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294 pages, Paperback
First published June 20, 2017
“The best things in life are the ones you don't expect.”
“Then he smiles and my IQ drops another five points.
…..
I lose another five IQ points.
…..
One possessive hand lands on my ass, giving it a squeeze that steals another ten IQ points.”
Then he leans down and scoops his preschool-aged daughter onto his hip. She slides her arms around his neck and lays one soft cheek on his bare shoulder. Pop, pop! That sound you're hearing is both my ovaries exploding.
"Thank you," he rumbles. "Sorry it's such a chaos here."
Then he smiles and my IQ drops another five points
Now he smiles at me, and my insides just melt. Not because he's handsome, though he's hotter than blazes. But because of the way he looks at me -- like we're sharing a joke and we're the only two people on Earth who know the punchline
"I'll be there in thirty," I say. "Want me to bring anything?"
"Just your fine ass--" Blake suddenly yelps. "What the what, J-babe! Cheezus! That hurt!"
I hear a muffled female voice in the background. It's Jess, Blake's live-in girlfriend. "Her fine ass?" she asks. "Who are you talking to!"
There's an howl of laughter in my ear. "Eriksson!" Blake shouts between yelps. "I was referring to Eriksson's fine ass!"
"My ass is fine," I agree. "Tell Jess I'd be happy to show it to her when I get there."
"Sure, I'll tell her," Blake's answers cheerfully. "After I chop your balls off and feed them to a sheep."
"My Blakey senses are telling me you're scared of the G-word."
I glance over. "The G-word?"
"Girrrrrrrrlfriend"
Blake's expression softens, as if he's thinking about something truly amazing. Which he is, because in the next breath he brings up Jess. "And then I met Jessie and it was, like, boom! This girl ain't crazy, and she trusts me. I'm going all in."
"GET'EM BLAKEY! CARVE HIS TURKEY!"
"YEAH" I [Hailey] belt out. "DROP'IM LIKE A DRESS ON PROM NIGHT!"
He puts his hands up in front of his chest like rabbit paws and starts jumping around like a bunny in skates. It's the dumbest thing I ever saw in my life, but naturally my daughters find this hilarious. Even Hailey giggles. O'Connor has a way with women of all ages, apparently. "I wouldn't have guessed you'd be good with kids, O'Connor," I remark.
"No?" He stops hopping and does a goofy spin. "I'm immature. Ask anyone. How does that not compute?"
"Sluttyflutters"
Matthew Eriksson folks. Chronic Disappointer of wives.
As my ex can attest to, I suck at relationships. My job definitely isn’t conducive to them— the lifestyle, the long absences, killed my marriage. I don’t know what Hottie is looking for with me, but if it's something long term, I’m not sure I’m capable of that.
Hailey needs sex. Good sex. And lots of it. I’ve caught glimpses of her steel, her confidence, her sexiness, usually in our online exchanges. But in person, it’s like she’s second-guessing herself all the time. The poor girl needs to get her mojo back, and I’ve decided I’m the man for the job. Just call me Matt the Mojo Maker.
“I’m ridiculously attracted to you, Hottie. I figured I should be upfront about that.”
“Shut up and kiss me again, Snipes.”
“Question,” Hailey whispers after a while.
“Mmh?”
“Do you always hum ‘O Canada’ while you have sex?”
I let out a very unsexy snort, and she giggles. “No. That was special. Only for you.”
I warmed up to you the day we met. I melted for you the second you kissed me.
"I love a chick with three names! Like, um…” He pauses. “James Earl Jones!”
“The best things in life are the ones you don’t expect,” he says softly.
Can you fall for someone you've never even met?
Hailey Taylor Emery has a hunch that her favorite client at Fetch--an anonymous virtual assistant service--is actually hockey star Matt Eriksson.
Although it's against the rules for her to check his file, she's 95% sure she spends at least part of each day texting with her lifelong crush and catering to his every need. Still nursing a wounded heart thanks to her recent breakup, Hailey is perfectly content with some harmless online flirting...until she has to meet her client. Face to face. Cue: utter panic.
Matt Eriksson is no stranger to heartbreak. He's still not over the destruction of his marriage, and it sucks to be the only guy on the team who knows the truth--that hockey and long-term relationships are a toxic mix. He barely sees his kids, and dealing with his ex makes him feel insane. The only person in his life who seems to understand is someone who won't show her pretty face.
But it's nothing that a pair of fourth row hockey seats can't fix. Hailey can't resist the offer. Matt can't resist Hailey. Good thing he doesn't have to. Fire up the kiss cam!
“Las mejores cosas de la vida son las que no esperas”
“No quiero fallarle. Puede que no sea capaz de prometer para siempre, pero creo que su divorcio también la arruinó. Creo que necesita pasar tiempo con un hombre que pueda mostrarle lo jodidamente buena que es”
“No puedo apartarme de esos ojos. Siento que algo está sucediendo ahora mismo. Algo extrañamente intimo y terriblemente intenso y, sin embargo, todo lo que estamos haciendo es mirarnos el uno al otro”
“Sonríe, y la imagen calienta mi corazón. Este hombre es tan jodidamente atractivo”
“No tiene idea de cuánto significa esto para mí. Pasé el último año y medio creyéndome incapaz de ser la pareja de nadie. Y tal vez sea cierto. Pero al pasar su día conmigo, y su noche, Hailey me permite creer que no soy una causa perdida, que vale la pena compartir mi vida desordenada”