I wasn’t sure what to expect from this book since I’ve never heard of Christina Hovland before. I’m always a bit hesitant with brand new authors–don’t get me wrong I love trying new authors and helping them out. I always have a bit of fear. Is the writing as good as the blurb or will I be left questioning why I agreed to even read it. Thankfully, I quite enjoyed this book. No that’s not true–I loved it! I loved for many reasons. First, the last few weeks I’ve struggled with depression and some personal issues. Second, the book is hilarious! I laughed so much! It brightened my day when I was reading it. I have to say that his grandmother is my favorite character!! Just glancing down on the page and seeing her name, I knew something was coming. She’s that kind of character.
Oh and it’s book 2 of Mile High Matched Series. I didn’t realize this until I went to Goodreads. Of course, I had to add book 1 to my TBR on Goodreads and Amazon. I can’t wait until I get to read it.
Jase Dvornakov has had a rough few years–divorced, recently returned from a war zone, and completely heartbroken. He’s used to disarming bombs for the Navy, now he’s a florist. Quite the life change. But thanks to his family, he’s coming out of his depression. Now, if he can get his highly involved family to leave him alone and quit bringing eligible women to him, life would be grand. Sick of his meddlesome grandmother and mother, he tells them he can’t go on yet another blind date because the baker next door broke his heart. In a way she did–she did turn down his date that morning. What happens next is completely unpredictable and changes everything in Jase’s life.
Heather Reese finally made the plunge–she opened her cookie shop. A dream she’s had for years. She sold her car to buy a pink and yellow van with a giant cookie attached and most of her most prized possessions. That van is almost more important than the shop itself. Things are finally coming together for her. Until her boyfriend breaks up with her, evidently she’s fun and exciting, but not good enough for long term. She doesn’t understand it either since he’s the third guy to tell her that. She volunteers at the local retirement and assisted living facility. They always appreciate her. Heather doesn’t want to admit that the hot florist …is hot. He’s asked her out a few times, but she knows how it will end. How can she do that since the guy is a business neighbor and he’s best friends with Brek, her besties hubby (their story is book 1). Nope, not doing it. But an incident happens that brings them together. Oh and she did agree to be his ex-girlfriend to keep his meddling family out of his life. Yeah, that’s not working out so well since his grandmother thinks she works for Heather…and that’s only the beginning of what that old lady does. Heather kinda likes the kookiness …oh and her cookie recipes put Heather’s to shame. How can walk away from the passive aggressive woman who re-arranges her entire apartment…and life? Let alone walk away from her grandson?
Can Jase get his family to butt out of his life?
Can he convince Heather that they should be and stay together?
Will Jase’s grandmother ever stay out of trouble? Doubtful.
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It’s all fun and games until somebody falls in love…
Jase Dvornakov has always loved women, 80’s hair band music, and things that go boom. He used to disarm bombs in the Navy, but he’s back in Denver after a mission overseas went sideways and destroyed his future, including his marriage. Now he arranges flowers in his family’s floral business because flowers don’t explode.
Cookie-baker extraordinaire, Heather Reese, has had one too many rounds of heartache, so she’s sworn off men and prefers to spend her evenings binge-watching game shows. Plus her no-men rule gives her time to focus on her dream come true—Heather’s Cookie Co.—her very own bake shop with an underground following for naughty shaped treats. She refuses to be interested in the hot-shot florist across the street. He is trouble with a capital T. Sexy trouble, but still, a hook-up with Jase is a hard nope.
Desperate to avoid his family’s incessant matchmaking, a fake breakup with the beautiful Heather is just what the florist ordered. If his family believes Heather decimated his heart, they’ll leave him alone. Heather isn’t so keen on the idea, but Jase is determined to make it worth her while. When a pretend breakup becomes the real romance neither was expecting, together they’ll have to decide if it’s finally time to light the fuse on love…
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“Heather?” Jase stuck tape on the corners of the top poster.
“Hmm?” Her eyes met his again, because she refused to show weakness.
“You catching that?” he asked, his focus returning to the poster and the tape.
Poster in hand, he moved to the front window and pressed it against the glass, smoothing it before turning back to her. “Catching the little buzz we have going on between us.”
“A little… The thing is…” C’mon, Heather, be strong. You are the cookie lady now. You don’t date. You are all you need. That’s what the podcast she’d been listening to said to her over and over again. Mantra in hand, she slapped on her I’m-in-charge-here-buddy mask. “It would never work between us.”
