"Just the book I was looking for. Sweet, funny, and so adorable I grinned ear-to-ear reading." - Michaelene, Librarian
Avery Oliver can see the byline now. Chicago City Girl Tackles Colorado Mountains with Sexy, Reclusive Guide. What better way to jumpstart her journalism career than to head out into the woods with a hunky guide? It’s all very Bear Grylls, but she’ll take it, even if it means ditching her beloved designer suits and handbags.
All Sullivan Reed needs in life is a fly rod and the roar of a river. Playing guide to a hot little reporter can’t end well…until they strike a deal that’s mutually beneficial. She’ll pretend to be his girlfriend to deflect an overly flirtatious neighbor, and he’ll help her with the article. It’s a win-win.
Until it isn’t. Turns out, the only thing Avery's worse at than fishing is being a fake girlfriend, because every time he's with her, he forgets it’s all pretend...
Each book in the Cotton Creek Romance series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1 Romancing the Ranger
Book #2 Hooked on Love
Book #3 Catching the Cowgirl
About the Author
Jennie Marts loves to make readers laugh as she weaves stories filled with love, friendship, and intrigue. Jennie writes for Entangled Publishing and she's the Kindle Bestselling author of the Page Turners series, which includes the romantic comedies: Another Saturday Night and I Ain't Got No Body, Easy Like Sunday Mourning, Just Another
Maniac Monday, and the latest Between the Pages Holiday Novella - A Cowboy for Christmas.
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Hooked on Love
A Cotton Creek Romantic Comedy
By Jennie Marts, Allison Collins
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2016 Jennie Marts
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The distraction of her gorgeous legs almost did him in. Literally.
Sullivan Reed hit the brakes just in time to avoid a collision in front of the general store.
The curvy blonde in the red jacket didn't even notice, her focus intent, trying to wrench her purse from the passenger seat of her car — a little foreign number with rental tags.
She was wearing some kind of short pants, not quite shorts but not really a skirt. Must be the new fashion — not that he paid attention to fashion. According to his ex, he never noticed anything.
But he noticed this woman — noticed her long legs, her too-high heels, and what the hell was up with that purse? It was practically the size of Wyoming. What could she possibly be carrying in there? He could pack for a three-day trip in a grocery sack.
Not that he cared. He didn't have time to be thinking about how high her heels were or the enormity of her handbag when he had other things to worry about. Bigger fish to fry. So to speak.
He needed to get in, grab his supplies, and get back to the shop. He'd stayed up late last night tying some new flies and wanted to get the new stock put up this afternoon so he could be out on the creek by dusk.
Early summer in the Colorado mountains was like paradise to a fly-fisherman. Plus, he needed the time spent fishing tonight to mentally prepare himself for the visitor who was supposed to arrive tomorrow.
Besides, with that long blond hair and tall curvy figure, the woman in the red jacket was totally out of his league.
Not that he had a league, or even wanted to be in a league. He wasn't even particularly interested in the game right now. He just wanted to be left alone.
Present company excluded. He reached across the seat and patted the neck of his golden retriever, Sadie.
Sadie was the only female in his life now, the only female he trusted, and that was fine with him. She hadn't left him, didn't yell at him to make more money, never nagged him to pick up his wet towels off the bathroom floor, and she hardly ever snored. All attributes that he valued.
The dog whined, sitting upright in the seat of his old truck, her gaze intent on the blond woman.
She stood on the sidewalk, oblivious to him and the fact he'd almost run her down, her large round sunglasses perched low on her nose as she looked over them to read the parking meter.
Sully watched her dig into her cavernous bag for change. He was no lip reader, but he was fairly certain she dropped a pretty clear F-bomb before pulling her hands out and throwing them up in disgust, apparently giving up on the effort.
He stepped out of his truck, his gaze captivated by the way her hips swayed and the swish of the breezy fabric of her shorts against her legs as she hurried into Miller's Mercantile. He slammed the door and stepped up to the curb, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his shorts and jingling his loose change.
After dropping a quarter into his own meter, he paused in front of hers.
