Play by the Rules…
What do you get when you mix a dive bar, a worn velvet couch, and a discussion about goats?
The night I met Owen, obviously.
Talk about the unexpected. I sought out my private nook in Wicked Chucks, looking for a good view of the band. Instead, I got a front-row seat to the most delicious man I’ve ever seen.
He’s everything I never knew existed but being with him means breaking my own rules.
I didn’t invent the rules, but I play by them.
Rules maintain order.
Rules keep me focused.
Okay, rules suck, but they also keep me safe.
Now, I have a man who wants to toss out my rule book and create a new one. Together.
Some Rules are Meant to be Broken…
What do you get when you combine a tiny woman with a mile-wide stubborn streak, unwavering dating rules, and a hard-hitting passion?
My current situation.
I went to Wicked Chucks for the music, but I met Tally instead, right after she crashed through the balcony door and into my arms.
The first thing I realized? She’s a total klutz. The second? I was staring into the face of the woman I’d been eyeing all night, and she was even more beautiful up close. But when she started discussing blood oaths and goats, her coolness factor skyrocketed.
No joke, this woman is made for me. She’s gorgeous, funny, and sexy without trying.
What do you get when you mix a dive bar, a worn velvet couch, and a discussion about goats?
The night I met Owen, obviously.
Talk about the unexpected. I sought out my private nook in Wicked Chucks, looking for a good view of the band. Instead, I got a front-row seat to the most delicious man I’ve ever seen.
He’s everything I never knew existed but being with him means breaking my own rules.
I didn’t invent the rules, but I play by them.
Rules maintain order.
Rules keep me focused.
Okay, rules suck, but they also keep me safe.
Now, I have a man who wants to toss out my rule book and create a new one. Together.
Some Rules are Meant to be Broken…
What do you get when you combine a tiny woman with a mile-wide stubborn streak, unwavering dating rules, and a hard-hitting passion?
My current situation.
I went to Wicked Chucks for the music, but I met Tally instead, right after she crashed through the balcony door and into my arms.
The first thing I realized? She’s a total klutz. The second? I was staring into the face of the woman I’d been eyeing all night, and she was even more beautiful up close. But when she started discussing blood oaths and goats, her coolness factor skyrocketed.
No joke, this woman is made for me. She’s gorgeous, funny, and sexy without trying.
Only one small problem—she has rules. Two of them are cake. The last one? That might be a problem.
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Author bio:
M.L. Broome is a bohemian spirit with a New York edge. She writes high-octane contemporary romance with a touch of angst and plenty of steamy goodness. Her characters are bitingly real, earning their happily-ever-after only after some emotional ass-kicking and personal growth.
When M.L. isn't writing or holding one-sided arguments with her characters (spoiler alert—they always win), she loves losing herself in nature on her North Carolina farm, one of her rescue buddies by her side. She adores dressing up and kicking back, a glass of whiskey with an equally stunning view, and experiences that make the soul—and senses—tingle.
For all the latest releases and exclusive goodies, subscribe to M.L. Broome's newsletter today at https://www.mlbroome.com.
When M.L. isn't writing or holding one-sided arguments with her characters (spoiler alert—they always win), she loves losing herself in nature on her North Carolina farm, one of her rescue buddies by her side. She adores dressing up and kicking back, a glass of whiskey with an equally stunning view, and experiences that make the soul—and senses—tingle.
For all the latest releases and exclusive goodies, subscribe to M.L. Broome's newsletter today at https://www.mlbroome.com.
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