September 24, 2016 by evesummers
I don’t want to touch it.
I really, really don’t.
He’s egotistical, crass, and my patient’s owner–which makes him totally off limits.
Yep, that’s right. He owns the wiener I’m currently working on.
A wiener dog–get your dirty mind out of the gutter.
I’ve also worked on his Spoodle, his Cocker-shitzu, and a Cheagle–don’t ask. (And no, it’s not a sexual position).
It doesn’t help that he also represents most of my joint-owned veterinary practice’s small clientele. We’d only just opened the doors a few months ago, and in he strode with a yelping Taco Terrier. One haughty look at our sparkling new facilities, he’d demanded royal treatment, even though I was currently finger deep up a squalling tom cat.
Ever since then, he expects me to serve him.
Any time. All the time.
Him and his revolving zoo of dogs.
One of these days, I’m going to swat him for being such a pompous ass but I can’t deny the way he handles his charges makes me want to see past the ‘do as I say and don’t ask questions’ barking exterior.
But then last week…he caught me staring at his um, cough, package.
His bossy commands switched to a cocky smirk.
He gave me permission to do something I promised myself I would never ever do.
I can touch it.
If I want…
This is one of those rare books during which I fell head over heels with the hero. Like, the type of book boyfriend love that actually makes your heart ache a little. This one took me a little longer to read than normal, because I had the urge to savour every word. It’s the type of book absolutely worth paying for.
But as my gaze landed on hammers and chisels and the occasional crude comment written by a finger in the dust on the kitchen top, I saw a man who had a fascination with fixing broken things.
Hunter (a.k.a. Pepper Winters) has such a way with words. The quotation above actually made me pause for a couple of re-reads; it’s something so simple, yet the detail involved of someone writing crude comments in the dust is just so human, and that’s what these characters felt to me. Complex. Human. Real. People I would love to meet and spend time with, people with flaws, people with passions.
Forever. What an odd concept of time. But suddenly, it was exactly what I wanted. With him. Always.
And not only was it deliciously sweet, actually giving me butterflies at several occasions, and others giving me a ridiculous grin while daydreaming about the notion of soulmates, but it was also deeply touching, and had a touch of the author’s preferred kinky sex scenes, too. This is, 100%, a one-handed read; and any romantic comedy which has the ability to make me laugh, feel very emotional, and also want to touch myself is absolutely worth reading.
And really, who can resist a cheeky pet-play scene?
This wasn’t sex. This was mating. This was crude and crazy and even slightly cruel, but shit, it was the best thing I’d ever done in my entire life.
One of the highlights of my year, this is a book that just has everything I could ever wish for in it.