Jen_C’s Reviews > Just For Me > Status Update

I still didn’t believe in love at first sight, but I was now a firm believer in falling hard and fast. Sure, it would take a long time to build the kind of relationship I wanted, the kind my parents and my grandparents had, but there was no question in my mind that we would get there. Kat was my perfect match, and I was doing my damnedest to be hers, too.

Sexy hot, wrote kick-butt romance, and he could cook? The Perfect Man wasn’t a fantasy, he was standing right in front of me. I was a goner. It took a moment or two for my hormones to settle down. “Is there anything about you that is not going to impress me?” This time there was no mistaking the heat in his eyes. No man had ever looked at me like that. “I certainly hope not.”

Growing up with a couple of sisters, I recognized self-consciousness when I saw it. But even with a pair of black eyes and a bruised face, I thought she was beautiful. “I’m sorry about what happened,” I said, following her into her place.

I loved my big, nosy, pain in the ass family, and I appreciated that they’d do something like this for me, but I didn’t need this right now. All I could think about was Kat, alone and hurting. What kind of animal would do something like that to someone as quiet and gentle as her? The rage was a slow burn deep inside, and it was only getting hotter the more I thought about it.

‘Like’ was an understatement when it came to how I felt about Nick Penn’s books. They provided an escape from my every day, humdrum life. They made me laugh. They made me cry. They made my bones melt. When I read Nick Penn’s romances, I became the heroine. For those couple of hours, I felt beautiful and desired and hopeful.

I was over thirty, financially comfortable, and unattached, which put a target on my back the size of Uncle Al’s 1974 Cadillac Coupe de Ville. Every female relative I had was trying to fix me up with a ‘nice girl’. Call me crazy, but I preferred to find my own woman, thank you very much. And I knew exactly which woman I wanted.

No way on I was going to come back for the signing. I might love Nick Penn, but I knew what would happen. The line would probably wrap around the block. I’d wait for hours and then when it came to be my turn to meet him, I’d be a basket case. He’d look right past me, mumble a “thanks for coming” as he scribbled his name inside the cover (callously breaking my fragile heart in the process), and then it would be over.