-Blurb-
What if the perfect match is a perfect surprise? Honor Holland has just been unceremoniously rejected by her lifelong crush. And now—a mere three weeks later—Mr. Perfect is engaged to her best friend. But resilient, reliable Honor is going to pick herself up, dust herself off and get back out there…or she would if dating in Manningsport, New York, population 715, wasn't easier said than done.
Charming, handsome British professor Tom Barlow just wants to do right by his unofficial stepson, Charlie, but his visa is about to expire. Now Tom must either get a green card or leave the States—and leave Charlie behind.
In a moment of impulsiveness, Honor agrees to help Tom with a marriage of convenience—and make her ex jealous in the process. But juggling a fiancé, hiding out from her former best friend and managing her job at the family vineyard isn't easy. And as sparks start to fly between Honor and Tom, they might discover that their pretend relationship is far too perfect to be anything but true love….
So what do you do when you turn 35 and have been told by your doctor that you aren't getting any younger and that the years are precious, egg wise? You start thinking about the years that you have been having sex with your best friend. You start dreaming about marriage and kids. You decide to take the matte into your own hands....
Now or never. Honor untied her sash, closed her eyes and opened the coat, and let it slide to the floor. Oh, crap, she was standing in front of the table, so his view would be blocked. Stepping around it, she waited. Buck naked. Shock and awe, shock and awe... It was chilly in here. She swallowed and waited some more.
Brogan's father poked his head into the kitchen. "Smells good--oh. Hello, Honor, dear."
Brogan's father.
Brogan's FATHER.
Oh, fungus.
Honor dove under the table, knocking over a chair with a crash, crawled a few paces and grappled for the damn coat. Held it in front of her.
She crawled out, then stood, wrapping the coat around her. Tightly.
"Surprise," she said, her face on fire. "Sorry. I'll try never to be spontaneous again."
He tipped her chin up, and there it was that mischievous, slightly lecherous smile, dancing eyes, Her skin tightened, lust mingling with mortification. "Are you kidding? My father will like you even more than he already does."
So Honor decides to ask her best friend/lover Brogan to marry her.....
"It's just, you know, we're good friends. Good, good friends. Really good friends." Oh, youch. Stop talking. You sound like an idiot. "You know, we've been friends for ages now. Long time." Her tongue felt like a piece of old leather, and wasn't that an attractive image! Would you like to kiss my shriveled, dry, leathery mouth, Brogan? Because the years are precious, you know. Egg-wise.
She forced out an awkward laugh, then wished she hadn't."Just putting that out there, It's been, what? Seventeen years that we've been together?"
"Together?" he said, sitting up abruptly.
"Uh, sort of. We always, um, fall back on each other. " She sat up, too, leaning against the leather upholstered headboard. Tears stung her eyes, and she immediately ordered them back. She cleared her throat. "I mean, we're such good friends. And then there's this. Sex."
Brogan was quiet for a minute. "You know how I think about you On?" He turned to see her face. " I think of you like an old baseball glove."
He nodded. "Like an old friend, something you turn to when you need it."
"Is's like Jeter once said. Or maybe it was Pujols. Yeah, because this was back when he played in Saint Louis. Wait, was it Joe Maurer? No, because he's a catcher, so that's be a mitt. Anyway, whoever it was, he was talking about how when he's in a slump, or when he doesn't feel right about an upcoming game, he puts on his old glove. he's had it for years, right? And when he puts it on, it's like an old friend, and he knows he'll have a better day because of it." He tuned to her, tipping her chin up. and she blinked, her eyes feeling like two hot, hard stones. "But you don't need that glove every day."
So that didn't go well.. She goes to her friend Dana. Let's her know everything that happened and even gives her the coat. She wants nothing to do with him, right? I am just going to say it straight out. I really really really didn't like Dana. Wanted to have Tom teach me to box so I could punch her. That being said.....
Things for Honor just go down hill from there..... I don't want to spoil anything. Then she meets Tom Barlow.. He needs to get married to stay in the country to be by his stepson Charlie.
Let's just say that the first couple of times they meet. its not a good thing. They do eventually get to know each other and that is where the main romance takes place.
I know you are probably waiting for me to tell you what a douche Brogan is and how he should be taken out back and ....... but he was totally clueless about so many things by the end of the book I wanted to hug him and then punch the shit out of him. Tom was swoon worthy. Those foreign accents get me every time but, he wanted to be there for his (not really) stepson. He was kind and caring and would do anything for him. Had been trying to reach him for years after his mother passed away. This was a great story. It does have a HEA. This book did bring out a few emotions from me. My husband was shaking his head at me laughing so hard and then wanted to know why I got so mad. 5 clocks for this very enjoyable book. Great job Kristan. Looking forward to more from Goggy and Pops and the whole Holland clan.
