HELL YES IM A BOOK DRUG PUSHER, OKAY?! Leave me alone!!!! (I really think it’s worth noting that I literally had that typed, those Mean Girl quotes, before I even looked up the exact wording…that’s skillz people. It’s a hazard that comes with my friendship. I’d be working out, and then I’d think OH! Winnipeg tonight, YES! I’d be typing something at work and then I’d be all-I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL BED TONIGHT-Aiden! Eeps! I’d pick up my phone randomly and text my friends (I think I picked on about 4 ish people as my fangirl victims) emojis, bitmojis, explanations as to why I loved this book so much in all caps…and, honestly, people really should know this about me. I truly can’t remember the last time I’ve genuinely thought about a book when every moment of my life is so busy. It just sounded, well, I’m not sure what it sounded like, but I would never take credit for it.Īiden stood there, not even two feet away, literally cloaked in the darkness of the hallway like a damn serial killer. I’d barely unplugged the vacuum and turned around to put everything back when I sucked in a breath and let out the girliest, most pathetic squeak in the universe. This book possessed me so wholly that I walked around everywhere with a smile on my face and a skip in my step-literally-just because I was so excited I got to read more of it. Staying up until 3 in the morning, prolonging each and every scene just to maintain that intense and high level of giddiness not found often anymore in books I love…this book was an anomaly. One day long after I quit, so no one would suspect me. And I can’t REMEMBER the last time I’ve read a book so slow…only because I wanted to drag it out as long as I could. It’s been so long since I’ve woken up with a smile on my face, even after I’ve read long into the night. It’s been an even longer time since I’ve had a book that consumes my every waking thought throughout the day. It’s been a long time since a book has made me look forward to bedtime-every night. Of all the people in the world I could have chosen to think the world of, it had to be this one.
With the covers pulled up to his chin, he looked too damn cute. What do you say to the man who is used to getting everything he wants? She has plans and none of them include washing extra-large underwear longer than necessary.īut when Aiden Graves shows up at her door wanting her to come back, she's beyond shocked.įor two years, the man known as The Wall of Winnipeg couldn't find it in him to tell her good morning or congratulate her on her birthday. Being an assistant/housekeeper/fairy godmother to the top defensive end in the National Football Organization was always supposed to be temporary. Vanessa Mazur knows she's doing the right thing. The Wall of Winnipeg and Me by Mariana Zapata
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