Apple Valley Love Stories by Julie Christianson (1-2)
Requirements: epub/azw3/mobi reader, 324 KB
Overview: Julie Christianson writes sweet romantic comedies—that is when she’s not reading them. A former English teacher and lapsed marathon runner, Julie lives in Southern California with her one husband, two kids, and three dogs. She’s madly in love with all of them, but there’s not a lot of room on her couch.
Genre: Romance
1. The Mostly Real McCoy – Not everyone’s destined to live happily ever after, right? What if averagely ever after is the goal? Less hoping means less heartbreak…
Then I meet Mac and Daisy.
Single-dad Mac needs a temporary nanny for his daughter, Daisy. I need a second job until my promotion kicks in. Since our arrangement is only for one month, I am positive I won’t get attached. Medium positive. Okay, I’m negative.
This is a terrible idea.
Because I can’t give Mac and Daisy what they need, and I won’t risk breaking their hearts. But his green eyes and her crooked pigtails have me dreaming about forever. And who can resist a dad buying pink ballerina tights after a day spent in a hard hat?
The thing is Mac is a fixer, and I need to repair my own life. Better yet, I don’t want to feel broken. So it’s a good thing the worst has already happened to me. Nothing will hurt more now.
Water can’t get wetter, Brooke.
That’s what I keep telling myself.
Too bad I’m all wrong…
2. My Own Best Enemy – This isn’t a wedding. This is war …
I get it. We were in elementary school. Just a couple of kids on the playground. But after Nash Hendrix called me Enemy instead of Emily, his stupid nickname ruined my life.
Now our best friends are getting married, and they expect me to stand across the aisle from Nash the Ruiner without killing him?
Whatever. I can survive being maid of honor. It’s only for one weekend.
Until it’s not.
When I get roped into wedding planning at the same places Nash is fundraising, I’m ready to blow up our temporary truce.
All I wanted was to start over. New job. New permanently-single status.
But the more time we spend together, the more I feel like … not murdering him.
Is it possible Nash and I don’t hate each other?
No way. He’s still my enemy.
My big, dumb enemy.
My big, dumb, gorgeous, sweet-talking, dog-loving —
Emi, you’re doomed.
Download Instructions:
1. The Mostly Real McCoy
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2. My Own Best Enemy
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