He’s under a court order to rein in his temper but when a cat lady in training crashes into his life looking for Mr. Right Now, she’ll test his patience to its limits. He might even enjoy it just a little bit…
Imelda is a career-focused ‘good' girl who collects cats rather than hearts, but when her friends point out she’s becoming a 21st century spinster—she’s willing to take their advice to get out into the dating world. Her co-worker assures her she’s bangable and all she needs to do is put herself out there, so she does, but it doesn’t all go according to her well laid plans to get laid.
Nick, bartender extraordinaire, is one fight away from going to jail for good. He’s on a good behaviour bond after punching his brother-in-law in the face and there’s two no consuming liquor while working, and write daily diary entries in an anger management journal. It’s not his fault a) fights are an occupational hazard at his job and b) how else is he supposed to protect his sister from her cheating husband?
As Imelda trades barbs with Nick and continues to strike out with his patrons, she soon finds that her turn-on is none other than the man behind the bar. This bad boy with heart will make her toes curl but he’s determined to keep her at a safe and casual distance before it lands them both in a world of trouble, hard to do when Nick may have just found the one person who isn’t afraid of him or his temper.
DEAR DIARY is a full-length women’s fiction/romantic novel perfect for fans of THE KISS QUOTIENT and those who have always felt a little out of place in the dating world.
Though Nick’s anger management is a running theme throughout the book, please note that he isn’t an abusive man—he’s just protective and impulsive and gets pulled into situations where he doesn’t always make the right choice… There is some violence on the page but they’re minor altercations, are not especially graphic and not always Nick doing the punching!
Bronwyn's love of reading all things romantic got her into trouble at a very young age. Starting with Mills and Boon 'borrowed' from her mother and then progressing to meaty historicals and sweeping sagas, it's only fair that romance pays her back with unique ideas for her own novels. She now writes dark and gritty Regency that borders on the edge of noir with the occasional dabble in contemporary and women's fiction. Her treehouse in the Adelaide Hills is filled with the laughter of her young kids, the meows of two white, fluffy cats and a man who thinks chilvary is what happens after you eat bad chicken.
Very much a book about finding yourself and discovering the strength in using your voice. Good girls, bad boys, sleazeballs and an apartment full of inherited cats. It's witty, deep, entertaining... And did I mention steamy. Check it out