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Cam DeSantis’ life is a hot, steaming pile. How else would you describe losing your husband, your job, and your money all at once? Desperate times call for desperate measures, so when salvation comes in the form of one intolerable a-hole, who just happens to be the starting quarterback for the vaunted NY Titans, she has no choice but to accept his offer as a live-in nanny slash teacher for his eight year old nephew. Now all she has to do is find a safe place in her mind to hide whenever she feels the need to throat punch him into tomorrow…which is often.
Calvin Shaw has zero interest in women. Wait, wait––let me rephrase that. He loves women, he just doesn’t want anything to do with ‘um. Not since his wife, presently ex-wife, got knocked up by the guy she was cheating on him with. Problem is––there’s one living in his house. And he doesn’t know what’s worse, that he promised to be civil, or that he’s attracted to her.
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He’s
removed his ball cap and his black hair is back up in that ridiculous bun
again. I can feel a frown developing on my face as I stare at it. Everything
about this guy is a total turn off.
“What
do you want?” I do nothing to hide my exasperation. “It’s two a.m. I’ve been
running around all night, and I’m tired.”
“I
apologized three times,” he says, through a clenched jaw. Yeah, real
genuine. Somebody needs to tell this guy he’s not the injured party in this
scenario.
“Because
you want me to work for you, because you’ve already run off every other
qualified applicant in the Tristate area, and now I’m your last hope. Well
tough noogies, Mr. Shaw, this time you don’t win. I win and you lose.” And I
realize I’m beginning to shout. His eyebrows, two black slashes making his eyes
look even paler, rise up. Then the most unexpected thing happens. Those cold,
unforgiving eyes turn into crescents and a burst of laughter explodes out of
him.
“Tough
noogies?” His laughter is deep and rich and it bothers the hell out of me, one
more insult to my already bruised ego that I refuse to tolerate. My patience
has officially run out.
Through
clenched teeth, I grind out, “I don’t mean to be critical––but you’re an
insufferable a-hole!” and walk away. I take three steps and feel a huge, warm
hand grip my upper arm. In reflex, I wheel around and whisper-hiss, “Don’t you
dare touch me.” He instantly releases his grip and holds up his hands up in
surrender. Then he stuffs them in the front pocket of his jeans, and shrugs up
his massive shoulders in a posture I’ve seen him assume when he’s
uncomfortable.
Despite
that it’s past midnight and colder than a witch’s tit, the streets of the city
are teeming with people. As they walk past us, they curiously turn to watch
without breaking stride. It takes a lot more that a mountain of a man, famous
or not, and a woman with smoke coming out her ears to get their full attention.
One lingers longer than necessary.
“Nothing
to see here,” I growl. My glare convinces the onlooker to skedaddle.
“I’m
sorry,” he says. His voice is soft, his tone earnest. My attention immediately
returns to him. I almost can’t believe my ears. “I’m really, really sorry––I
was havin’ a bad day,” he continues, rubbing the back of his neck. A light
southern twang hangs on the last few words. “I’m in a real bind…my nephew…” His
voice trails off and his eyes are suddenly warm and searching, and for the
first time since we’ve met, I may not hate his guts.
I love
broken people, broken characters. They have so much depth. And while they may
not feel it, they are filled with hope and promise.
Camillia
DeSantis has gone through more than her share of heartache, and to add insult
to injury, she’s had her reputation raked over the coals, all because of
something her now deceased husband did.
Calvin Shaw
is a cold, hard man. He’s closed off from the world while simultaneously
standing in the public eye. He’s a man of few words – gruff, surly, and stuck
with an eight-year-old little boy.
When Cam (reluctantly)
accepts a job to work as a teacher/care taker, she has no idea what she’s
getting herself into.
Wrecking
Ball has somewhat of a modern-day Jayne Eyre feel. Calvin is a miserable SoB.
Saying he’s hard to get along with is an extreme understatement. But, much like
Cam, he’s been through things in his
life that have brought him to his curt state. And now he’s saddled up with a
little boy he can’t relate to, one he doesn’t particularly want around.
Enter Cam,
a widow searching for a break in life. Calvin doesn’t make the best
first impression, so when Cam finally agrees to work for Cal, it is not without
trepidation. But one of my favorite parts of Cam is her ability to give as good
as she gets. She doesn’t let Calvin get away with much, if anything at all.
Strong heroines are definitely a plus in my book, and P. Dangelico gives us one
in spades.
Wrecking
Ball is a slow build, with sexual tension so intense it could be categorized as
sweet torture. Giving my stamp of approval is easy. I look forward to seeing what
Ms. Dangelico comes out with next. Plus, Cam is a jersey girl, the humor/banter
throughout the book is on point, and the sexual tension… well, I already
discussed that.
Dangelico loves romance in all forms, shapes, and sizes, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), brick oven pizza, the NY Jets (although she may rethink that after this season), and to while away the day at the barn. What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media.
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