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311 pages, ebook
First published February 9, 2020
This man. This kind, generous man has completely turned my life upside down. He makes me laugh, he makes me think – gah! – he makes me come.
“I come here when I’m feeling blah, but you’ve come bearing some of my favorite things and some stellar pick-up lines, so I’ve upgraded my mood from blah to eh.”
“Opal,” he says, his voice low. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I whisper.
“Like you want me to strip you naked.”
“That sounds . . .” completely delicious “. . . like a bad idea.”
Scott: Stop torturing me. I have to be in church in 25 minutes.
Opal: Lol, perfect. You can confess all your sins.
“No one actually fits back there, do they?” I ask once we’re both seated.
He starts the engine and pulls out before glancing at me. “Actually all three of them fit back there nicely.”
Huh? “All three of who?”
“My daughter, my niece, and my littlest sister. They’re all about the same age.”
There go my ovaries again, melting down to the soles of my feet.
“You want me to come up there and give him a shot to the balls for you?”
Around my sniffling, something approximating a chuckle slips from my lips.
“I’d do it, you know? I have a class to TA this afternoon, but I could drive up and be there before midnight. Do you know where he lives?”
“The truth is that when I’m with you, everything is right with the world, and when I’m not, I feel like I’m drowning. I realize now that needing you and missing you don’t make me weak . . .” my stomach flips and twists, “. . . they make everything so much better .”
“So, Opal?”
“Yeah?”
“You and I . . .”
Her brow creases. “You and I what?”
“We’ve got a lot stacked against us, huh? I’m too young for you, too poor for you, too uneducated for you, and I’ve got three too many kids for you.”
She pales a bit. “That’s not true.”
“It’s very true.”
“So what are you saying?”
“I’m saying it’s a damn good thing that you’re not into easy anymore.”
“You don’t think my girls would benefit from knowing a woman who pulled herself out of a situation she recognized as damaging?”
“The truth is that when I’m with you, everything is right with the world, and when I’m not, I feel like I’m drowning. I realize now that needing you and missing you don’t make me weak...” my stomach flips and twists, “...they make everything so much better.”
We’ll be fine, he and I. This is a marathon, not a sprint, and the sooner I realize that, the better.
✔ a single dad romanceFind out what happens when the wrong person makes the world feel right!
✔ friends to lovers
✔ opposites attract
✔ a bi-racial, blue-collar hero
✔ a heroine who knows her worth
✔ 3 of the sweetest little girls
✔ strong family ties
✔ HOT, HOT, HOT
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I whisper.
“Like you want me to strip you naked.”
"Easy?” Of all the adjectives I’d use to describe the last 10 months of my life, easy is not one of them – not even close. Painful, lonely, demanding, anxiety-ridden. Fuck Easy.
This man. This kind, generous man has completely turned my life upside down.
"There goes my ovaries again, melting down to the soles of my feet.”
"Because at the end of even the shittiest day, I get to see her. I get to talk to her, laugh with her, hold her, and make love to her. I’m not going to get all cliché about it and say she makes life worth living, but…damn.”
I’m thinking it’s a recipe for disaster . . . but a disaster that I want with my entire soul.
actual documentary footage of me crying
oh look here's me sliding out of nowhere to claim Scott as my bf
I ooh and ahh, all the while trying to keep my emotions buried, because if I’m honest, the way he loves these girls has my heart desperate to overflow with . . . tenderness, I think. Or maybe it’s affection. Or maybe, more worryingly, it may be longing.
Maybe my taste in men has improved? Because good-looking, kind, well-mannered, and thoughtful? He has to be too good to be true, right?
“So, hey,” he says as he pulls his boots on. “Will you be around on Friday evening? I’m going to fix your patio door.” “You are?” I ask, surprised. “Yeah, I am. And then we’ll go grab dinner.” “Okay.” I feel a bright smile spread across my face.
“Thank you for giving me another chance, Opal.” “Thanks for not giving up on us.”
When we’re together, that smile of hers somehow eases all the pressure I’m under. The pressure’s not gone exactly, but it becomes manageable enough that I can fill my lungs with a few much-needed, unrestricted breaths.
There’s something about her that’s so . . . charming, I guess. Her easy smiles, her laidback sense of humor, her self-confidence, they all pull me away from my usually tightly-wound self like a magnet.
"[. . .] truth is that when I’m with you, everything is right with the world, and when I’m not, I feel like I’m drowning. I realize now that needing you and missing you don’t make me weak . . .” my stomach flips and twists, “. . . they make everything so much better.” My voice drops to a whisper then. “I know now that I care about you – a lot.”
“I knew you were smart, Opal, but not that smart. I never stood a chance against you, did I? I mean, how is it fair that your brain is probably hotter than your ass?”
But I also realize that’s not the whole story. I’ve always wanted a Latina because I figured she would somehow legitimize my claim on my heritage, somehow make up for my pale complexion and ridiculous height.
It all seems . . . silly now, weak even. I am who I am, no matter who I choose to make a life with.
No matter how easy it would be to slip back into Piper’s skin, I know the only place she’ll take me is back down to rock bottom.
“Okay, I do know. It was your expression. You just seemed so . . . defeated, like the world has never given you a break.”
"[I] haven’t wanted to say anything, because you’re so protective of them, but I’m really looking forward to . . . maybe having them in my life . . . if you think that’s okay . . . one day. I want a boring life with you.”
I’ve often wondered if there’s something intrinsically flawed about me. Is it just my poor judgment of character or is there some essential piece of me that’s missing? The piece that motivates people to care about me on a less superficial level.
Beauty is not respect. Beauty is not loyalty. Beauty is not even affection. Beauty is only skin deep.
I’m a strong, independent woman who knows how to save herself when she needs it. My goals and aspirations don’t involve anyone but myself.
That last quote brought a tear to my eye not gonna lie.
“I know,” he says pointedly before his voice gentles, “that I want to get to know you. This thing between us is not something that happens every day . . . or ever.”
“I want you to know that it was an important moment for me,” my voice cracks, but I force myself to continue, “and that I’m so glad it was you who found me that day. So thank you.”
' “The truth is that when I’m with you, everything is right with the world, and when I’m not, I feel like I’m drowning. I realize now that needing you and missing you don’t make me weak . . .”First of all, I want to thank the author for providing me with a new book boyfriend. Scott is THE perfect hero and I can't wait to meet him again in the second part of this duet.
“. . . they make everything so much better.” '
'I know better than anyone that wondering and wishing do nothing to change the unfairness of life.'The story describes how Ellie and Scott meet by chance, not once but twice, and how their friendship developes to something more. And let me tell you: The chemistry is off the charts!
' "You have a family to go home to. You have children who love you. You have friends. You have –”Gah! So so swoon-worthy! And although it is a New Adult romance it's not like many of the other books in that genre. Of course, there is drama, but it's believable and the characters actually talk to each other to resolve it. Which, to me, makes it more Adult than New Adult. I also loved that never in a million years would I have guessed how the story ends. Well done!
“I don’t have you.” '