I love everything that Anne Kemp writes and Checking Mr. Wrong did not disappoint. It was absolutely perfect. I did not want to put it down. Checking Mr. Wrong is the third book in the multi-author Love In Maple Falls series, but can be read as a standalone. This book is told from a dual POV following Asher Tremblay and Mable McCluskey. Asher is a defenseman for the Ice Breakers after being called up to the Ice Breakers. Mable is the daughter of the town's gossip Mary-Ellen McCluskey. These characters are so much fun! I can not wait for more from Anne and more of the Ice Breakers.
🍁 Forced Proximity
🏒 Grumpy Sunshine
🍁 Opposites (kinda) Attract
🏒 He Falls First
🍁 She’s Sassy
🏒He's a Cinnamon Roll
She’s the kind of woman my mother would tell me to watch out for, yet there’s a dip in my stomach as the vehicle pulls out of the parking lot.
“They’re waiting for me.” I nod, trying not to feel... what? Disappointed? No, that’s ridiculous. “You better get going.” “Yeah.” He hesitates for a beat, his usual grin replaced by something softer. “This was fun.” I lift an eyebrow. “Fun?” He shrugs. “You know, for a grump and a golden retriever.” A reluctant smile tugs at my lips. “Go before you make me regret being nice today.”
“What kind of deal?” “Quid pro quo, Clarice,” he says, his tone teasing as his hands flick back across the silverware, making sure everything is still in place. I snort, despite myself. “This isn’t The Silence of the Lambs.” He leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table. “Maybe not, but it kind of feels like I’m sitting across from someone who has the power to kill my career if they wanted to.” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me, a real one this time. “Fine,” I say, rolling my eyes. “For every three questions you answer for me, I’ll answer one for you.”
Sunshine types like him are dangerous for grumps like me— and not just because they’re annoyingly charming.
“Because people hear ‘OCD’ and think it’s cute,” he interrupts, his words sharp but not unkind. “They think it’s about keeping things tidy or lining up pencils. They don’t get that it’s loud. Constant. Like having a second brain that won’t shut up, telling you something bad will happen if you don’t fix everything just right. Some days you may get tripped up over routines, the next it’s how organized you need the kitchen to be. It’s not one- size- fits- all, it’s internal and external, and it can be all encompassing if I don’t keep it in check.”
The vulnerability in his voice is raw, like an unguarded net in a high- stakes game.
“There’s another one.” My hand flies to my lips, covering them. Knowing my luck, I’m back to half a tooth again. “What, is it my tooth again?” “No,” he says, cracking up. “You were smiling, and… well, you’re pretty when you smile like that and it’s distracting.”
He grins, triumphant, and the tension between us eases. The conversation shifts to lighter topics— his favorite local spots, a funny story about his rookie year— and before I realize it, I’m laughing, the kind of laugh that feels warm and genuine. As I take a bite of my meal, I glance across the table and catch him watching me, his expression softer than I’ve ever seen it. There’s something about the way he looks at me, like I’m not the cranky reporter he’s spent the past hour talking with because he had to, but someone he’s genuinely curious about. And right then, I know I’m in trouble. Because I might just be curious about him too.
She might have sharp and pointy edges, but she’s fun to talk to. There’s a tenderness bubbling below the surface, I can feel it. And, yeah, I like it a lot more than I probably should.
And yeah, somewhere in that madness, I catch Mabel’s eye. She’s grinning now, no pretending. That’s what I’ve been waiting for. I may be the guy on the ice, but she’s the only goal I care about making.
“To Maple Falls. And at first, it was rocky. Everything felt charged; I had to really work hard on the inside to get settled. But the noise died down quickly. I thought maybe it was just the change of scenery, you know? Slower pace, less noise, fewer reminders of the chaos.” I pause, gathering my thoughts before looking directly at her. “But these last few weeks…” I stop again, my chest tightening. Not with anxiety this time, but something I can’t quite name. “It’s different now. The storm isn’t gone, but it’s quieter. Like the ref’s taking a break. And I don’t know if it’s Maple Falls, or the fresh air, or…” I don’t finish the sentence, because saying it out loud would make it too real, too risky. But she tilts her head, studying me with that sharp, knowing look she always gives me when she’s piecing together a story. “Whatever ‘it’ is, it sounds like something worth holding on to,” she says softly.
“I need you to know how glad I am that I met you.” I blink up at him, dazed. “I thought you’d be secretly thrilled to get rid of me?” His lips quirk into a bittersweet smile, but his eyes remain serious. “Now that I know there’s a you out there in the world who’s meant for me…I don’t know how I’m supposed to forget you.”
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