When a psychic tells Natalie Nixon her life is about to be upended by a mysterious stranger, she laughs it off. After all, she has everything she’s ever wanted—a successful bakery, a the perfect boyfriend, and the keys to her dream house.
Who could possibly make her want to throw all that away?
Then Miles Haas comes back to town.
But he’s no stranger—they’ve known each other since high school. Plus, he’s only around for the summer, he’s still a shameless playboy, and he makes a living writing articles for a men’s magazine with titles like ‘Should You Bang the Boss’s Daughter? A Flowchart’ and ‘Butt Stuff for Beginners: A Field Guide.’
He’s not the man of her dreams, and she’s not about to abandon everything she’s worked so hard for just for a little fun. Except he makes her laugh like no one else, smells like heaven, and looks sexy as hell in those panty-melting glasses.
**SOME SORT OF CRAZY is a full-length standalone romance.**
You have got to check out the other books in the Happy Crazy Love Series – it’s funny, sexy and has ALL the feels! I’m so addicted.
Skylar Nixon is a twenty-seven year old failed actress with no Plan B. After a humiliating stint on a reality TV show crushes what’s left of her childhood dream, she finds herself back in her hometown with no money saved, no college degree, and no confidence she’s anything but a joke—a small town starlet who couldn’t hack it in the big city.
When she runs into former classmate Sebastian Pryce, she can’t believe the hot body and chiseled jaw belong to the shy, troubled loner she knew ten years before. He’s not exactly friendly at first, and she’s heard the rumors about his tragic past, but something in his sad eyes intrigues her. She only wants to get to know him better.
Until the night she wants more—and takes it. (Hard and deep. Twice.)
Are they just two lonely people seeking solace? Or can a disgraced beauty queen and flawed, frustrated man find some sort of happy ever after?
**SOME SORT OF HAPPY is a full-length, dual POV novel, complete with a happy ending.**
From the outside looking in, I had it all—a career I loved, a supportive family, the Nixon metabolism but not the Nixon ears, and a salary that supported my lavish taste in designer shoes, fine wine, and lacy lingerie … but I had no one to share it with.
Until the day I ran into him—my one night stand from college with the crooked smile, let’s-get-out-of-here eyes, and dirty, dirty mouth.
Cute and cocky then, today Levi Brooks is six feet four inches of hot bearded fantasy. A sexy single dad with broad shoulders, strong hands, and a fantastically big … heart. (I mean, it’s massive. And generous. And it pumps so hard … um. Sorry. Lost my place.)
Being a good father means everything to him, but he’s keeping me at a distance because he thinks I deserve someone better — a man who can give me more time, more attention, more of himself. He doesn’t believe he could ever be enough.
But he’s wrong.
He’s everything.
Just when I thought I couldn’t love Miles any more than I already did…
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Dear Natalie,
To celebrate our first Valentine’s Day together, I thought I’d write you a love letter while you make me some cinnamon buns. I think that is a fair exchange of our talents, and while I’m sitting here at the counter, I can watch you work. You’ve always been the most beautiful girl in the world to me, and even though you look like you swallowed a beach ball that inflates a little more every day, I can’t get enough of you.
When I think about my life a year ago, it’s no wonder that I began to feel something was missing. At the same time, all these memories of you came flooding back—how close we’d been, how many laughs we’d shared, how there was always something that felt unfinished…or maybe unsaid during our last goodbye. I know now it was the stars trying to whisper that you and I were meant to be together.
But guys like me aren’t really attuned to the stars (we are far too self-absorbed), so fate was like, “Listen, stars, this guy’s an asshole. The only thing bigger than his ego is his dick. [See what I did there?] So quit whispering and send the fucking lightning bolt already.”
And they did.
Every day, I thank my lucky stars for you, Natalie. Every single day. You make my life so much better in every way—especially the way it smells. I don’t know what’s more mouthwatering, the aroma of cinnamon buns in the oven right now or the sight of your ass in those jeans.
Sorry. I’m losing my focus. Where was I? Oh yeah, I’m beyond crazy about you and always will be. I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to make you happy.
Now how about letting me glaze your buns before breakfast?
(Some things never change.)
All my love forever,
Miles
Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her lipstick red, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not reading good books, she gets her kicks from TV series like Game of Thrones, Boardwalk Empire, Masters of Sex, Deadwood, Mad Men, and Downtown Abbey (although she wishes it were more HBO and less PBS). Melanie is the author of the FRENCHED contemporary romance series (FRENCHED, YANKED, FORKED) and the sexy historical series SPEAK EASY (SPEAK EASY, SPEAK LOW), set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband and two daughters.
Miles
Some Sort of Crazy 🙂
I loved this book and this love note was so sweet!