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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

They couldn't be more different - Cookie Cutter by Jo Richardson

“A friend? You just moved in. How do you have friends already?” I say it a bit harsher than I probably should but honestly, how does he have friends already? James and I were here a good six months before people started really talking to me. It was a year before I could call any of them friends. The edges of Carter’s mouth turn down and his head dips to one side as his shoulders hunch then settle.

Description:

Iris Alden and Carter Blackwood couldn't be more different. Change-averse Iris likes her life neat and organized, while Carter's itchy feet mean he doesn’t plan to stay in the same place for long.

When Carter moves into the house across the street from Iris, to renovate it, she fights the disruption it causes in her life. Before long, though, it's not simply the house Carter's rebuilding, but Iris's heart, too.Iris Alden and Carter Blackwood couldn't be more different. Change-averse Iris likes her life neat and organized, while Carter's itchy feet mean he doesn’t plan to stay in the same place for long.

When Carter moves into the house across the street from Iris, to renovate it, she fights the disruption it causes in her life. Before long, though, it's not simply the house Carter's rebuilding, but Iris's heart, too.

EXCERPT 
(Iris Alden POV)

“What are you doing here?”

It’s Carter freaking Blackwood. Of course.
He smiles that ridiculously bright, white smile of his and lets out a soft snicker. “I’m fixing a floor for a friend, what are you doing here?”
It’s completely obvious what I’m doing here, seeing as I’m carrying two huge trays of sugar cookies in my arms.
“A friend? You just moved in. How do you have friends already?” I say it a bit harsher than I probably should but honestly, how does he have friends already? James and I were here a good six months before people started really talking to me. It was a year before I could call any of them friends. The edges of Carter’s mouth turn down and his head dips to one side as his shoulders hunch then settle.
“People like me, I guess.”
The smug look on his face is enough to make me want to slap it. Or kiss it.
Wait. Not kiss it. I didn’t mean kiss it. Why am I staring at his lips?
“People who don’t want to kill me that is. Are you okay?”
I blink, and search my brain, but I’m still not quite sure what to say to him, so I extend my arms. “I brought cookies.” As soon as I say the words, I hear them. I sound ridiculous and Carter’s bright eyes crinkle with amusement.
He closes his lids and he breathes the baked goods in. Then hums. The sound of his voice sends a vibration through me and I shiver. I am eternally grateful that he doesn’t see it happen.
His eyes open slowly. When they reach mine, I’m glued to his stare like a deer in the headlights.
“Those cookies smell really fucking good, Iris.”
The bedroom eyes catch me off guard and my mouth falls open so I snap it shut. I’m a buffoon with no ability to speak.
“Can I have one?” He reaches out and I balance the platter with one hand, then slap his fingers with the other while I find words. A word that is.
“No.”
“Ow.” He pulls his hand away, like a child getting reprimanded, only when we make eye contact again, he doesn’t seem child like to me.
I wouldn’t say he’s angry. He doesn’t exactly laugh, either. And his eyes gleam as he stares at me. I hate his eyes almost as much as I hate his teeth. Maybe more. Dammit, I’m staring, again.
“They’re for Ally’s class,” I tell him. “Fundraiser, I mean bake sale.” I fumble my words. He’s so frustrating.

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About the author:
A movie fanatic, a writer of stories, a lover of life.
Jo grew up in Maryland with four siblings, three parents and an endless number of cousins within the vicinity – but it was too cold up North for this thin blooded girl. So today, she lives in Florida with her two girls and a husband that shares her same sense of humor and basic take on life as we know it.
Life is too short to put dreams on the back burner.

Jo tells contemporary stories with romance, humor, the supernatural, the paranormal, suspense, mystery, action and anything else she can think up.


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15 comments:

Deanne said...

I want to read Iris and Carter's story. It sounds great. I love the cover, it's so pretty !

nurmawati djuhawan said...

i love "while you were sleeping" movie romcom (sandra bullock)
thx u for hosting :)

stacey dempsey said...

I really liked "You've Got Mail " with Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks

Jo said...

Thanks for participating today Mythical Books! And thanks for stopping by you all. :) While you were sleeping was a great giggle fest Sandra Bullock - I love her in comedies. And You've got mail is one of my all time faves <3

Jan Lee said...

My favorite Romantic Comedy is Sleepless in Seattle :)

Juana said...

My favorite is While You Were Sleeping.

Jessica Schank Snow said...

I enjoyed The Proposal.
Thanks for the giveaway! =)

Jo said...

Thanks for the faves Jan, Juana and Jessica! Good luck in the giveaway! XOXOXO

Jen Barnard said...

I don't think it would really be called a rom-com, but G A Aiken's Dragon Actually, and the rest of the series can always make me laugh.
jen dot barnard at btinternet dot com

Cyndi F said...

Wow, that is hard, for movies, I love Road House , Dirty dancing, Titanic, Twilight. Thank you so much for the giveaway

karin said...

i love titanic !

Jo said...

Jen I'm going to have to look that one up - never heard of it but I love to laugh. :)

ALL great mentions Cyndi! Concur on all 4 counts!

And me too Karin!

XOXO Thanks everyone!

Marta Vieira said...

Friends with benefits :D

Belinda M said...

while you were sleeping!

Amanda Sakovitz said...

The Bird Cage