This is a story about romance.
Well, it’s not a story. I mean, it’s not something somebody made up. It’s about me. And yeah, in case you’re wondering, I’m a guy.
Surprised? Sure you are. You figure those words just don’t go together. Romance, with a capital R. Guy, with a capital G. You’re probably sitting there and smirking. What could a dude possibly know about romance? You figure we’re big on sex. But romance?
Romance is not a male thing.
And that’s exactly my problem.
The bottom line is that whatever you think you know about men and romance is pretty much correct. You figure we’re big on the F-word as long as it stands for Fuck and not Forever.
That’s all it is.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Title: The F-Word
Author: Sandra Marton
"A picture swims in my head of a guy standing in an elevator with a box of Tide in his arms."
Rarely do I find myself having to quiet myself down because I'm laughing too much, but that's exactly what happened when I read The F-Word by Sandra Marton. I laughed so much that the bed shook underneath me and more than once I was asked why I was laughing. Only, how could I explain that the antics of a business owner wanting to avoid a long term commitment whose thoughts were as blunt as those of so many I know, but with the humourous twist, and he's not afraid to help his friends, no matter how 'out there' the idea might be. So it's no wonder that when his personal assistant Bailey tells a lie to her mother, Matt jumps in to sole the problem the only way he can think about: pretend to be her lover and fool her family.
"I'm gonig away with her for the weekend to get even with Cousin Violet Who Once Killed A Doll Named Suzy, not beacause I have the hots for Bailey. I mean, Bailey's good people. She's sweet, she's smart, and she's efficient. What she isn't, is hot."
No matter what Matt first imagined about Bailey, he's the first to admit his mistake when he gets to know the true woman that is Bailey. Never would have he imagined that in a few short days he'd be taken for a ride trying to reconcile the woman who is his assistant and the woman who is sexual and beautiful. This was an absolute treat to read and I loved the F-Word. This only proved that I need to read more from Sandra Marton.
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