No, that’s a lie, I don’t remember. I’ve had most of New York City and I don’t really remember any of them. There’s only ever been one. . .
This is my story. Read it, don’t read it. I really don’t give a damn. It’s not going to change my life, so why the hell should I care?
Because I don’t care about anything.
Not since her.
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The fact of the matter was that I had slept with a lot of girls. It wasn’t something I was particularly proud of, but there were worse things to be addicted to.
Tonight I’d chosen the grocery store as my hunting ground. The raven-haired firecracker from the other night had left me feeling dirty, so I was in the mood for something sweet. It was just a guess, but I figured women who spent their Friday evening grocery shopping were probably more innocent.
And I was totally in the mood for innocence.
Wandering the aisles I did some of my normal shopping, placing a few things I needed in one of those hand basket things then I took my spot by the cereals. Yes, the cereal aisle. You want to talk about innocence—it doesn’t get any more wholesome than cereal.
I picked up my box of Fruity Pebbles and stood there, pretending to study the nutritional information. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long before someone joined me. Someone up there must have been smiling down on me because the first girl to walk down the aisle was a solid “eight.”
With auburn hair and her nose and cheeks covered in freckles, she was definitely what I would call “cute.” The clothes she wore put her at college-aged, or certainly fresh out, and her hand basket was empty. She was definitely here to pick up her dinner.
And the best student dinner?
Told you—I was a genius.
She was likely homesick too. Missing out on a good home-cooked meal. Poor thing. But never mind, her night was about to get a whole lot better.
She stopped next to me and grabbed some healthy bullshit. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at her and my lips tipped upward in a smile. When I spoke, I kept my eyes fixed on the shelves, but I knew she’d know I was talking to her. They always did.
“I’m trying to convince myself that Fruity Pebbles are healthy.”
She giggled. “Yeah, sorry to inform you but they’re not.”
She blushed, her face a shade comparable to her hair.
“Dinner?” I asked, turning to face her and gesturing to the lack of food in her basket.
“Am I that transparent?”
“No, I’m just a good guesser.” I stuck my hand out for her. “Rob,” I said as we shook hands.
“And just in case you were wondering, I’m a fabulous cook.”
Review: Rob, Rob, Rob...I don't even know where to start with this guy. The books in this series reminded very much of a modern day St. Elmo's Fire, and this was basically the Rob Lowe character that we all know and love...and love to hate. Rob is so broken from something in his past, and we slowly get small glimpses as to what that something was - or who.
Rob is the slightly alcoholic, always up for a good time, one night stand loving fourth in the foursome of Emma, Shane, Tyler and himself. He brings home a different girl every few nights, and, to be honest, I did not like his character very much, at all. There was one girl that he brought home from a grocery story that I just felt bad for - mainly because he knew from the beginning that he was taking advantage of her innocence, her "daddy issues", and her overwhelming desire to have connection with someone. You know that guy...the guy we all hate when he breaks our, or our friends', hearts...but we date him, anyway!
Rob's world turns upside down, however, when he runs into someone from his past - the someone...Jenny. It's the girl from the tattoo! He spends the rest of the book trying to figure out his love for her, and yet, he is also lucky enough to find someone right under his nose that also cares for him! I just watched from that point on as he went back and forth - couldn't make up his mind - and continued chasing after the poison from his past. Then, life happens and Rob must figure out who truly has his heart, or who truly deserves his heart.
I really liked this third book. I felt that it brought everything together for Rob, Emma, and Shane...and somewhat for Tyler, as well. I felt like I was back watching some of my favorite "Brat Pack" movies as I read through these books. Good reads!
Be sure to check out the rest of the Series of Imperfections!
Despite being happy with her current situation, a big family announcement leaves Emma questioning whether she is truly content with her life. With her thirtieth birthday fast approaching she vows to find her 'perfect' man any way she can. But Emma will soon discover that the path of true love never runs smoothly and that sometimes, instead of chasing love, you have to wait for love to find you...
When nothing in your life goes right … go left.
Tyler Johnston has a life that would be the envy of most twenty-somethings. He lives in New York City, surrounded by his closest friends, has a job in a field he loves, and remains unattached—able to flit from one lady to the next without responsibility. Only problem is, Tyler isn’t in his twenties anymore…
Having watched two of his best friends fall in love and start a family, Tyler is left wondering what will become of his life. So when life hands Tyler his happy ever after, he struggles with his conscience. Can something be right when it’s so very, very wrong? Because everyone knows that two wrongs don’t make a right. In fact, most of the time, they just make things a whole lot worse.
A.E. lives in Vacationland with her husband and two children. Between her real job and writing she finds little time to enjoy life’s finer things. However in the free time she does manage to steal, she enjoys spending time with friends and family and reading. A.E. is the author of Kismet and A Series of Imperfections: Imperfectly Perfect, Imperfectly Real, and Imperfectly Bad. She is currently writing her fifth book, Working Girl.
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