I PUCKING LOVE YOU
By PIPPA GRANT NOW AVAILABLE
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BLURB
You know those stories where an adorably misunderstood clumsy girl needs a fake date to a wedding so she asks her brother’s best friend and they accidentally fall in love?
I wish that was the kind of life I lead, but it’s not.
I don’t need a date to a wedding. I need a date to a funeral.
Clumsy sometimes fits, but then, that’s true for all of us, right? But adorable? No. Misunderstood? Nope again. I’m just your average girl, standing in front of a funeral invitation, asking it to be a winning lottery ticket instead.
And I don’t have a brother, or a best friend with a brother available, which means I’m stuck with Tyler Jaeger.
Sure, he’s a professional hockey player who also knows advanced calculus, but let’s say we’re not compatible and leave it at that. I should know. I am a matchmaker.
Not a very good one, but that’s beside the point.
I know a mismatch when I see one.
Still, Tyler’s what I’ve got, and I am not going to this funeral solo, so he’s what I’ll take. After all—what could go wrong at a funeral?
I Pucking Love You is a hilariously wrong romantic comedy about the world’s worst matchmaker, a hockey player with a problem he doesn’t want to talk about, and an awkward date-of-convenience that everyone would prefer to forget. It comes complete with a cat working his way through his nine lives, all the sexy times, fish and chips, and a swoony happily-ever-after.
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EXCERPT
Tyler
We all have to be at practice tomorrow morning—check that, this morning, as it’s shortly after midnight—but I don’t want to go home.
I don’t want to drink. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to screw. I want—
Dammit.
I want a bucket of greasy fried fish and chips, because it’s what my big brother used to take me to get every time he came home on leave from the Marines and got annoyed at being hen-pecked by the four sisters between us.
My car’s cold, thanks to the early November weather, and no, I’m not telling you what kind of car I drive, because yes, it very much feels like compensation tonight.
It gets me where I want to go.
That’s all that matters.
That, and getting my ass to Cod Pieces before they close for the night. Could I stay at the bunny bar and get fried fish and chips?
Yes.
Will I?
No fucking way.
I’m still stewing in my own misery when the bright neon sign with the armored cod and the storefront that looks like a medieval castle comes into view at the edge of a strip mall four miles the wrong direction from my downtown condo. I roll the window down, letting in a blast of chilly air and the scent of fries.
Just in time.
I holler my order over the sound of my engine, then pull around to the window to get my fish. Debate calling my brother in Miami.
It’s one AM. He and his wife recently celebrated their kid’s first birthday, and I think they’re working on baby number two.
If I call him in the middle of the night to bitch about how I can’t get it up, he’ll probably hang up on me, then tell our sisters.
And Mom.
She’s a professional comedienne with her own popular Netflix special. There’s no damn way I’m bothering West in the middle of the night for this.
I’ll talk to the fried fish and call it even.
Has as much personality as West had before he married Daisy.
The window swings open. “That’ll be fourteen seventy-three, please.”
My car lurches forward before I remember to put it in park, and I gape up at the woman staring down at me. “Muffy?”
My brain is playing tricks on me. It has to be.
Because there’s no way the curvy, clumsy, smart-mouthed goddess who’s haunting my dick is standing there wearing a Cod Pieces polo and hat.
But she is.
And I swear to god, her long brown braids are recoiling in horror as her whole face twists, her lip curling, her left eye squeezing shut, before she snaps herself together.
“For the hundredth time today, I have no idea who this Muffy person is. My name is Octavia Louisa Beaverhousen.”
Fuck me.
There are two of them? She looks exactly like Muffy. I’m not seeing things, and I’m not projecting just because I want my dick to work again and the bunnies made me think about screwing Muffy in the walk-in fridge at the bunny bar.
“Fourteen seventy-three, please.” She turns away as she holds out a hand, twitching her fingers like she’s waiting for cash or a card.
And that’s when I see the tattoo.
Rufus.
Her cat’s name. It’s on her wrist.
Octavia Louisa Beaverhousen, my ass.
This is Muffy.
Told from Muffy and Tyler’s points of views, this is a wonderful friends to lovers, fake date, what are we doing story. With Ms. Grant’s usual humor, romance, and wonderful characters, this is a five star book. She does an excellent job of balancing fun, flirting, romance, humor, and drama. I definitely recommend you not read this around strangers as they will wonder why you are laughing, smirking, and swooning at any given time while reading.
Muffy is a little awkward but it turns out Tyler is as well, despite being a pro athlete. I like how Tyler stands up for Muffy and encourages her to think positive about herself. He is very sweet, openly accepts her “as is” and supports her anyway he can. I love the lengths Muff will go to in order to help her matchmaking clients. And that Muff Matchmakers welcome box that Muffy and Tyler end up using is a brilliant idea. I feel they are both characters that you can relate to.
All the side characters are amazing — I love the Tyler’s family is still just as hilarious and involved in everyone’s lives as they were in “Crazy for Loving You”. The family group texts, the girls picking on their “baby” brother, and of course whoever keeps changing dad’s phone so it says random comments is a genius! Plus Daisy and her antics are funny as well — cookies delivered late at night to hotel, showing up at said hotel, becoming a ruse for distraction, and her flask. I would like to be adopted into the family! Tyler’s teammates are amazing as well and I loved the scene where a few of them burst into Tyler’s apartment and catch him in the shower. Kami is a wonderful cousin/friend to Muffy and then there’s Muffy’s mom — need I say more?
This is a standalone book and you can read it and follow along just fine without reading the previous four Thrusters books and/or “Crazy for Loving You”. If you have a chance, it would be nice to read them first so you know some of the history of the side characters. Again, not necessary but I feel it will enhance your reading experience.
I received a complimentary copy of this book and am voluntarily giving an honest review
AUTHOR BIO
Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she's not reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.
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