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Ryan grew up the troublesome, spoiled child of a rock god. With her
less-than-stellar parentage, and the bipolar disorder that has plagued her
existence, to say this little firecracker is a handful would be the
understatement of the century.
spent more than half his life saving Pepper. He’d been her strength, her
sanity, and the protective brotherly figure she never wanted to have.
just when Sammy thought he had everything he wanted, Pepper ran.
twenty-three, Pepper returns to Sugartown, a failed tattoo artist with one too
many screws loose who’s down on her luck, wielding an ice cream van as beaten
up as her heart.
most coveted bachelor has always been content with the quiet life he leads
until Pepper, the hellion from his past, returns to test his strength, his
patience, and perhaps even his sanity. But two can play at that game, and
Pepper is about to learn that Sam can give as good as he gets.
this good country boy survive Pepper’s cruel city world, or will the whole
thing be put down to a bout of temporary insanity?
thing is for certain:
18+ audience. Contains sexual content, oodles of profanity, a firefighter so
hot you may need a very cold shower, and one pink-haired crazy Harajuku girl.
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brushes a hand over his chin, an attempt to remove crumbs that aren’t there.
Because why the hell else would I be staring at him like I wanted to give birth
to his giant, Viking children?
single look. “You haven’t even heard the best part yet.”
came a little.
don’t think you can claim sainthood from an occupation.”
there? This is why you need to be telling bitches that shit when we go out to
pick up. Look at her, right now she’s imagining sliding down your fireman’s
pole. I’m telling ya, you gotta use that shit, man. It’s fucking gravy, baby.”
He laughs again, and then says, “Or baby gravy, depending on which way you look
just for a second, put aside the fact that you’re imagining those rock hard abs
all greased up and covered in soot, and ash, and splashed all over the month of
January, and think about this. Sam is a fireman. Fireman S—“Holy shit!” I
exclaim, so loud that every pair of eyes in the room turn to look at me “You’re
fireman Sam! We used to watch that show?” I implore, and then, because I don’t
feel I’ve made enough of an arse of myself I sing the theme song,finishing with a pointed, “You
are the hero next door!”
loud guffaw fills the room. “Fireman Sam. Dude that’s fucking gold!”
thirty-something, USA TODAY Best
Selling Author, doctor, pilot and CIA agent.
She’s also a compulsive,
flagrant prevaricator who gets to make things up for a living.
technically exist, Carmen grew up in a small Australian town just like it, and
just like her characters, she always longed for something more. They didn’t
have an Elijah Cade, though.
be sure she would have never left.