Miss Perfect Meets Her Match: Funny sexy chick lit (Wellywood Romantic Comedy Book 2)
Feisty, controlled, and ready to take on the world in stilettos and a power suit, 29-year-old Brooke Mortimer has no idea what's about to hit her.
More than a little work-obsessed, Brooke is determined to catapult her New Zealand business to the next level by wooing corporate America with her professional savvy and sass.
But when America's checkbook comes waltzing in attached to the sexy, rugged, and tanned Logan McManus, Brooke is wary of relinquishing control to a man--any man--especially to one who sets her on fire. She's been there, done that, and only managed to get burned in the end. No way, not this time. What Brooke doesn't know is a bumpy-ride with a foreigner might be exactly what she needs, even if it is a ride she's reluctant to take.
Can Brooke finally relinquish control and trust her heart to make a few decisions of its own?
Escape to beautiful New Zealand in this "tremendously enjoyable" (InD'tale Magazine) "sexy, feel-good chick lit romp" (Geralyn Corcillo, Amazon Best Selling Author).
FINALIST for the International 2016 RONE Award for Chick Lit!
(Formerly known as 'The Heartbroker')
Suitable for readers 16+
Books in the Wellywood Romantic Comedy Series:
0. Wedding Bubbles (short story prequel)
1. Styling Wellywood
2. Miss Perfect Meets Her Match
3. Falling for Grace
Best Book Bit:
When I reach the hotel I’m hot and sweaty and in desperate need of a shower. I spy the sign for the hotel pool. A dip would be bliss right now. I decide to check it out on the off chance no one is around.
As luck would have it, the pool is deserted. Making a quick check around I strip off to my sports bra and cotton panties, loosen my hair, and dive in. The water is refreshing against my skin, cooling my exercised-induced flushed cheeks as I swim a couple of lengths before languishing in the cool water.
Despite my best efforts, my mind wanders to Logan. I find myself sighing as I think of him. Oh yes, he’s definitely that kind of man: the kind women sigh over.
I try to snap myself out of it by reminding myself his attractiveness is merely an annoyance, one I can handle with ease. He’ll be gone soon and I doubt I’ll ever have to see him again.
Just get through the next few days, Brooke, that’s all you have to do.
I duck my head under the water and swim across to the edge of the pool. As I climb up the steps I spot a pile of complimentary towels at the cabana.
I freeze as I hear a door close behind me.
I swivel around, my embarrassment rising as I glance down my dripping wet body. What felt like acceptable attire when I was alone a few short moments ago, now suddenly feels completely unacceptable.
I decide to fake it and plaster a confident smile across my face as I turn to face my fellow swimmer.
Oh. My. Freaking. God. No no no no no! It can’t be him.
“Brooke? Is that you?” Logan asks, sauntering towards me.
Rooted to the spot, I watch with growing mortification as his gaze sweeps my body, finally resting on my face. A smile teases at the corners of his mouth.
He’s wearing swimming trunks and a white T-shirt, snug over his toned chest, a towel tucked under his arm. He’s standing by my side in a few quick strides.
Why does it have to be Logan McManus? Why? Anyone but him!
I’m acutely aware I’m soaking wet, dressed only in a sports bra and undies. And they’re white.
I’m practically naked in front of this man. The almost transparent material clinging to my body leaves little to the imagination.
It’s like a scene from a tacky soft porn movie. In a moment Logan will come out with some cheesy line as he rips off his T-shirt and I’ll fall into his arms in a sexy embrace . . . Or not. Sexy is the very last thing I’m feeling right now.
More like humiliated. Deeply, deeply humiliated.
I struggle to take in enough oxygen.
My eyes dart to the towels mere metres away. I decide to lunge for one in order to preserve what little dignity I still have, then turn to face him. I plaster a look of bravado on my face.
“Logan.” I force a smile and ignore the acrobats doing energetic flips in my belly. “How nice to see you.”
