Book Scavenger Hunt 2019-06-21
But taking that initial leap of faith is difficult when you’ve tumbled in the turmoil of your past and you know just how much it hurts to relive it.
This is about Nikki Bloom's XOXO, Winter.
I get it.
I’ve been there.
I’ve made my fair share of mistakes
So why should I waste my mine?
It’ll always end the same.
Or, at least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I kept my head down and focused on becoming a veterinarian.
Forget them, I repeated
You don’t need them.
How many times have you cried for them and they never shed a single tear for you?
Maybe that voice in the back of my head had a point but what’s the point of living if you’re always on your own?
Because, trust me, being alone sucks.
And the constant silence of an empty apartment is a surefire way to insanity.
So, why am I so opposed to Dr. Goodman?
The dreamboat that fell out of the sky and practically landed on my lap
Because I’m afraid that he
And I’m not about to get my heart broken by a surgeon even if he knows how to stitch it back together again.
I think I’ll just save myself the pain.
Never trust a man who answers the door wearing nothing more than a pair of low-cut jeans and a panty-melting smirk.
That should have been my first sign.
I write about guys like him for a living—sexy and charming, yet reluctant to get into a serious relationship. His body is the ultimate temptation, but his condescending personality makes him a classic bad boy.
And I want nothing to do with that.
Writing romance novels comes with its perks—traveling, meeting new people, creating characters from the voices in my head—but Ethan Rochester enters my life and rearranges my preconceived notions about writing what inspires you.
Meeting him was fate, but falling for him was inevitable.
And forgetting him will be impossible.