by JB Heller
Did you know the medical term for a butt crack is intergluteal cleft?
My name is Reagan, and spouting random facts like this one at inopportune moments is my affliction. I’m chronically awkward, socially inept and completely lack a filter. Believe it or not, men do not find these attractive traits.
When my sexy-as-sin neighbour barges into my apartment at the arse crack of dawn, everything changes. For some strange reason, my brand of crazy doesn’t send him running for the hills. Instead, he settles in for a nap on my couch…
Oh, and did I mention he was completely naked?
I have no idea how to start this review. Seriously, I spent more than an hour laughing out loud and snorting/squealing like a pig whenever Reagan spew all those random facts in front of people, or strangers, for that matter. Reagan is the most out-of-this-world girl I’ve met and she’s absolutely crazy and fantastic at the same time. This woman’s crazy antics inside the emergency room and her morbid fear of blood really drove me nuts, so I don’t blame the hottest neighbor anyone could ever have, Rhett.
This has been a short but really cute and very funny read. I don’t think I’ve ever met a firecracker like Reagan, she was all fire and bite and madness all rolled into one. Rhett, in all his gorgeousness, could really be the man Reagan has been waiting for. He could handle her crazy, he’d changed within a few days and he oozed with machismo, I dunno if I myself could handle him. Reagan and Rhett – they’re perfect together. ‘Nuff said.