At Arm’s Length

Falling for the man who has a crush on my best friend? Worst. Idea. Ever. Plus – he hates me.

Jackson Schmidt is the biggest jerkity jerk ever. Our small town should totally erect a statue to commemorate his jerkityness, jerkdom— Uggh! There are literally not enough words for ‘jerk’ to depict the man.

Unfortunately, Jackson is also the most gorgeous specimen of manhood my small town has ever seen. One look at him and I want to jump and climb him like a tree. But whenever he opens his mouth, his status as the biggest bastard on the planet is immediately reinstated.

My libido does not give one flying hoot Jackson is a dick who has a crush on my friend. Nope. Not at all. No matter how much of a schmuck the man is – and trust me he takes schmuck to the next level – I continue to pant after him like a nerdy freshman crushing on the prom king.

If I want to keep my sanity, I’m going to have to keep Jackson AT ARM’S LENGTH.

Meh. Sanity is totally overrated.

This enemies to lovers small town romantic comedy features a woman who won’t let a little thing like missing a forearm stop her, a hunky man she wants to rub up against like a cat in heat except he totally hates her, and a nosy, interfering Grandma who is determined to push the two together.

At Arm’s Length is a standalone book in the Love in the Suburbs romantic comedy series.

Series complete!

“D.E. Haggerty has hit it out of the park with this one. …The inner dialogue of Shelby made me laugh uproariously throughout the book. …Highly recommend!” ~ N.N. Light’s Book Heaven

“This follow up book to About Face is a top notch book. The characters are hilarious, especially Grandma), the characters feel real and the story is engaging.” ~ StoreyBook Reviews

“Romance, humor and steam! What more could you want???” ~ Goodreads Reviewer

“Haggerty nails it again! She makes me laugh so much when I’m reading her books. I absolutely adored this book.” ~ readingmypages

“the characters … are so vividly drawn they positively jump off the page.” ~firthproof

“Wow what a story! I thought the first book was good but this one tops it!” ~Goodreads Reviewer

“What the hell is she doing here?” Jackson spits the word ‘she’ out as if she – meaning me – is the most horrible person in the world. Dickhead

“Jackson, we need this equipment up and running within the hour. Who else are we going to call?” Frankie explains.  

Jackson glares at me. If looks could kill, I’d be in major trouble. “How do you know she can handle this?” 

I bristle. Who does he think he is? “I can handle this in my sleep. Just get out of my way and I’ll get started.” 

“Frankie!” Bailey screams from the other side of the conference room. She’s waving her arms like a madwoman.

Frankie looks at both of us with wild eyes. “Please don’t kill each other,” she begs before running off. 

“Don’t fuck this up for her.” Jackson sneers at me.

“It’s fine, Pretty Boy. I’ve seriously got this.” 

“Yeah, well, you have a history of ruining things for Frankie.” 

I gasp. What the hell? I’ve never ruined anything for Frankie. She’s my best friend. I’d walk through fire for her, which is exactly how it feels to have to deal with this asshat. 

“You tricked her into not wearing her bandage when we went to view the location for our offices.” He continues to throw accusations my way. “And then you forced her to go swimming before she was ready.” 

I roll my eyes. “Dude, she was never going to be ready. Trust me. I know.” I hold up my right arm. 

Jackson takes a step back as if I’d slapped him. Ouch. That hurts. I’m used to people being small-minded assholes about my lack of a right forearm, but I keep hoping Jackson will be different. 

“Just leave. I got this.” 

He reaches forward but drops his hand before he touches me. “I didn’t…That’s not…” 

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