**Can
be read as a stand alone**
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*Warning:
this is a love story with sexual situations and copious swearing. It
also deals with an inappropriate relationship between an underage
girl and a much older man.
When
Katherine Symes experiences heartbreak at the age of twenty, she
picks herself up, dusts herself off, and declares no man will ever
break her again. The independent, potty-mouthed Katherine makes no
apologies for how she lives her life. Marriage, babies, and husbands
are ideas she’s never even entertained. There is only one thing
she’s never had the guts to do.
Open
her own cafe.
The
day of her best friend’s engagement, a stranger bulldozes his way
into her life. Handsome, tall, and annoying as hell, he pushes all
her buttons. A mutual acquaintance introduces them, and the stranger,
Holst Rutherford, wastes no time in presenting Katherine with half
ownership in a coffee shop he wants to open in Laguna Beach; he just
doesn’t want to do it alone.
Can
she put up with Holst to achieve her lifelong dream?
Holst
moved to the coastal town of Laguna Beach with clear intentions: a
fresh start, concentrate on his new business, and enjoy the beach at
his doorstep. After ending a toxic relationship, he never considered
entering a new one. But there is something about the ever-combative
Katherine which makes him realize she could be much more than a
business partner. She just might be the one.
However,
she is going to need a little convincing.
Just
another few feet, I faced the green gate with the awesome brass
knocker and flagstone steps of Tori’s house. I knocked on the front
door of the Arts and Crafts home and waited. I was basically
furniture at their place, but they were newlyweds, and I’m no
prude, but when you walk in on your bestie splayed upon the front
stairs of the foyer, her husband’s head between her legs and his
naked ass with a peek-a-boo ball sack greeting you….
Dude.
You knock.
The
door opened to Cam’s smartass grin, which said everything without
saying anything. “Kath,” he greeted.
“Coffee,”
I returned, avoiding all conversation with him, and walked straight
to the kitchen.
I
plunked down at the worn pine table, opened my phone to the message
from Goya so Tori could read it, and took a sip from the mug Tori had
just handed me.
I’d
given several kickass—in my mind—housewarming gifts to the new
couple. One was a ceramic garden gnome key holder I’d had custom
made. Quite similar to the one that lived on my porch…Gozer the
Garden Gnome (I loved Ghostbusters.) Gozer needed a mate, and that
mate, of course, was Zuul. Most female garden gnomes were busty, but
this she-gnome had enormous boobs, wild, red hair, which lifted at
the back to hide a spare house key, and a red dress that left very
little to the imagination…I mean, if you were into gnomes, you
couldn’t disagree this little gnome had it going on.
My
other favorite gift was three coffee mugs: two of which read, “My
best friend is a whore.” The third read, “I married a whore”
and it was just lucky that Cam had a good sense of humor. Most people
think the term “whore” is either an occupation or an insult, but
I used it as a term of affection. I wasn’t even sure how it began,
but I often said it to Tori, and when I did, it came from a place of
love.
Tori
took a sip from her coffee and lifted her eyes from the message.
“Dude.”
“Dude,”
much like the word “whore” or even “fuck,” also had many
meanings and uses. It was all in the way you said it. And the way
Tori said “dude” meant she was having the same reaction I had to
the message.
“I
know, right?”
I
gave an awkward chuckle and rolled my eyes. I’d avoided Goya all
week, blowing him off with the excuse my new business venture was
taking up all my time. Yeah, I totally lied. And his message that
morning was a reminder, not only about his show, but an offer he
made, which filled me with terror, and a term of endearment that made
me want to move to another state.
“He
said the L-word,” she pointed out. “And he wants you to move in
with him?” Just hearing her rundown of the text message gave me
anxiety.
I
decided not to let that show and deflect the whole thing with humor.
“Yeah. I’m just as confused as you are. I even thought he might
have sent the message to me by mistake.”
“Kath,”
she began softly, “you’re not considering moving in with him…are
you?”
I
almost choked on my coffee. “Did you snort a big, fat line of
stupid before I got here?”
Her
eyes bugged out before she said with relief, “Thank God. You’ve
been…weird lately. I had to ask.”
Cam
suddenly appeared with two huge hiking packs.
“You
just got hotter, Cam,” I declared and leaned in to my bestie. “How
are you gonna do it?”
“Do
what?”
“Hike
along those trails and not ass rape him every chance you get?”
She
leaned closer, her fingers tapping on the coffee mug, and confessed
with total sincerity, “Well, we discussed it, and, after much
research, decided that anything I do to his ass will be in the
privacy of our own home.” She picked up her mug again and continued
casually, “Besides, ticks are a real problem. The ass is the last
place you want a tick.”
Have
you met Cameron & Victoria from Bride in Bloom (Book One) yet?
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Julie
is a Southern California native, a fan of a really good story
(preferably romance with a happily ever after), really good pie
(preferably pumpkin) and copious amounts of coffee (preferably
Folgers).
She
has always enjoyed writing and at one time thought she could be a
singer songwriter...the 'writer' part is the one that stuck.
Julie
is obsessed with pi...the equation(and the food). She's allergic to
cats and cantaloupe and hates mushrooms...so if you ever want to give
her a gift, those are out for sure.She currently lives with her own
romance hero husband and two boys in Melbourne, Australia.
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