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269 pages, ebook
First published February 28, 2022




"Do you know what Bob Marley said when he moved to Fuerteventura?"
I rolled my eyes at him. I hadn't missed his Bob Marley jokes.
Smiling, Eggy rubbed at my forehead with his thumb ....
"He said, 'every little thing is going to be all right'."
Okay, so maybe he'd saved his best joke until last.
That on a sunny island, a few miles off the coast of Africa, Ragnar Aleksander Sigurdson Eggebraaten, of the Vestvågøy Eggebraatens, eldest brother of six, bronze-haired surfer, white-overalled painter, dominating lover, and possessor of the most wonderful chest on which to lay my head, waited for me to get my shit together and fly over and join him.
"Clem imbued me with a primitive urge to sling him over my shoulder and carry him back to my cave. (p. 42)
"Fuck me, this skinny, dark-haired bloke stripped down to white boxers patterned with tiny purple dinosaurs had officially become the cutest thing ever." (p. 117)
"OMFG. He had a pop-up roof. Which housed a mattress the width of the van and a huge fluffy white duvet. I wanted to roll myself up in like a giant marshmallow. And a giant mountain of soft pillows. And twinkly pink fairly lights." (p. 139)