A Perfect Romance by Layce Gardner & Saxon Bennett

Author:Layce Gardner & Saxon Bennett [Gardner, Layce & Bennett, Saxon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Square Pegs Ink
Published: 2015-10-29T23:00:00+00:00

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Excerpt from Bad Romance:

After the firemen left, Kimmy's entire apartment was smoke-filled and water-logged. There was no way she could stay there, so I gallantly offered my place. It only took one trip to pile everything she owned into the backseat of Betty—two suitcases, one passed-out dog, a toothbrush, a flat iron, a dog bowl, a blowdryer and half a bag of thawed corn. It all smelled like a campfire. Especially the dog.

After the cold shower I got from the fire department, I was stone cold sober and not sure I wanted to be. I knew that with Kimmy I was in over my head, but I didn't know what to do about it. I didn't even know if I wanted to do anything about it. All I knew was I wanted to get Kimmy out of my head and into my bed.

I drove with my hands on the wheel and one eye on the rear view mirror watching for any sign of life from Snickerdoodle. He was stretched out on top of the suitcase in the backseat. The only way I knew he was alive was because he hiccupped every other beat.

"It's so nice of you to offer me a place to stay," Kimmy said all formally-sounding like I hadn't gone down on her and given her the orgasm of her life. (Her words, not mine.)

I waved away her words with a devil-may-care toss of my hand. "I have lots of room. It's a big house, old, but big. Maw Maw lives with me, but in the mother-in-law house out back. She only comes in to cook, do laundry and stuff. You can stay as long as you want, you know, as long as you need to get back on your feet."

I pulled into the driveway of my house and shut off the engine. Betty's headlights were a little cockeyed and they shone eerily at the turret on the side of the house. My old house was built by my great-grandfather, Daniel Dooley. Daniel was a carpenter by trade. Unfortunately, he was missing his left arm. He was fond of telling anybody who would listen that he got caught in a bear trap and had to chew off his own arm to escape. That was a lie, but it was a good one, and most people believed it. He didn't let having only one arm stop him from building things. His career soared after he said he ate off his arm. People either liked the novelty of hiring him or they felt sorry for him. Either way, half the town hired him to build their new homes. Which explained why most of the houses in town listed several feet to the left.

My old house not only leaned several feet port side like a drunken sailor, but it sunk some in the middle too. It looked like a soufflé that had fallen in the oven.

"What's that thing?" Kimmy asked, pointing up.

"That's called a turret. They were originally designed as defensive fortification during the Middle Ages.

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