The book you’ve been waiting for – Something Like This – The Men of Evansdale County is one week away! After The Space Between Us came out, that’s what everyone asked me over and over! “When do we get Vin and Von?” Well the wait is over!
And as a little peek – Chapter One of Something Like This
©Alyne Hart 2018
Fun fact. I love douche bags.
There’s just something about an overly cocky guy that drives me wild.
I don’t know what it is, really. Maybe it’s the over-use of the word bro, or that they think tank tops with quotes about their ‘guns’ are always in season, even if it’s snowing. Maybe it’s the way they wear sunglasses in nightclubs and how they show off their abs every chance they get. Maybe it’s the tight t-shirts that smell like cheap drugstore body spray, or the way they chug energy drinks like I guzzle coffee. Maybe it’s the monster-sized ego’s that makes them think they are quite literally God’s gift to women. And to the world.
The real reason I think, is that I like to knock them down a peg or two. And maybe it’s a little about the abs.
Like the guy sitting in booth six. He has all the telltale signs of being a total d-bag. Sunglasses on while he eats his eggs and hash-browns. Muscle shirt that reads ‘suns out, guns out’, backward flat-billed, white ball cap—and he’s shiny. Really freaking shiny. Like maybe he’d coated himself in baby oil before he came here so that his massive, bronzed muscles would stand out even more.
I mean, really, they were pretty big. As in, they could probably get their own zip code big.
He was sitting in a booth with a pretty red-head who was hanging onto his every word. She was staring at him like he was the sun—and he was ignoring her and taking selfies. Of just himself. Which is a classic d-bag move. He’s done the duck face, the tongue out face, and the duck face with a peace sign.
Yep. Suspicions confirmed.
And the red-head? She didn’t seem to mind too much, she just chattered away and smiled at him. Poor girl. She’s just like me. Once you go douche, you don’t go back.
They’re addictive. Like when someone gives you a big box of chocolates and you say you’ll only to eat one, and suddenly you’ve not only binge watched six episodes of New Girl in a row, but the whole box is empty? Yeah, they’re like that. They make your brain go all gooey. It’s the swagger and the attitude. And the sex.
God, I miss sex.
With a deep sigh, I tore my gaze away from the couple in question and poured a cup of coffee for one of my regulars. Chase. He’s an adorable businessman who has excellent taste in ties, the best haircut I’ve ever seen and a smile that suggests he takes meticulous care of himself. He’s attractive—fine—he’s gorgeous in that whole chiseled jaw and tall dark and handsome way, and he flirts with me and leaves me huge tips, which I appreciate.
Plus his name is Chase. That already has romantic hero written all over it. But the story of Chase and me will never happen, and I’ll never find out if Chase kisses as good as I think he might. One of these days, he’ll make his move. He’ll slide me his business card along with my daily five-dollar tip for a one-dollar cup of joe. I’ll have to smile and shoot him down and possibly lose my daily five-dollar tip. Because that’s just my life now.
It all changed seven years ago, the minute I stared into those impossibly big, dark eyes and she yawned, stretching a tiny arm up that landed on my chin. That’s all it took for me to fall madly and hopelessly in love with my daughter. Real love. Not like the little puppy crushes I’d had, but an actual heart-melting, heart-wrenching, throw myself in front of a bus for another human being kind of love.
Life now? I wake up early and start the water for the fields and feed the animals. Then I shower and get ready for my job at Charlie’s diner. At night it’s me, my little girl Violet and my father—playing, making dinner and hanging out. I finish any remaining chores out in the fields, then I sit in the living room binge watching shows on Netflix or watch Dancing With the Stars with my dad until I pass out. On weekends Violet and I hang out with my bestie, Emma, and her kids, and sometimes her husband Dean watches all three of the kids so we can have a girl’s night. That’s my life now.
I’m a mom and everything I do, I do for her.
No dating. No guys, especially no d-bags or gorgeous businessmen in charcoal colored suits with teal colored ties. And no sex.
Thank God for vibrators.
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