| Author: | Angela Rose | ISBN: | 9781310676192 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose | Publication: | December 18, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Angela Rose |
| ISBN: | 9781310676192 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose |
| Publication: | December 18, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
An uptight and conservative man, working as a Public Relations Manager on a large campaign, finds himself strangely attracted to a free-spirited, liberal woman who works at a local carnival that comes to town. Being diabolically opposed to each other's viewpoints has its perks. For one, it means that in order for them to get along, one of them will have to take on a leadership position! 18+
I knocked on the motor home door loudly and rapidly, as I took a solid stance in the dusty gravel below my feet and prepared for an unpleasant confrontation.
“Oh, it’s the conservative asshole from the press conference.” Macy May greeted me with hands on her shapely hips while she insulted my integrity, wearing nothing but an old flannel shirt that came to just above her knees.
“If you have an education beyond the sixth grade, could we please sit down and discuss our current predicament?” I asked her, being equally insulting, but not being able to help myself at the moment.
An uptight and conservative man, working as a Public Relations Manager on a large campaign, finds himself strangely attracted to a free-spirited, liberal woman who works at a local carnival that comes to town. Being diabolically opposed to each other's viewpoints has its perks. For one, it means that in order for them to get along, one of them will have to take on a leadership position! 18+
I knocked on the motor home door loudly and rapidly, as I took a solid stance in the dusty gravel below my feet and prepared for an unpleasant confrontation.
“Oh, it’s the conservative asshole from the press conference.” Macy May greeted me with hands on her shapely hips while she insulted my integrity, wearing nothing but an old flannel shirt that came to just above her knees.
“If you have an education beyond the sixth grade, could we please sit down and discuss our current predicament?” I asked her, being equally insulting, but not being able to help myself at the moment.
