Readers are going gaga over UNTAMABLE, Jamie Schlosser's newest standalone.
Find out what people love about this hilarious NEW reality show romance in a laugh out loud sneak peek.
Find out what people love about this hilarious NEW reality show romance in a laugh out loud sneak peek.
When he hears about his next project—a lonely cat hoarder named Estelle--
he expects a little old widow, not the blond bombshell who opens the door.
he expects a little old widow, not the blond bombshell who opens the door.
HILARIOUS SNEAK PEEK
I had just set my phone down on the small dining table when I spied Estelle walking across the parking lot, her blond hair glowing under the tall lamppost.
Before I could second-guess what I was doing, I was cracking the window and yelling, “Hey, Estelle!”
Smooth move, ass-wipe.
She stopped and waved.
Trying to recover from my unrefined attempt to talk to the hottest woman ever, I exited the RV. In a fitted black leather jacket and knee-high fuck-me boots, Estelle looked even more badass than earlier as she spun her keyring around her finger.
“Where are you going?” I asked, panting from trying to get to her so fast. God, I was only making things worse.
Grinning, she motioned toward the pink Jeep Wrangler ten feet away. “I’m heading to Target. The cats are getting low on food, and believe me, you don’t want to be around them if they’ve missed breakfast.”
I laughed and shuffled my feet. “Gotcha. Okay, well, I just wanted to say hi…”
You awkward son of a bitch.
“Do you want to come with me?” she offered, kindly throwing me a bone. “That is, if you need anything…”
“I could use some beer.” I was already nodding my head before she could finish her sentence. Never mind the fact that the RV was already stocked with every kind of beverage a guy could possibly want.
I fell into step beside her. The fuck-me heels made a distinct clack on the concrete with every step as she made her way around to the driver’s side.
“I hope you don’t mind a windy ride,” she said as we got in. “I like driving with the top off if weather allows, and it’s a nice night.”
It was a perfect night. The sky was clear, showcasing the stars and the nearly full moon. At almost seventy degrees, the air felt good. The black interior of the vehicle looked old, but clean. Judging from the faded leather seats, my guess was she left the top off a lot.
“What happens if it rains?” I asked.
She grinned. “I get wet.”
Holy mother of fuck.
Before I could second-guess what I was doing, I was cracking the window and yelling, “Hey, Estelle!”
Smooth move, ass-wipe.
She stopped and waved.
Trying to recover from my unrefined attempt to talk to the hottest woman ever, I exited the RV. In a fitted black leather jacket and knee-high fuck-me boots, Estelle looked even more badass than earlier as she spun her keyring around her finger.
“Where are you going?” I asked, panting from trying to get to her so fast. God, I was only making things worse.
Grinning, she motioned toward the pink Jeep Wrangler ten feet away. “I’m heading to Target. The cats are getting low on food, and believe me, you don’t want to be around them if they’ve missed breakfast.”
I laughed and shuffled my feet. “Gotcha. Okay, well, I just wanted to say hi…”
You awkward son of a bitch.
“Do you want to come with me?” she offered, kindly throwing me a bone. “That is, if you need anything…”
“I could use some beer.” I was already nodding my head before she could finish her sentence. Never mind the fact that the RV was already stocked with every kind of beverage a guy could possibly want.
I fell into step beside her. The fuck-me heels made a distinct clack on the concrete with every step as she made her way around to the driver’s side.
“I hope you don’t mind a windy ride,” she said as we got in. “I like driving with the top off if weather allows, and it’s a nice night.”
It was a perfect night. The sky was clear, showcasing the stars and the nearly full moon. At almost seventy degrees, the air felt good. The black interior of the vehicle looked old, but clean. Judging from the faded leather seats, my guess was she left the top off a lot.
“What happens if it rains?” I asked.
She grinned. “I get wet.”
Holy mother of fuck.
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MORE ABOUT UNTAMABLE
Emery Matheson knows pussies. Cats, that is. As the star of a reality show called The Pussy Tamer, it’s his job to fix extreme feline behavioral issues.
When he hears about his next project—a lonely cat hoarder named Estelle—he expects a little old widow, not the blond bombshell who opens the door.
With a 100 percent success rate, Emery has never had trouble finishing a job. But just a few hours into the first day of filming and one thing is clear—Estelle and her band of misfit pussies will give him a run for his money… and his heart.
Emery Matheson knows pussies. Cats, that is. As the star of a reality show called The Pussy Tamer, it’s his job to fix extreme feline behavioral issues.
When he hears about his next project—a lonely cat hoarder named Estelle—he expects a little old widow, not the blond bombshell who opens the door.
With a 100 percent success rate, Emery has never had trouble finishing a job. But just a few hours into the first day of filming and one thing is clear—Estelle and her band of misfit pussies will give him a run for his money… and his heart.
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Jamie Schlosser grew up on a farm in Illinois surrounded by cornfields. Although she no longer lives in the country, her dream is to return to rural living someday. As a stay-at-home mom, she spends most of her days running back and forth between her two wonderful kids and her laptop. She loves her family, iced coffee, and happily-ever-afters.
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