The edges of his lips ticked up ever so slightly. “You can’t know that.”
Oh, she knew.
He sauntered toward her.
Unwilling to back down, she stepped toward him. Expression firm, she said, “I can already see exactly how this whole thing would play out if we let it. You’d start with a horrible pickup line.”
“Guilty.” His hands fell to the belt loops of his jeans.
Her palm itched to press against the front of his tee, but she refrained. “Then I’d counter with a witty response. This time, my reply would be even better. Funny, intelligent…everything.”
“Now, that I’d like to hear.” Nothing but a foot of crackling air sizzled between them.
“Trust me, if I had said it, it would have been epic. You can’t repeat something like that. It has to happen in the moment.” She shook her head, the sleek ponytail she’d carefully arranged earlier brushing against the collar of her jacket.
“That right there is why we wouldn’t have worked out. I mean, you couldn’t even come up with a snappier reply.” He crossed his arms, the little veins of his muscled forearms flexing with the motion.
“Oh, I would’ve. It would’ve been the best response in the history of pickup line replies.”
“I don’t believe you.” The glimmer in his eyes lit up his entire face.
He was enjoying this exchange entirely too much.
Control. She needed the power back. “Trust would’ve always been one of your issues in our relationship.”
“Maybe you just couldn’t be honest with me about how you felt. That’s probably why we would have always argued.” He raised his eyebrows in a clear ultimatum.
She stepped the tiniest bit closer to him. “Let’s say you threw out that awful line again. The one about taking me out.”
“I’m with you so far.” He glanced down to the floor in clear acknowledgment of her movement forward, but he held his ground.
“We’d banter for a good bit—”
His face sparked with humor. “Sounds about right.”
“Both of us would get that tingly feeling of attraction. You know the one.” So maybe she made her voice a little breathier than usual. Sue her.
His mouth parted, the exaggerated fullness of his lower lip apparent. “You have a tingly feeling?”
She shook her head and raised a hand. Not touching his chest like she desperately wanted to, but getting within millimeters. “That’s not the important part. Eventually, you would convince me to go on a date.”
“I’d take you to this great taco stand. I love tacos.”
“Despite that, I’d probably let you take me out again. And again,” she said, not willing to acknowledge the way she wanted to nip at his lip with her teeth.
He nodded. “I’m digging this relationship so far.”
“Eventually, you’d ask me to move in. I’d say no. You’d pressure me, even though I wouldn’t be ready.”
“What can I say? I wouldn’t want to spend a night away from you. No use paying for two apartments.”
She shrugged, dropping her hand. “I’d cave, and we’d finally move in together—”
“Do we get to hook up first? Don’t skip that part.” This time he moved forward, just a smidge.
She stayed put. She refused to back up first. “Of course. It would be awful. Sorry Speed Racer, but I need more than three minutes of go time.”
“That’s not what you’d say after you screamed my name.” He leaned forward, the whisper of his words brushing against her ear.
God, there wasn’t but a breath of space between them. She was all turned-on Heather, ready to throw her why-have-a-man-when-you-can-have-cookies resolve away.
His breath smelled of cinnamon candy and coffee, turning her knees effectively to melted butter.
No, she stopped herself. Back to the fictional breakup at hand.
Cookies were just fine for her. Better, even.
“Then we would be horribly irresponsible one night and, surprise, it’s a boy!” She waved her hands and grinned.
He frowned. “I’d never be that irresponsible.”
“It would happen. And then you’d insist we get married in a huge production I’d totally resent.” Now, she stepped to the counter to grab the rest of the posters.
“C’mon, baby. I’d tell you we could keep it small.”
She held the posters against her front like weak card-stock armor. “It wouldn’t matter, you’d be all kinds of grumpy when you stopped getting your full three minutes on top. Before you could say ‘honeymoon,’ we’d hate each other. The divorce would be sweet relief for everyone involved, and we’d never speak again.” She flashed him a goodbye smile. “Aren’t you glad we aren’t doing that?”
Christina Hovland lives her own version of a fairy tale—an artisan chocolatier by day and romance writer by night. Born in Colorado, Christina received a degree in journalism from Colorado State University. Before opening her chocolate company, Christina’s career spanned from the television newsroom to managing an award-winning public relations firm. She’s a recovering overachiever and perfectionist with a love of cupcakes and dinner she doesn’t have to cook herself. A 2017 Golden Heart® finalist, she lives in Colorado with her first-boyfriend-turned-husband, four children, and the sweetest dog around.
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