“Sometimes love happens when you least expect it.” That was what my husband’s mistress told me the day I found out about their affair.
I didn’t believe it until five minutes later when mouth-watering celebrity chef Tanner Reese walked up, tossed his arm around my shoulders, and told my cheating husband to take a hike.
Tanner and I couldn’t have been more different. He spent his weekends at clubs, rubbing elbows with fellow A-listers. I spent mine in yoga pants with cheese boards and a glass of wine—or six.
Our relationship shouldn’t have worked, but it did. That is until Tanner proved to me that even though love happens when you least expect it…
So does heartbreak.
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Reviewed by Lindsey
Oh how I loved this book! I was seriously taken from the first word to the last. I enjoyed the angst and tension and all the ups and downs. It was just a feel good read. I laughed so much! Definitely one I will not be forgetting for a while and easy to recommend.
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Reviewed by Robin
After finding out her husband of seven years was cheating on her, Rita Laughlin just wants to find herself. She feels like her identity was all wrapped up in her husband when Tanner Reese basically comes to her rescue and helps her save face. There is undeniable attraction between these two but after separating from her husband, Rita wonders if it’s too soon to start something with Tanner who she feels is the perfect man. What would he want with someone ordinary like Rita?
“He was so cliché. We’d been together for nine years, married for seven and the fact that he wasn’t in love with her was supposed to somehow make an affair acceptable? Forget that I was dying inside. Forget that, since I’d first laid eyes on him, I had never considered being with another man. Forget that I’d given him my entire life. Every hope. Every dream. Every want. Every desire. And he’d thrown them all away for a piece of ass.”
I was so excited when I realized that this was Porter’s brother Tanner! I pretty much squealed out loud! I needed to know what was going on between Tanner and Rita. Poor Rita. It really tore my heart open with how callous her husband was about cheating on her and how she should just be able to forgive him and move forward. I was glad that Rita was able to get angry and stand up for herself. And Tanner…omg that man. He really had a bottomless bucket of patience to be willing to wait for Rita to be ready. This story was all about when you find love looking for you, it doesn’t wait for the perfect time. When your lives are all perfectly aligned…no…love has its own time table and if you aren’t willing to accept it…you just might miss your happily ever after.
Thank you for a wrap up to one that blended perfectly with Charlotte and Porter’s story. I fell in love with Tanner while watching them fall in love and I just grew to love him more in his own book. He was a character that just was begging to have his own happy ever after.
I shifted the phone to my other ear and asked her, “Did you just get in bed?”
“If, by bed, you mean carrying a glass of wine out back to swing in the hammock, maybe.”
I bit my bottom lip, my head falling back against the headrest. For most men, this would have been an innocuous statement. But for a hammock connoisseur like myself, this was the normal guy equivalent of her saying that she liked to give blowjobs during halftime.
“You have a hammock out back?”
There was a delay in her response, which was followed by a subtle kiss of her lips on what I assumed was a wine glass. “Don’t knock it until you try it. It’s one of the most underrated luxuries in outdoor furniture.”
“Oh, I’m not knocking anything. Rope or quilted?”
“Oh, sweet heavenly baby Jesus, she’s beautiful and knows her hammocks. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
She giggled, pausing for another sip. “You know, if you leaked this hammock fetish to the press, you could probably increase demand by five million percent and singlehandedly lower the country’s unemployment rate.”
Okay, so at some point during the day, she’d figured out who I was.
But! Even with this knowledge, she was trying to avoid a date with me and was not elbow-deep in planning our televised wedding. This was a definite plus in my book.
“Yeah, but then, when I talked to beautiful women like yourself, I’d have no idea if the hammock was your idea or a ploy to impress me.”
“Jeez, that’s sad, Tanner,” she said, her sweet Southern accent like a wave rolling over my name.
I’d meant it as a joke, but it was the absolute truth when it came to dating. Early on in my career, I’d done a rapid-fire interview about my personal life. One of the questions had been: What would your ideal woman order on the first date? Truth be told, the only thing I hoped my ideal woman would order was something she wanted. I didn’t factor into that. But I’d been on my last question in my last interview of the last day of a month-long press tour. My face had hurt from fake smiling, I’d been in desperate need of a shower, a smoke, and sleep, and my mind had been mush, so I’d prattled off the first thing that had come to mind: shrimp and grits.
That one little answer somehow made it onto my Wiki page, and after that, every woman I’d taken out ordered shrimp and grits. One of them even had a shellfish allergy and nearly ended up in the hospital. And this insanity was not limited to women outside of the spotlight.
I’d once gone on a date with America’s princess of pop, Levee Williams. We’d hit it off at a charity event. For one of the most famous women in the world, she was a surprisingly nice girl, gorgeous, and funny as all get out. But the first time I took her out? One guess what she ordered.
I was at the end of my rope with dating and lost my freaking mind before storming out like an asshole. That night, as I was reporting shrimp and fucking grits as an error to Wiki, I noticed that her page listed it as her favorite food. I’d never had the balls to contact her again, and I once hid behind a palm tree on Rodeo Drive when I heard the clamoring of paparazzi calling her name. But that’s neither here nor there.
In short, while finding a woman was all too easy, dating was hard.
But that wasn’t about to stop me from trying with Rita.
ABOUT ALY MARTINEZ
Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four young children.
Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and baked feta. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.
She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.