It would serve her right to get a ticket. "Just because this town is small doesn't mean you can just ignore the law," he grumbled, half to himself, half to the dog who watched him intently, and then he dropped a quarter into her meter.
Pausing, he thought about the size of her purse — she was probably pretty high maintenance and would be in there for a while.
He dropped in a second quarter.
The bell above the old door rang as he entered the general store. It was a little past noon, but the summer day had already heated up, and he was thankful for the coolness inside.
Madge Miller sat behind the counter, as permanent a fixture in the store as the old time bubble gum machines and the wooden canoe that hung from the ceiling. She usually had her nose buried in the latest romance novel, but today her book sat on the counter, her interest taken by the new customer who was filling her arms with supplies.
"Hey, Madge," Sully said with a nod as he watched the woman throw a shirt over her arm then bump into a display rack of souvenir key chains.
The rack rattled and clanged as it wobbled. Unfazed, the woman steadied the rack, juggling the clothes in her arms as she silenced the jingling key chains, then she turned to rifle through the hangers on a rack of swimwear. Either she was used to knocking into things or she was doing a damn good imitation of not being frazzled by the near destruction of a merchant display.
She'd pushed her sunglasses on top of her head, the large frames looking like the eyes of a fly poking out of her wavy blond hair.
Miller's Mercantile was Cotton Creek's go-to store. It had grown over the years and now sold everything from toilet paper to tennis shoes. They even stocked a little fishing gear.
"Hey, Sully. Something I can help you find?" Madge asked, keeping her eye on the blond woman, who grabbed a bright red bikini off the rack and added it to her pile.
The swimsuit looked awful skimpy, and his mouth went dry at the thought of her curvy body squeezed into it.
He was glad Madge was looking the other way and didn't notice the heat rushing to his cheeks. "Just need some batteries and a pack of lightbulbs."
"Do you have a place I could try these on?" the other woman asked.
"Sure, hon. I'll show you the dressing rooms," Madge said, getting off her stool and then leading her toward the curtained stalls in the back of the store.
Sully tried to focus on the task at hand. What had he come in for again? Oh yeah, batteries.
But he found himself drifting closer to the fitting rooms. He almost choked on his gum when he saw her grab a pair of chest waders off the rack before she pushed through the curtain and dumped her purse and the contents of her arms in a heap on the floor.
This girl did not look like the fishing type.
He caught one last glimpse of her long expanse of tanned legs before she pulled the curtain shut with a clatter as the metal rings ran along the flimsy pole. The fabric stopped several feet short of the floor, and his eyes widened at the sight of her bare feet as she kicked off her high-heeled shoes.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Madge asked, drawing his attention.
He cleared his throat, the temperature of the room seeming to heat up by ten degrees. "I'm gonna need a couple of packages of those batteries. And some D-cells. I didn't see any on the shelves."
"I think I've got some in the back. Gimme a minute and let me go check." She gestured to the curtained dressing room and winced at the swear word uttered loudly from behind it. "Can you keep an eye on things out here?"
"Oh, yeah, sure thing," he stuttered, his eye going to the mountain of clothing visible on the floor of the dressing room.
* * *
Avery Oliver reached for the pink T-shirt on the top of the pile of clothes she'd dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. The shirt read: "You'll fall for Cotton Creek Falls." Driving in, she'd seen a sign for the state park and the giant waterfall, Cotton Creek's obvious source of tourism, on the outskirts of the tiny town. If you even considered this a town. More like a few old stores, a church, and a single stoplight.
Standing in only her black lace bra and panty set, she held the shirt up to her, not bothering to try it on. She was expensing all of this stuff to the magazine where she worked anyway.
Serves them right for giving me this crappy assignment.
She'd only been with the outdoor magazine a few months. It had been her only option at the time, the only one that had given her a chance. She'd never considered herself much of an expert on the outdoors, even an amateur. She'd never been camping, preferring hotels and room service to roughing it in the wilderness, and she deemed it hiking if she had to walk the ten blocks to her job in Chicago instead of taking a cab.
