A hot, grumpy wildlife vet . . . and otters. You’re welcome.
Broody wildlife veterinarian Griffin Foster is done. Done trying to save the world. Done getting attached. He’s been fired twice for standing his ground and now he’s going to be content--by God--in small-town Louisiana, in a small veterinary practice, where there will only be small problems.
Quiet and boring, though? Um, no. He’s been adopted by a loud, crazy Cajun family with a tiny petting zoo for him to care for. Hey, it’s not endangered tigers at a nationally renowned zoo, but a family of otters--and all the gumbo he can eat--isn’t a bad deal.
Until she shows up. Again.
The sunny, gorgeous optimist who stole his heart--and his favorite shirt--two months ago. Who clearly hasn’t heard the word “no” enough in her life. And who is the first woman to put even a tiny crack in his don’t-get-attached wall.
He doesn’t.
Worse, sparring with his unforgettable one-night stand is more fun than he’s had in a long time.
But watching wears-designer-dresses Charlie find her dream job amongst a bunch of goats, alpacas, and otters is a surprise.
And her helping him find his passion again is...well, irresistible.
Dammit.
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Excerpt
He lifted a brow. “Are you going to actually be helpful
now or not?”
She loved every single thing
about this petting zoo.
“Oh, I’m not going
anywhere,” she told him. “I’m definitely going to help.”
He sighed.
Feeling suddenly lighter and
happier than she had in a long time—and that was saying something as she was
generally light and happy, not to mention on her way to Paris soon—Charlie turned
back to the animals.
“Okay, now that we know each
other better, how about you all be sweet and head back to the barn?”
Not one animal even looked
at her.
“Hey, Stan?” she called to
the big goat. “You’re clearly a leader. How about you show me that you can do
some good with all that staunch determination and lead everyone back to the
barn?”
“You can’t be serious,” the
guy said. “Talking to them isn’t going to work.”
“Talking is what I do.”
“No kidding.”
She just lifted a brow. “So
what should I do instead?”
Maybe he could give her an
opening for charming him into putting that very nice, smirky, sarcastic mouth
against hers and…
“Nudge ’em,” he said simply.
Now she blinked at him.
“What?”
“Nudge them,” he said again.
“Just… nudge them? As in, push
them?” She narrowed her eyes. Were they talking about goats? Or were they maybe
talking about grumpy farmers who needed more than a subtle flirtation to make a
move?
“Sometimes that’s all they
need.”
Okay then. She was going to
keep that in mind.
“So…” He nodded toward the
goats.
She blew out a breath. Okay,
so for right now, they were talking about goats.
Charlie approached the
smallest of the animals. He—or she—looked up at her. “Hello, I’m Charlotte.
Would you please accompany me across the street back to your barn?” She heard
the man’s snort even from a distance. That made her smile even though she was
still stuck with the problem of herding goats.
The goat, of course, didn’t
move a step.
“I would very much enjoy it
if you would grant me the pleasure of your company across the street at your
barn,” she told the goat.
This time the goat didn’t
even lift his head.
Charlie propped a hand on
her hip. “I don’t feel that we know each other well enough for me to actually
put my hands on your body, so it really would be easier if you would just head
in the general direction of your barn.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Suddenly
the man was back beside her.
He bent and lifted the goat,
and Charlie couldn’t help but think this had worked out very well.
She hadn’t had to touch the
goats, but she hadn’t been entirely unhelpful to him.
Okay, that wasn’t true. She
had been completely unhelpful to him. But she hadn’t left him out
here with the goats alone.
The man pivoted and pressed
the goat to her chest. Instinctively her arms went up and around it. He let go.
And just like that, she had
her arms full of goat.
Charlie gasped, partially in
surprise and partially because it only took her a millisecond to think about
the fact that she now had a barnyard animal up against her Alex Perry cocktail
dress.
“You have to be kidding,”
she said to the man.
“When nudging doesn’t work,
sometimes you have to get hands-on.”
Charlie blew out a breath.
She was tucking that away in her idea of how to handle him too. But she was
preoccupied at the moment.
And not so sure she wanted
to kiss him after all.
No, that wasn’t true. She
still wanted to kiss him. Especially now that he was standing closer.
Even if she had to kiss him
over the back of a goat.
Which probably meant she
really wanted to kiss him.
About Erin
Nicholas
New
York Times and USA
Today bestselling author Erin Nicholas has been writing romances almost as
long as she’s been reading them. To date, she’s written over thirty sexy,
contemporary novels that have been described as “toe-curling,” “enchanting,”
“steamy,” and “fun.” She adores reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines, and
happily ever afters.
Erin lives in the Midwest, where she enjoys spending time with her husband (who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books), her kids (who will never read the sex scenes in her books), and her family and friends (who claim to be “shocked” by the sex scenes in her books).
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