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Kim Kerr has knocked it out of the park again! Nick and Tess's story was hilarious and heart warming. I loved how Kim threw in some inner thoughts from both of the characters in each chapter, it gives you such an extra treat.
Tess is a girl who is moving on with her life. After being cheated on and doing back to Chicago, Tess is looking for a fresh start. Opening her own place and making her own way. In the meantime she is also babysitting her best friends son.
The only twist?
She is baby sitting with Nick Carrington.
And that my friends is where the fun began. The tension between these two from the very start was great. This is a hate-to-love story that you just gobble up.
Kim throws us a few curves as she is well known for and we have the small bits of suspense in the story. I thought it was just enough to add something special to the story. I couldn't put it down and can't wait to read Jace's story.
This book had GREAT secondary characters and I want them ALL to have their own stories. All of them. Each one. Because can we talk about Ash? He needs a book too!
My best friend is married.
Everyone I know is married. It doesn’t bother me. I like my life the way it is.
Since I’m single though, when my best friend and her husband finally decide to go on their dream honeymoon, she asks me to watch their three-year-old son.
Of course I say yes.
What my best friend neglects to tell me is that I won’t be babysitting alone.
Feeling Max might be too much for me to handle, her husband asks his only single friend to help.
Nick Carrington and I have met a couple of dozen times. I’ve never really given him a second thought—other than to say he’s kind of a jerk. Out loud. So he can hear. Sure, he’s tall, dark, and handsome. And yes, he has the best ass I’ve ever seen, and I mean ever seen quite literally. You see he mooned me at last year’s Fourth of July barbecue because, like I said, he’s a jerk.
He always has to be the life of the party.
He’s also arrogant.
And a playboy.
I’d even go as far as to say he’s a manwhore.
Yet somehow before I know it, this manwhore and I are co-parenting. Living under the same roof. Eating meals together and yes, talking.
Don’t look at me like that—it’s not like I had a choice. Even though I knew every minute would be hell, I had to say yes.
But after two weeks what I didn’t expect to discover is that I’d been wrong about him.
That under his smart-ass exterior, he’s quite charming.
That his arrogance is really confidence.
And that the sight of his naked body would do really bad things to me.
So yes, I’d misjudged him. And yes, I like him. Really like him. Although I might still think he’s a jerk…I now think he’s a sexy jerk.
And I want more of him.
The question is—does he want more of me?