What if the perfect match is a perfect surprise? Honor Holland has just been unceremoniously rejected by her lifelong crush. And now—a mere three weeks later—Mr. Perfect is engaged to her best friend. But resilient, reliable Honor is going to pick herself up, dust herself off and get back out there…or she would if dating in Manningsport, New York, population 715, wasn't easier said than done.
Charming, handsome British professor Tom Barlow just wants to do right by his unofficial stepson, Charlie, but his visa is about to expire. Now Tom must either get a green card or leave the States—and leave Charlie behind.
In a moment of impulsiveness, Honor agrees to help Tom with a marriage of convenience—and make her ex jealous in the process. But juggling a fiancé, hiding out from her former best friend and managing her job at the family vineyard isn't easy. And as sparks start to fly between Honor and Tom, they might discover that their pretend relationship is far too perfect to be anything but true love….
So what do you do when you turn 35 and have been told by your doctor that you aren't getting any younger and that the years are precious, egg wise? You start thinking about the years that you have been having sex with your best friend. You start dreaming about marriage and kids. You decide to take the matte into your own hands....
Now or never. Honor untied her sash, closed her eyes and opened the coat, and let it slide to the floor. Oh, crap, she was standing in front of the table, so his view would be blocked. Stepping around it, she waited. Buck naked. Shock and awe, shock and awe... It was chilly in here. She swallowed and waited some more.
Brogan's father poked his head into the kitchen. "Smells good--oh. Hello, Honor, dear."
Brogan's father.
Brogan's FATHER.
Oh, fungus.
Honor dove under the table, knocking over a chair with a crash, crawled a few paces and grappled for the damn coat. Held it in front of her.
She crawled out, then stood, wrapping the coat around her. Tightly.
"Surprise," she said, her face on fire. "Sorry. I'll try never to be spontaneous again."
He tipped her chin up, and there it was that mischievous, slightly lecherous smile, dancing eyes, Her skin tightened, lust mingling with mortification. "Are you kidding? My father will like you even more than he already does."
So Honor decides to ask her best friend/lover Brogan to marry her.....
"It's just, you know, we're good friends. Good, good friends. Really good friends." Oh, youch. Stop talking. You sound like an idiot. "You know, we've been friends for ages now. Long time." Her tongue felt like a piece of old leather, and wasn't that an attractive image! Would you like to kiss my shriveled, dry, leathery mouth, Brogan? Because the years are precious, you know. Egg-wise.
She forced out an awkward laugh, then wished she hadn't."Just putting that out there, It's been, what? Seventeen years that we've been together?"
"Together?" he said, sitting up abruptly.
"Uh, sort of. We always, um, fall back on each other. " She sat up, too, leaning against the leather upholstered headboard. Tears stung her eyes, and she immediately ordered them back. She cleared her throat. "I mean, we're such good friends. And then there's this. Sex."
Brogan was quiet for a minute. "You know how I think about you On?" He turned to see her face. " I think of you like an old baseball glove."
He nodded. "Like an old friend, something you turn to when you need it."
"Is's like Jeter once said. Or maybe it was Pujols. Yeah, because this was back when he played in Saint Louis. Wait, was it Joe Maurer? No, because he's a catcher, so that's be a mitt. Anyway, whoever it was, he was talking about how when he's in a slump, or when he doesn't feel right about an upcoming game, he puts on his old glove. he's had it for years, right? And when he puts it on, it's like an old friend, and he knows he'll have a better day because of it." He tuned to her, tipping her chin up. and she blinked, her eyes feeling like two hot, hard stones. "But you don't need that glove every day."
So that didn't go well.. She goes to her friend Dana. Let's her know everything that happened and even gives her the coat. She wants nothing to do with him, right? I am just going to say it straight out. I really really really didn't like Dana. Wanted to have Tom teach me to box so I could punch her. That being said.....
Things for Honor just go down hill from there..... I don't want to spoil anything. Then she meets Tom Barlow.. He needs to get married to stay in the country to be by his stepson Charlie.
Let's just say that the first couple of times they meet. its not a good thing. They do eventually get to know each other and that is where the main romance takes place.
I know you are probably waiting for me to tell you what a douche Brogan is and how he should be taken out back and ....... but he was totally clueless about so many things by the end of the book I wanted to hug him and then punch the shit out of him. Tom was swoon worthy. Those foreign accents get me every time but, he wanted to be there for his (not really) stepson. He was kind and caring and would do anything for him. Had been trying to reach him for years after his mother passed away. This was a great story. It does have a HEA. This book did bring out a few emotions from me. My husband was shaking his head at me laughing so hard and then wanted to know why I got so mad. 5 clocks for this very enjoyable book. Great job Kristan. Looking forward to more from Goggy and Pops and the whole Holland clan.
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