Luke RUINED Violet’s life – the jerk. And now he’s back. Sticking his nose into her life again. Who does he think he is?
Just when I think I’ve got it all figured out – BOOM! – in walks trouble.
It’s taken me years, but my life is finally back on track – new job, new friends, a complete new Violet! I don’t even cry myself to sleep every night anymore.
But then he walks through the front door of my new workplace. This small town is not big enough for the two of us. How dare he come here and ruin everything for me – again!
Luke Freaking Bauer. Not the boy who got away. Nuh-uh. Not even close. The boy who tossed me aside when I needed him the most.
But when I look deep into those hurt eyes, I forget I’m the one who was wronged. And when his gaze drops to my lips, I forget about my vow to never let him touch me again.
He touches me and my mind goes completely blank. Until that little plus sign appears. Oh boy. I’m KNEE DEEP in trouble and sinking fast.
Do I give Mr. Life Destroyer a chance for the sake of our baby?
This second chance small town romantic comedy features a woman done wrong who is ready to throw her life away, a tatted biker she loves to hate, and a nosy, interfering family who think they know what’s best and aren’t afraid to take action to get to prove it. Author’s note: they do not know best. Not even close.
Knee Deep is a standalone book in the Love in the Suburbs romantic comedy series.
“Wonderfully written story. I can’t wait to dive into the previous stories and for what comes next for this small town.” ~ Up All Night Blog
“Oh my heart! So much humor but make sure you have some tissues handy! Their journey broke my heart but it was certainly put back together!! And Grandma… I love her and her meddling ways!!” ~ Closet Romance Reader
“Knee Deep was the perfect mix of laughs, heat, second chances and love. If you’re looking for a second chance romcom this one is a MUST READ!” ~ Book Addict Reviews
“Grandma is absolutely hilarious and makes me want to go read the rest of the series just to get more of her.” ~ Canadian Girl Book Blog
When you’re looking for a great, funny, chick lit book that embraces almost every romance trope out there, you can count on author D. E. Haggerty to nail it every time. ~ Barb Taub, Writing & Coffee
I love the dynamic between all of the characters in this book. Not only the steamy enemies-to-lovers story between Violet and Luke, but also the friendships between the other ladies, the other guys, and Grandma! ~ Goodreads reviewer
“I’m going to get a drink.” I don’t make it two steps before Luke’s there stopping me. I glare at his hand on my upper arm until he drops it. “I thought we agreed to avoid each other.” We didn’t agree to anything of the sort, but maybe if I say we did, he’ll believe me.
“We need to talk.”
Not this again. “I think I’ve said everything I want to say to you. I know I’ve definitely heard everything I ever want to hear from you.”
“If you’re avoiding me, why did you text me?”
I knew my text was going to come back to bite me in the ass. I’m impulsive the one time. “I was mad. I apologize.”
“I’m not letting you off so easy. Let’s talk outside.”
I glance around the room and notice everyone is staring at us. Someone even cut off the music. And then there’s Grandma and her cronies inching their way closer and closer to us.
“Fine!” I say before twirling around and stomping to the door.
“Ten bucks says they end up playing release the kraken.” I switch directions, intent on slapping Shelby, but Luke grabs hold of my hand and drags me towards his motorcycle.
“Can’t we talk out here?” I ask as he places the helmet over my head. Luke nods towards the wine bar where everyone is now plastered against the window like they’re at a peeping tom convention. “Whatever,” I mumble as I watch Luke climb on his bike. I do my darndest not to stare at his muscular thighs straddling the engine. And I fail. Boy, do I fail.
I climb on behind Luke while trying to keep as much distance as possible. When we were dating back in the day, taking a ride on Luke’s bike was one of my absolute favorite things in the world. Plastered to his back, my breasts squished against him, the rumble of the pipes vibrating through my legs. Nothing could beat it. After we ended in a great big ball of flames, I couldn’t look at a motorcycle for months without crying.
Luke revs the engine and we shoot out of the parking lot. Contrary to what Shelby thinks I’m not trouble, but I am in trouble.