received
an ARC and am voluntarily leaving a review.
All thoughts and opinions are my own.
I don’t put up with cocky males normally and I certainly won’t put up with that man making noise at all hours of the day and night while he builds his glamp-ground. I offer advice, but the stubborn fool just turns his tractor on to drown me out. He returns the favor by pushing my buttons and making me so angry I can’t see straight. And I really want to be able to see his gorgeous body in those well-worn jeans and backward hat.
Amidst the verbal warfare, I discover he’s hiding scars from a recent accident. I also find out his light eyes heat up to a smoldering icy gray when I give as good as I get. Makes me want to see just how far I can push him and what he’ll do when he boils over.
Gannon’s been dealt a rough hand in life, and when I find a way under that gruff—and stupidly handsome—exterior, I find that maybe he’s not Grumpy the Bear as I nicknamed him, but instead just a teddy bear.
“You’re not playing fair, cowboy.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
I shrugged. “You can’t just play a song for a girl on your guitar and not put out. It just isn’t done.”
Understanding dawned. “You need more of those orgasms, Pearse?”
I tilted my head and went for what I wanted. “I need sex, cowboy. Sweaty, physical, blow-my-mind sex. I don’t want to walk straight tomorrow.”
Gannon groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder.
Let's see if my grumpy neighbor could ignore me now...
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