Three years ago, Syd dumped me on Christmas Eve. By text. He did one hell of a number on my heart, but that was a long time ago, and I'm totally over it now. Honest. But when he shows up unexpectedly for Christmas Eve dinner, all of a sudden I find myself wanting to know if we'd still be good together. And almost before I know it, we're in each other's arms.
But I'm completely over him, so this is just a physical thing. A couple of hours of Christmas fun. Maybe a whole night. But definitely nothing more. After what Syd did to me, I won't let it be forever. I won't let my stupid heart get broken a second time.
This time, all I want is for the two of us to get unwrapped... together.
Meg Harris is a busy mom who spends her spare moments dreaming up worlds a little sexier than the one in which she drives kids around, runs to the grocery store, does endless loads of laundry, and scrubs the kitchen floor. Her chosen profession involves a great deal of time dedicated to imagining sweaty, gorgeous men in the throes of passion, as well as long hours spent poring over pictures of beautiful male chests in the pursuit of the perfect cover. It's a tough job, but she's willing to bear the hardships... all for her readers, of course!
Whew, these two needed a smack upside the head. You ever get to the end of a book and think, "Nope, no way these two are gonna make it, long term"?
Kudos to the author, though, for two first-person POVs where they each actually had a distinctive voice. You could tell which was which even without the section headings. A rarity, in my experience, and the main reason I usually dislike dual first-person POVs.