Warning: Small-town-itis is contagious, even to porn stars.
About Fire Trucks, Garter Belts, & My Perfect Ex:
A full-length sex-positive romantic comedy!
After facing the same health scare that took her mother, adult film star Vera Eastman sets out on a road trip to finish her mom’s bucket list. First stop, the hometown she escaped the moment she graduated. Her defiant arrival puts her face-to-face with her first love—her first everything—Jack Reeves.
Jack’s still the guy who can steal her heart with a smile, but he hasn’t forgiven her for leaving, and avoiding him proves difficult. Not only is he her grandma’s neighbor, but Grandma pays Jack to mow the lawn shirtless, and his firefighter job has him frequently rescuing Vera, as her ability to find trouble—was it her fault the ladder on the water tower broke?—becomes as formidable a matchmaker as her grandma.
Small-town-itis must be contagious. That’s the only explanation for Grandma’s stupid cat being in love with Jack’s damn dog, for Vera’s sudden urge to move home, and for her falling for Jack all over again. Eating chocolate body paint out of the jar can’t even help her with this mess.
Read an Excerpt:
“Welcome to the stage the first quarterback to lead the Grenadine Tigers to a state victory, his graduating class’s homecoming king and valedictorian, and winner of the highest bid for the last three auctions…”
My entire body stilled at Tamicka’s words. Jack.
“…Jack Reeves!”
At the sound of my ex’s name, years of laughter, memories of making out under the bleachers, and the feeling of his skin against mine all slammed into me at once, forcing me back a step. I mumbled an apology to whoever I’d walked into, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t move.
My Jack.
I dropped my phone, my hand unable to figure out how to hold it anymore. What were hands, even? All of my brain power went to staring at the amazingly sexy man who slid forward and into a dance move I had taught him when we were kids, his hips rotating as he spun around.
Eleven years had been very, very kind to this man. He had been the cutest boy I had ever seen when he was seventeen. Now he was off the charts. My mouth went dry. My eyes nearly fell out of my head.
The reddish-brown hair I had loved to rake my hands through was still short on the sides, but now a little longer on top. His once clean-shaven face now sported a close-cropped beard that I bet would feel amazing against my thighs. I had kissed every single freckle that dotted his fair skin over and over again.
He was still…
And his smile…
The way his collarbone…
Those forearms…
All the women around me, and some of the men, started murmuring and reaching into their purses and wallets.
I’d known it was a probability I’d see him while I was here, but I hadn’t expected to suddenly feel like I was home. I twisted the gold band on my right ring finger over and over again, concentrating on yoga breathing so I didn’t pass out or do something stupid.
I raised my hand, not even sure what Tamicka was saying or if bidding had begun. All I knew was that I needed to be near him again. “Three thousand dollars!” I yelled.
Well, so much for not doing something stupid.
About Heather:
When she's not pretending to be a rock star with purple hair, award-winning author Heather Novak is crafting sex positive romance novels to make you swoon! After her rare disease tried to kill her, Heather mutated into a superhero whose greatest power is writing romance that you can't put down.
Heather tries to save the world (like her late mama taught her) from her home in the coolest city in the world, Detroit, Michigan, where she lives with Mr. Heather and their hypoallergenic pets.
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