The Problem With Dating
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- Brittainy C. Cherry (Écrivain)
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He had what Avery called RDF— resting dick face. A grumpy, hardened facial expression that read unapproachable.
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Une romance incroyable.
Brittainy nous livre encore une fois une small town romance dont elle seule a le secret.
Des personnages incroyablement touchants, adorables. Des secondaires attendrissants et que l'on se prend à adorer et enfin un méchant que l'on peut détester avec fierté.
Brittainy est décidément l'une des rares auteures capable d'écrire avec une plume si merveilleuse et de placer une blague familière sans perdre de sa prestance et de sa classe.
Je n'avais encore jamais lu cette auteure en version originale mais je suis encore plus tombée amoureuse de sa plume sans les déboires des traducteurs.
Merci Brittainy pour autant de belles sensations, de rires et d'émotions.
Que de belles paroles, de belles leçons de vie dans cette romance ❤
Encore une fois; j'ai absolument tout aimé dans ce livre.
Foncez !
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The Problem With Dating
- USA : 2023-10-12 (English)
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Résumé
If I had to choose a person to hate, Alex Ramírez would’ve been first on the list…
Welcome to Honey Creek, Illinois, where life was as sweet as the town’s name suggested. That was, until Mr. Fine Dining himself, Alex Ramírez, rolled into town with a permanent scowl. Even worse, he decided to park his snooty five-star restaurant across from my cozy dog daycare. He was tall, dark, and about as warm as a frozen entrée.
After one too many unpleasant interactions, I was determined to stay out of his way and to keep him out of mine.
But fate had a quirky sense of humor. When Alex inherited his great-aunt’s cranky canine, he had no choice but to come to me, the local dog whisperer, for help. As for me? I needed a fake boyfriend to ward off my ex-husband, who was determined to win me back.
So, we struck a deal: I’d turn his dog into the town's best-behaved pet, and in return, he’d be my arm candy for a few family events and social gatherings. Simple, uncomplicated, and absolutely not romantic—at least, that was what we told ourselves.
As we played house, I couldn't help but notice that underneath Alex’s prickly shell was a dash of charm that wasn't listed in the ingredients. Our pretend dates started to feel a little too real. And our feigned kisses? They were getting laughably close to crossing the line. Suddenly, our interactions felt less like a food fight and more like foreplay.
With every playful touch and lingering glance, I couldn't help but wonder: Was this fake relationship with Alex secretly penning its own authentic ending? Or was I risking it all for someone who was nothing more than make-believe?
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