SYNOPSIS: When your back is against the wall, can you change the person life’s experiences have molded you to be? Fiona Pierce is many things to many people. Dutiful daughter to her loving parents, fiercely loyal friend to her very tolerant bestie, half-assed employee to her laundry list of bosses, and dedicated fashion goddess and spreader of good cheer to the world at large. But Fiona is hiding something behind her irresistible smile – something she’s determined to keep to herself.
Mark Beckett doesn’t do complicated. Saddled with lingering baggage from his childhood, Mark sails through life one girl at a time – with frequent gym breaks in between. He likes his life just how it is and doesn’t see any need to change his work-hard/play-hard attitude.
When an unexpected blast from the past threatens to turn his family's life upside down, Mark finds help in the unlikeliest of places – specifically the pint-sized princess who has a knack for pushing his buttons.
Can you overcome your fears and embrace the happiness you might just deserve? And, perhaps more importantly, can you really fall in love with someone who is so damn insufferable?
EXCERPT: Chapter Five – I’ll Take Hell if Purgatory Is Anything Like This”
Sitting at a small table in the corner was a tiny shift of a girl I’d encountered once before.
The encounter had not gone well.
I’d tried to hit on her and she’d not only rebuffed me, but she’d insulted me repeatedly and without reason. It was just my luck to run into Fiona Pierce on what happened to be one of the shittiest mornings I’d had in a long while.
Unable to cease being a member of the male species, I looked her over and despite her diminutive size and overall insulting tone, I still found her to be physically appealing. What can I say? I own a penis.
She has delicate features but huge green eyes and light blond hair that falls around her shoulders and sweeps over her forehead. It’s almost as if an ever-present breeze accompanies her wherever she goes, causing her hair to float around her face in constant motion. There was just…something about her, some hint of fire I’d noticed the very first time I’d spotted her across Laney’s backyard. It was the very thing that had propelled me toward the deck where she’d been standing, where I’d then proceeded to bomb in a most spectacular fashion. That had been the day after Thanksgiving and I hadn’t seen her in the months since.
Until today of all days.
This book contains adult language and sexual content inappropriate for readers under 18.