*A standalone romantic comedy with a lot of heart*
Brooklyn Manning thought her life was perfect in every way, until it crumbled down around her and turned into a dumpster fire. With her pride wounded and her tail tucked between her legs, she leaves New York and goes back to her tiny hometown of White Timber, Montana.
No more twenty-four-hour taco trucks, no more shopping at the best designer stores within walking distance, no more giving taxi drivers the finger when they angrily honk at her. She didn"t think it could get any worse. But then Clint Hastings walked into the room and insulted her.
Her arch nemesis from high school is no longer a nerdy computer whiz, masturbating to pictures in PC World magazine in his free time (allegedly). He"s grown up to be a hot-as-hell cowboy, and she has no other choice but to be a smart ass right back to him. After all, it"s what they do. It"s what they"ve always done, and twelve years apart hasn"t changed anything.
Only this time, getting under each other"s skin is a hell of a lot more fun than it used to be.Books by Author:Tara Sivec Books
My life is amazing.
I seriously want to pinch myself right now just to make sure I"m not dreaming. I"ve lived in New York City ever since I left home to go to college twelve years ago, but I can honestly say I have never loved this place more than I do right now. I have never loved my life more than I do in this moment, standing on a rooftop bar in the heart of Manhattan, looking out at the lights from the city, stretching as far as the eye can see. It"s the end of April, and the first nice night of weather we"ve had since the winter that seemed like it would never end.
With a name like Brooklyn, it"s no wonder I was obsessed with New York ever since I was a little girl and first found out I was named after a city here. I said goodbye to my weekly loans of all things Judy Blume and the Sweet Valley High Twins at the library, and said hello to every book I could find about the city that never sleeps. Growing up in the small town of White Timber, Montana, with a population of less than 1,000 people, I was fascinated by the fact that you could find things to do at all hours of the night in New York, and that you could walk the same city block every day at the exact same time for years and never see the same person twice.
In White Timber, everything shuts down at 5:00 p.m. sharp, every day of the week. If you realize you need milk at 5:05 on a Wednesday night, you should probably go out in a field somewhere and find a cow to milk. And since "downtown" White Timber pretty much consists of not much more than five blocks, you will definitely see the same people every day, who will stop and tell you the same stories you"ve heard a hundred times before.
When I was a teenager, I spent every waking moment dreaming about leaving that tiny town and moving to this big city where no one would remember that one time my freshman year of high school when I ran across the football field with the other cheerleaders, as well as the entire football team, at the start of the big homecoming game. I tripped over someone"s foot at the fifty-yard line and landed flat on my face in front of the entire marching band, who had formed two lines for us to run between. That damn trip caused a domino effect with the football players who were running right behind us. I wound up at the bottom of a sweaty football player pile, and the town never forgot.
"Remember that time you ate grass at the homecoming game, Brooklyn" Boy was that hilarious!"
Yes, Susan, yes I do remember, because if was the most mortifying moment of my life. Thanks for bringing it up for the seventeenth time this week. And tell your shit stick nephew who played the trumpet that maybe he should have learned some manners and helped me up instead of just standing there, pointing and laughing at me.
Thinking about my hometown always puts me in a crap mood, and now is not the time for crap moods. I shake it off, and stare out at the sparkling skyline, thankful that I"m here and not there. I have an amazing job, amazing friends, and an amazing boyfriend. I really need to find another adjective other than amazing, but I"m too happy sipping expensive champagne, and schmoozing with the who"s-who of New York to bother.
"I think I just saw Brad Pitt. God, we have the best jobs in the world."
I turn away from the view of Manhattan to smile at my co-worker and friend, Nicole, who snags a glass of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter and then gently clinks it against my own glass.
"I did all my research earlier today, and I"ve already written almost the entire article. All I have left to do is add a few things about the ambiance, what food and drinks were served, and throw in the quote I got from the owner right when I arrived, and it"s finished. I basically have nothing to do the rest of the night but drink," I tell her with a smile.
"And I just finished taking the last of my photos," she adds. "I can"t believe we get paid for this shit."
I nod in agreement, the word "amazing" floating around in my head all over again. Nicole and I both work at Glitz, the largest fashion magazine in the world, whose headquarters are here in New York. I"m what you"d call an "It Girl." I get invited to all the best places in the city. All the best restaurant openings, all the best club openings, every after party for Fashion Week, and anything else you can think of or might see on E! News during the weekend update.