“Great to see you too, Brooke,” he replies in his low, rumbling voice.
‘Hello there, Big Boy,’ my Girly Bits reply, clenching at the chocolaty, masculine sound of it.
I tighten my towel over my chest.
I want to dive back into the pool and hide there like an embarrassed mermaid. But then I’d have to flash him my undies again. I don’t think I could face that level of humiliation once more.
“What are you doing here?” My eyes dart to his swimming trunks and towel as he stands next to the pool. “Other than going for a swim, that is.” I laugh to cover my embarrassment, hoping he’ll laugh with me.
I remind myself he’s almost undoubtedly slept with Lucinda by now. He’s damaged goods. Hot and sexy damaged goods, but damaged goods all the same.
“Yes. I’m going for a swim,” he confirms, still smiling at me, holding my gaze. “And it looks like you’ve just had one.” Once again his eyes slide down my body and back up again, causing me to catch my breath. “Water nice?”
I swallow. “Lovely. I needed to cool off after my run. But I’m going to get some work in now. So, I’ll see you later?” I ask in a sing-song-y voice, inching away from him.
I’m so flustered by his unexpected arrival—and the fact he looks so darn gorgeous—I can’t get out of here fast enough.
“Sure. Catch you later, Brooke,” he replies, putting his towel down on one of the lounge chairs.
He pulls his T-shirt over his head, and I’m mesmerized by what can only be called a Magic Mike Moment. Only he’s here, in the flesh. And my, what flesh!
I’m rooted to the spot, transfixed by his toned, tanned body. He’s in great shape: broad shoulders, defined torso, and strong, muscular arms.
My body thrums at the sight of him. I tell you, it’s all I can do to stop myself reaching out and stroking his chest there and then.
I shake my head to break the spell he’s cast over me and walk as fast as I can towards the door. Just as I’m about to push it open, blushing fiercely, he calls out to me.
“Hey Brooke? What are you doing later? Do you have some time to get together, say after lunch?”
He’s now standing facing me, wearing just his hip hugging trunks. I steel myself as I turn to face him. He’s just a man, Brooke, like your brother. Yes, that’s right, just like your brother. And seeing your brother in his swimming shorts is no big deal, is it?
“Um, just working.” I concentrate hard on looking at the spot just to the right of his head so as to control myself, causing him to look behind him to see what’s attracted my attention.
“Everything okay?” he enquires, looking concerned.
“Ah, fine. Never better.”
Just keep looking to the side, Brooke. Not at him, whatever you do.
“Okay. Good.” He’s clearly feeling awkward at my odd behaviour. “Can we get together then? At about two?”
“Oh, sure. Of course. Two would be great.”
“See you in the lobby then.”
I turn to leave, scuttling through the door as quickly as I can as I hear him splash into the pool.
How’s that ‘I-can-ignore-my-feelings-for-Logan-and-just-focus-on-work’ thing working out right now, Brooke? Hmmm, yes, it’s definitely a work in progress.
Brooke is a strong, independent woman who has been dealt a crappy hand in life several times, having lost her mom to cancer and then having her heart crushed by a man she thought she'd spent the rest of her life with - twice!
I laughed when the story mentioned Brooke being a fully carded member of the ARA (you'll have to read the book to find out what this stands for, but it's funny!).
The characters are pretty well developed, though a bit cliched at times. Then again, what rom-com isn't, right? And as the author comically states: "...there's a feeling of calm, of reassurance and satisfaction when the hero and heroine finally do get it together at the end."
As much as I liked Brooke and Logan, Jocelyn was my favorite character. Her comical sayings had me chuckling throughout the book. I do hope the author considers writing a spin-off novella with Jocelyn as the main character. That would be a hoot!
To summarize, if you enjoy movies like Runaway Bride, My Best Friend's Wedding, and Bridget Jones's Diary, this book should be on your reading list!
Cheesy? Okay, sure. Entertaining? Always! And that's why we love them!