Ticketing agent Jessamy Taylor has been in a dating slump exacerbated by
moving her sickly mother into her home. The truth is she’s never gotten over
the quirky Dr. Griffin Sanderson whose Obsessive Compulsive Disorder drives her
crazy, despite his excellent bedside manner.
Fly Me To The Moon is a love song covered by many, the most memorable being
Frank Sinatra. Griffin whistles this tune incessantly, but that’s just one of
the many odd quirks Jessamy Taylor either loves or hates about him. Since their
ill-fated love affair two years prior, she’s found no one to replace the good
A date with a self-absorbed jerk that goes awry for Jessamy somehow ends with
her in Griffin’s arms. Will the changes he’s made be enough this time, or will
secrets tear them apart?
Griffin petting a dog over there?”
with her hand and peered across the cul-de-sac. If she’d seen it first, she
might have choked on her lemonade, too. Griffin Sanderson was petting the
Fowlers’ dog. “Oh my God, he is!”
gazillion germs or something? And what happened to his glasses?”
that dogs are cleaner than humans. And Griffin got contacts.”
he’s looking kind of good, today. You might want to tap that again since he’s
had a makeover and all.”
there looks infinitely tappable.” Kyla set her drink on the table and folded
“He may look tappable today, but you didn’t have to experience what I did with
him as his girlfriend for two years. I should’ve called it quits after our
Christmas trip to the Poconos, but I had fallen for him, and like so many
misinformed women in history before me, I thought I could change him.”
been great together, twin OCD and all. And I thought you said the trip to the
Poconos was perfect.” Kyla said, air-quoting the word perfect.
until that trip. We had so much in common. We both loved science fiction. We
were both G.R.R. Martin geeks who watched the Game of Thrones show together and
nitpicked how the show differed from the books. And even though I had the books
on my kindle, he gifted me the hardbacks as a three-month anniversary present.”
Jessamy smiled at the memory.
enough to make regular folks gag.”
don’t—with your copious PDA?”
we don’t get all aroused over an episode of The Big Bang Theory.”
though.” Kyla actually twirled her hair.
Saturday morning nine holes with his boss. Ugh!”
all the people we can get to eat up all this food.” Jessamy eyed the tables
holding the Fowlers’ baby. Now doesn’t that make your ovaries want to explode?”
knowing the sight would slay her. Griffin never
held babies. She took it all in as if in slow motion. Mark was holding their
toddler in place as Jenny was cleaning up the sticky Popsicle he was covered
in, while Griffin was holding the four-month old. He cradled her a bit
nervously at first, then he seemed to get his baby-holding legs under him and
finally began to smile and talk to her.
Jessamy and Kyla could hear her baby giggle from
where they stood. “Aww!” They said in tandem.
Elle the author of sweet and spicy, contemporary romance. A lover of
books–many already written, and those she harbors in her very active
imagination. Writing is a passion she’s had for many years, but was unable to
act upon. Until now. Bev Elle is the mother of three human children and two
canines. She is also the lover of one husband 🙂 When Bev isn’t writing in her spare time after
work, she is thinking of doing so.