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431 pages, Paperback
First published December 15, 2014
"I don't have any warts," he mumbled, his nose grazing the side of hers.
"Oh, I don't know, every prince has warts."
"You think I'm a prince?"
"Well." Josie grinned, her hands slipping under the hem of Anders' shirt. "Only after the princess kissed you and changed you from a fly-eating frog."
"And I suppose you're the princess?" Anders chuckled.
"I damn well better be."
"Why do you keep fighting me? Why do you keep running away?"A light and fun read, perfect during the busy holiday season. Then later on in the book, our smart and prideful Josie finally succumbs and Anders doesn't wanna let her go when she does. This leads to a very fragile relationship in which one doesn't trust the other, but they kinda don't wanna be without each other either, so they're making it work with what they've got.
Josie scoffed and shook her head. When she spoke again her loud, angry voice decimated the silence. "The better question here, Anders, is why do you keep chasing me?"
Cracks and holes littered the foundation of their fragile relationship, fault lines that shook with the slightest bit of pressure.From that point on, the story gets a tinge of drama (okay, more than just a tinge), but it also focuses on Anders' character development. How he goes from closed-off, walled-up, mistrusting, and hateful to finally realizing that maybe he should let Josie in. Because at the heart of all the funny bickering and the entertaining story is Anders's inability to share his past, to share his life. I've dated one of those. Biggest lesson of my life and I'm never doing that again. But Anders's wounds weren't deep enough to make it impossible for him to change. I liked that it happened gradually and he kept trying to get out of it until basically he had no other choice. It's realistic and change doesn't happen overnight.
She pushed all his buttons, and she made his temper flare with no effort, but she also settled something inside him. She soothed the same fire she ignited. She was the balm to her own burn.
“I want you.” Raw desperation lingered on the edge of his words. “Can I have you?”