Feisty(Do-Over, #3)
by Julia Kent
Publication date: January 28th, 2020
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance
I’m not too proud to admit that finding Mr. Right involves swiping right. Right?
Welcome to dating in avocado toastland.
Here I am, on my first blind date, ever, courtesy of a smartphone app and my two annoying best friends.
So what is Chris “Fletch” Fletcher doing, walking across the room, looking at his phone like he’s pattern matching a picture to find a real person he’s never met before?
Oh.
Oh, no.
The guy I drop-kicked in seventh grade cannot be my blind date. The guy who earned me this infernal nickname.
That’s right.
Feisty.
More from New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent as Fiona “Feisty” Gaskill gets her chance at love – drop-kick included.
~ BOOK REVIEW for Feisty ~
****(3) out of 5 Stars!
This book had a total of one scene about dating app hook-ups (which really needed some further explanation and review), so the entire promo summary is a bit out of whack. The basic story of Fiona and Fletch getting over their shared childhood experience, and a recent traumatic event, is absolutely delightful. Once they let themselves, these two fall into an easy relationship that should be the envy of many. But listening to Fiona moan over and over again about how being nicknamed Feisty ruined her life (even though it clearly didn't), and spouting her new age gobbley-goop at every turn, was way past annoying. There were several times that I nearly put the book down because it was just alsmost too much. Still, a decent story with a (finally!) happily-ever-after, so possibly worth the effort, if you can wade through all of the rest.
I received a free eBook copy of this title from Xpresso Book Tours,
and have willingly provided an honest review.
Excerpt:
“Fletch?” I gasp as Perky smiles and walks away, abandoning me in my time of need.
“Hey, Fiona. What’re you doing here?” He looks down at my drink. “Nice penis.”
“Excuse me?”
He points to my chai latte. “Perky did a good job. I was in here last week and she made some beautiful flower patterns on my latte.” He frowns, then his eyebrows shoot up. “Hold on. Those weren’t flowers, were they?”
I laugh.
“Wow. And they seemed so… detailed. And gorgeous.”
My sides are splitting.
“Please… stop… flowers…” I gasp.
“That latte did give me a sudden desire to go to a Georgia O’Keeffe show, though.”
I rush to take a sip of my chai latte and make the penis go away. Fletch watches me, mouth spreading into a wider grin, his green eyes shining as he crosses his arms over his chest.
It’s only then that I realize he’s wearing real clothes. A crisp, light purple dress shirt, open at the neck, tucked into khahis. He has actual leather shoes – and not for weight lifting or cross-training – on his feet. His hair is styled but not sticky, and he has a close, clean shave.
His aftershave is divine.
“You’re not in workout gear. Or a paramedic’s uniform,” I say as I blot the foam on the tip of my nose, wondering if it’s ruined my makeup.
“And you look lovely tonight. A little overdressed for a Beanerino latte with Perky,” he says, waving to her from across the room as she swings a hand towel in the air like she’s a date-night air traffic controller.
“I have a date.”
“So do I.”
“You don’t have a man bun, do you?”
He looks down at his crotch. “Is that like camel toe for guys?”
“Hey, Fiona. What’re you doing here?” He looks down at my drink. “Nice penis.”
“Excuse me?”
He points to my chai latte. “Perky did a good job. I was in here last week and she made some beautiful flower patterns on my latte.” He frowns, then his eyebrows shoot up. “Hold on. Those weren’t flowers, were they?”
I laugh.
“Wow. And they seemed so… detailed. And gorgeous.”
My sides are splitting.
“Please… stop… flowers…” I gasp.
“That latte did give me a sudden desire to go to a Georgia O’Keeffe show, though.”
I rush to take a sip of my chai latte and make the penis go away. Fletch watches me, mouth spreading into a wider grin, his green eyes shining as he crosses his arms over his chest.
It’s only then that I realize he’s wearing real clothes. A crisp, light purple dress shirt, open at the neck, tucked into khahis. He has actual leather shoes – and not for weight lifting or cross-training – on his feet. His hair is styled but not sticky, and he has a close, clean shave.
His aftershave is divine.
“You’re not in workout gear. Or a paramedic’s uniform,” I say as I blot the foam on the tip of my nose, wondering if it’s ruined my makeup.
“And you look lovely tonight. A little overdressed for a Beanerino latte with Perky,” he says, waving to her from across the room as she swings a hand towel in the air like she’s a date-night air traffic controller.
“I have a date.”
“So do I.”
“You don’t have a man bun, do you?”
He looks down at his crotch. “Is that like camel toe for guys?”
Author Bio:New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 19 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing in 2020 and beyond.
From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).
She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.
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