The campus coffee joint was bedecked and bedazzled with holiday spirit including colored mini-lights, tiny, fuzzy Santa hats on all the espresso machine handles, and displays of giant holiday cookies. Fielding would be bouncing off the walls on a sugar high all month long. It was more or less a hypothetical question. By the feel of the soft curves along my spine, that someone was female. A little annoyed, I turned to see who it was.
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Shelves: m-m , novellas-or-short-stories , new-adult-or-young-adult 4 adorkable stars. Review completed November 24, The thing about Fielding was, the other shoe always dropped eventually.
Because Fielding was like a database. Nothing you ever said or did, or that anyone else ever said or did in Fieldings presence, was not noted, scrubbed over carefully, hung out to dry, starched, and redelivered in a clear plastic bag sooner or later.
Solets drop the other shoe, then. I want you to teach me how to kiss, Fielding said in his most arrogant voice. It came 4 adorkable stars. I glowered at her. Then she thought about it. A switch hitter. A man of many moods. Like oysters AND snails. By the way…what mistletoe? Blame it on Eli. She has these Christmas shorts down to a fine art. I loved both main characters, especially the adorkable Fielding.
Love me some highly intelligent geek! I loved to see the inexperienced, sheltered and self-conscious Fielding open up.
He practically thawed and lit up like a Christmas tree when he was with Mick. Well, and Mick, the ladies man, had a hard time taking the plunge and leaping over the fence straight into gay territory. I felt the urge to give him the final nudge…just…do it already!
I liked how protective Mick felt about Fielding and he really did take good care of him. My issues Christmas stories are usually sweet and carefree and rightly so. She was thirty years old at that time and Mick was fourteen. Excuse me but I had to read that twice because I felt like a stone had hit me on the head. And last but not least the author took a serious detour into Sapsville during the epilogue. It made my teeth hurt and I could have done without that.
Thank you very much. Geez, these two guys are darn young. A super quirky and super-duper cute Fielding who turned out to be very cool and sexy managed to put a silly smile on my face all the time.
Extra thumbs up from moi. More please.
Books by Eli Easton
Blame It on the Mistletoe