Her Grumpy Neighbor Until Halloween (Secrets of Wildbrook, #2)

by Eve Pendle

“Charming image. Don’t worry, I don’t want to get into your garden any more than I want to get into your trousers.” She infused that word with disgust.

She’d seen his post about how fantasy books written by women always had too much romance and sentimentality in them, and she’d lost it. Misplaced loyalty, given how Verity had reacted.

my new subscribers engaged with my artwork. I have a photo of a chicken I think is going to be great.” I have a photo of a chicken? Way to impress her agent.

“They’re closer than you think, love and hate.”