Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 192134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 640(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 640(@300wpm)
I’m flipping it open when a voice I know well lands on my ears. “There’s something I want you to teach me.”
Graham stands next to me, looking as handsome as ever in jeans and a navy blue button-down, rolled up at the cuffs.
“And what would that be? How to order a double order of pie? Because I can do that, since I’m starving.” I laugh, gesturing to the booth seat across from me, but he remains standing. “Don’t you want to sit down?”
He shakes his head. “I want to kneel.”
He drops to one knee, and I gasp. My eyes turn to saucers as he opens his palm. Another box. A small, blue velvet one. “Teach me how to cherish you, to love you, and to honor you every day of our lives for as long as we both shall live.”
Tears don’t even have the courtesy to wait. They roll down my cheeks as he takes out a gorgeous emerald-cut diamond.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I say, as he slides it onto my finger and I wrap my arms around him. “But you don’t need lessons in anything. You’re already perfect for me. In every single way.”
Graham
Sometimes I compare my life to the movies. I turn to my favorite heroes for guidance on what they might do in a given situation.
When I think of my favorite films, there’s no question which one I’m starring in right now.
Every chick flick ever made.
And I couldn’t be happier to picture the closing credits rolling over me as I take my seat across from the woman who’s going to be my wife, and prepare to enjoy the best pie in New York City and decades of wedded bliss.
THE END
Eager for another romance in the Good Love world? Ruby is next and her best friend’s brother romance! Turn the page!
PS
Intrigued by Dylan? Interested in Campbell? They have their own stories in Lili’s The Baby Maker and Lauren’s Once Upon A Real Good Time!
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GOOD WITH HIS HANDS
A GOOD LOVE NOVEL
LAUREN BLAKELY
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A sexy best friend's brother romance from bestselling authors Lauren Blakely and Lili Valente!
I’m the wrong guy for her. She's sunshine and cherry pie. I'm whiskey and fast cars. I'm also keeping one hell of a secret from the woman I've wanted for years. But when I find a list my sister left behind for Ruby, I've got no choice but to offer the sexy, big-hearted girl next door both a road trip and a chance. A chance to discover how big she can dream. And if some of those dreams play out in the bedroom? Well, there’s nothing wrong with a few -- okay, several -- hot nights together as we hit the beach, visit old stomping grounds, and test all sorts of limits, in and out of the sheets. Seven days, then I'm off, moving across the country, far away from her. No way can things get complicated in a week. Ruby and I aren’t the kind of dream that has a shot of coming true. Especially once she learns what I’ve done.
HIS PROLOGUE
I have this theory—every guy has a girl who got away.
Well, woman.
Woman who got away.
Because that’s what we’re talking about.
Women.
Sometimes she’s the pretty, witty teenager who stretched out on the hood of your car and stared at the stars after some douchebag dumped her at senior prom.
Sometimes she’s the one who picked cherries with you two summers ago, her voice breathy with excitement as she extolled the virtues of the ripe, red fruit, her favorite in the world.
As if you didn’t already know how much she loved them.
As if you didn’t know every piece of her by heart.
And sometimes she’s the friend who strolls into your shop on a Friday evening with pie on her face.
Pie you want to kiss off her cheek, her nose, her lips.
When Ruby shows up at my garage looking good enough to eat, a crazy part of me starts thinking maybe this is it. My time. My chance.
But I know better.
It’s not my time. It’s time I gave her the list.
Lists aren’t my thing.
I don’t mean useful lists like pick up bread, call Mom, finish the paperwork that’s been piling up, and hang a kick-ass photo of that 1964½ Mustang you restored in the garage.
Because who wouldn’t want to see that screaming set of wheels sparkling like she just rolled out of the factory? That classy old lady makes everyone, especially her new owner, ridiculously happy.
That’s a good thing—making people happy.
Those aren’t the kind of things I’m talking about.
I’m talking about bigger lists.
About dreams.
See the Northern Lights. Learn Japanese. Run a marathon. Spread kindness without expecting anything in return.
Those type of bucket lists never interested me. Because that’s how you should live every single day.