Grandma is NOT taking over my love life. I don’t care who I have to fake date to get me out of this.
My grandma is trying to hook me up. To be painfully specific, my seventy-five-year-old grandmother thinks a little hanky-panky would cheer me up. Direct quote.
Since I’m currently banished from the big city and living in her house in some small town, I can’t escape the endless line of grandchildren of friends who keep ‘dropping by’ for dinner. Literally, I can’t escape. I can barely manage the trek to the dining room at this point.
While Grandma’s determined to find me a husband, I’m determined to learn how to walk again so I can walk away from this small town and her matchmaking skills. Spoiler alert: She has no matchmaking skills.
But then I get a brilliant idea. I can fake date my physical therapist. If the hospital held a most eligible bachelor contest, Brodie would win hands down. He’s kind, patient, and sexy with a capital S.
Perfect material for a fake date. Except he wants a real date. Gulp. A real date with me? Is he for real? I’m no longer the stylish girl with the glamorous job in the big city. Now, I’m a woman with a shattered leg and a scarred face.
Can he convince me to give love in a small town a chance? Or am I headed straight back to the big city as soon as I can walk again?
This scarred heroine small town romantic comedy features a woman who thinks her life is over because of a couple of scars, a man determined to prove she’s beautiful because of and not despite her scars, and an interfering Grandma who thinks matchmaking her granddaughter is the best way to prove her love. It’s not.
About Face is a standalone book in the Love in the Suburbs small town romantic comedy series.
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“If I could give this more than 5 stars I would. I started this book and could not put it down until I finished the last word. This book had me laughing so hard I was crying, misty over some touching moments, and frustration with Frankie over her self-pity act.” ~ StoreyBook Reviews
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“If you’re looking for a small-town romance with dashes of women’s fiction, pick up About Face. I loved it and can’t wait for book two.” ~ N.N. Light’s Book Heaven
“The story was great. Entertaining and light hearted but serious when need be. The romance sweet and sexy. Wonderful from beginning to end.” ~ books are love
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Hey, beautiful. Want to go see a movie tonight?
Ugh. No. I want to drown myself in ice cream and tequila. Not tonight.
Come on. It’ll be fun. I’ll let you pick the movie.
Too late. I’m here.
Ding dong. Damn.
“What are you doing here?” I demand of Brodie when I open the front door.
He smiles and shrugs. “Cheering you up by taking you out on a date.”
“How did you know I needed cheering up?”
His eyes snag on something behind me before he blushes and drops his head to stare at his shoes. I twirl around and – yep! – there’s my grandmother standing at the end of the hallway. She gives me a thumbs-up before ducking back into the living room. She’s such a meddler! How did she even get Brodie’s phone number?
“Look, it’s sweet you came here to cheer me up, but I don’t feel like going out.”
“Just go, Frankie girl,” Grandpa shouts from the living room. Is there no privacy in this house? “Lord knows you could do with some cheering up.” I may have been a little grumpy since I came back home from the city this morning, but it can’t have been too bad. “Finally, I can have control of the remote in my own home.”
Guess I’m not wanted here. “Fine,” I tell Brodie. “I’ll go.”
“Remember, she doesn’t have a curfew,” Grandma shouts. “Feel free to bring her back any time. Tomorrow morning is good.”
Oh my god! The woman is the bane of my existence. “Let’s get out of here before they try to sell me to you in marriage.”