Brooklyn Manning thought her life was perfect in every way, until it crumbled down around her and turned into a dumpster fire. With her pride wounded and her tail tucked between her legs, she leaves New York and goes back to her tiny hometown of White Timber, Montana.
No more twenty-four-hour taco trucks, no more shopping at the best designer stores within walking distance, no more giving taxi drivers the finger when they angrily honk at her. She didnāt think it could get any worse. But then Clint Hastings walked into the room and insulted her.
Her arch nemesis from high school is no longer a nerdy computer whiz, masturbating to pictures in PC World magazine in his free time (allegedly). Heās grown up to be a hot-as-hell cowboy, and she has no other choice but to be a smart ass right back to him. After all, itās what they do. Itās what theyāve always done, and twelve years apart hasnāt changed anything.
Only this time, getting under each otherās skin is a hell of a lot more fun than it used to be.
*A standalone romantic comedy with a lot of heart*
About the Book
The Simple Life
by Tara Sivec
Series
n/a; standalone
Genre
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Comedy & Humor
Publisher
Independent
Publication Date
October 17, 2018
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Kayla’s Review
The simple life by Tara Sivec was a mess. Or at least I was anyway after finishing it. I was a mess through this entire two-hour read. There were tears, laughter, and downright swoon worthy moments I couldnāt Ā help but smile at. What I love most bout Taraās books is that Iām always laughing no matter the book. Taraās witty humor never fails to not bring a smile to my face. The Simple Life was no exception. Brooklyn Manning might just be my favorite heroine to date she has written. The story had so much raw emotion behind it I didnāt feel like I was reading a book. I was simply caught up in a movie of words.
I will say Iāve never been a fan of books with a single parent as the main character. Iāve read too many books that promise a good storyline to end up with a headache from the drama of it all. Iāve never been attracted to the storyline for this simple reason. I was taken back after diving two chapters in, having already been hooked, to find what the synopsis failed to give-of a single dad raising his kids.Ā However, Tara has warmed my cold black heart to slowly starting to enjoy such reads. After you get to know Mia and Grace itās impossible not to love them after all.
I canāt recommend this read enough. The Simple Life is one of my topĀ favorite 2018 reads to conclude this year.
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Excerpt
A few seconds later, the man I saw riding the horse out front walks into the room with his cowboy hat-covered head tipped down low so I canāt see his face, carrying Mia in his arms.
Oh, screw you, ovaries!
No, I still donāt like children, but come on! Seeing a hot, manly cowboy wearing tight jeans, with his cowboy boots thumping across the floor, and carrying a kid in his arms would make anyone weak. Too bad heās Nicoleās husband. Damn. I should have paid better attention to her Facebook photos. Lucky, lucky girl.
And then he lifts his head and our eyes meet.
Wait just one damn minute. This isnāt possible. Thereās no fucking way.
āYou!ā I shout, my eyes bugging out of my head.
āWhat the hell isĀ sheĀ doing here?ā he growls, setting Mia down on the ground.
My only source of happiness right now is that Mia presses her face to his jean clad leg and wipes her nose back and forth against the material, leaving a trail of snot behind.
Clint Hastings. Nicoleās older brother and my arch nemesis growing up.
Whatever. I know Iām not a superhero in a comic book, but this guy has been the bane of my existence since the day I met him when I was in kindergarten, he was in second grade, and he threw a rock at my head. I kicked him in his tiny nuggets first, since he told me I couldnāt play baseball with him and his friends because I was a girl, but thatās not the point. If thisĀ wereĀ a comic book and we were meeting in a dark alley, Iād be holding my fists above my head next to a talk bubble that saysĀ So, we meet again. Tonight I will get my revenge and you will die by my iron fists!Ā WHAM! BAM! KAPOW!
I cannotĀ believeĀ I was checking out his ass when I got here. Thereās got to be a bottle of bleach somewhere in this kitchen I can pour into my eyes.
āWhat amĀ IĀ doing here? What areĀ youĀ doing here? Arenāt you supposed to be off in Silicon Valley becoming the next Mark Zuckerberg?ā I ask, making sure my eyes stay above his neck and arenāt tempted to head south and see if those tiny nuggets hugged in his tight jeans grew in size since the last time I threw my foot into them.
Which would have been his senior year of high school, right here in this very kitchen, at his graduation party when he asked me if I bought the dress I was wearing in the toddler section.
It was a LBD! It was supposed to be tight and tiny, goddammit!
And seriously, what is he doing here? Last I heard through the high school grapevine, after he graduated from UCLA, he became a hotshot software developer at some huge company in Los Angeles and hadnāt been back home in years. Not that I ever asked. Or cared. You know, just idle chitchat after one too many glasses of wine and a friend request on Facebook from someone we went to high school with.
āAwww, have you been keeping tabs on me all these years, fancy pants? I knew you always had a thing for me.ā Clint smirks.
āIn your dreams. You smell like horse shit.ā
āYouĀ lookĀ like horse shit,ā he fires back, that stupid grin never leaving his face.
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