Which was why she'd been assigned to do the story in the first place. The magazine had a last minute opening in their next issue, and some genius thought it would be fun to send a tried-and-true city girl into the mountains to see if she could learn how to fish — a real 'fish out of water' story.
They were calling it "A Week in the Wild" and had enlisted the services of a local fly-fisherman and his shop in the middle of Podunksville, Colorado. She didn't know anything about fishing — except that she preferred grilled salmon over smoked.
They'd given her nine days, two extra for travel. Nine days in Cotton Creek to spend time with the owner of the store and see if she could learn to fish. They'd even arranged for her to go on a guided fly-fishing trip down the river with him.
Oh joy. She couldn't wait for that. Two days spent on a stinky boat with some old guy that probably smelled like fish and worms.
Her only saving grace was that she'd been in contact with an editor at a larger magazine who'd told her to get some experience, and if she could nail a great article with the smaller magazine, they'd consider taking her on for their publication.
So as much as she dreaded this assignment, she needed to make the best of it and do a good job.
Which meant she had to spend some time outdoors and at least try to learn how to fish.
The editor had made the arrangements, and she'd been on a plane within a few days of getting the assignment, leaving her only enough time to pack the essentials and what she thought she might need. She'd thrown in some shorts and summer shirts and a pair of sneakers but had no time to shop for any actual outdoor gear. She'd assumed she could buy what she needed once she got to town.
Arriving about an hour ago, she'd checked into her room at the local bed and breakfast. It was only as she drove through the town that she realized her shopping choices were severely limited.
Miss Abigail, the cute little old lady that ran the bed and breakfast had suggested she try Miller's Mercantile, claiming they had just about everything.
They did have everything, including an old canoe hanging from the ceiling. Everything about the store was old, from the battered display shelves to the crumbling water-stained walls to the woman sitting behind the counter, reading a book.
She tried to see the charm in the decades-old store, with its kitschy knickknacks, polished hardwood floors, and the underlying scent of lemon floor wax.
But she was hot and tired and her patience was wearing thin, and all she saw as she looked around was a scattering of cheap clothes on the dressing room floor. If you could even call it that. It was really just a set of partitions separated by flimsy dividers against the back wall of the store.
Peering up the paneled walls, she saw boxes and display racks stacked in the rafters of the unfinished ceiling. A series of cobwebs clung to the single lightbulb above the dressing room, and she started at the sight of a bare-armed hand poking out from behind a box, but then she realized it belonged to the arm of a mannequin.
Great, it would be just her luck to have one of those boxes or a one-armed mannequin fall on her head.
She'd already tried on a plaid shirt that blocked UV rays and mosquitoes — note to self, get bug spray — and some khaki quick-dry shorts that had enough zippered pockets to hold everything and the kitchen sink.
She let out a sigh and picked up the chest waders, or at least that's what the tag said they were called. How do you even wear these things?
They were like a pair of rubber overalls with adjustable canvas suspenders, and she wrinkled her nose at their strong latex smell. Pausing, she considered putting her clothes back on first, but she didn't want them to smell like the weird rubbery scent of the waders.
Should she even try them on at all? She had no idea.
But she decided it was better to try them on now and figure out how they worked rather than make a fool of herself in front of the fishing guide.
Leaning against the wall, she pulled the chest waders on and slid the suspenders over her bare shoulders, then stood back to check her reflection in the mirror, laughing at the image of her lacy bra and panty set under the waders as she stood on the banks of a creek.
That'd shake up this sleepy town.
The waders had slick soles and the filmy rubber stuck to her skin. She lifted her knee, sticking her hand into the waders to release the suction of the rubber. Unsteady on one foot, with her hand caught against her leg, her feet slipped on the tile. She lost her balance and bumped against the wall. The boxes above her rattled in the rafters, and she pulled her hand free as she peered up, blinking into the dust that had shaken loose.
A small movement in the rafters caught her eye, and she froze, staring in shock at the thin greenish snake that slithered out of the loosened box and glided across the rafter.
What the hell?
She blinked, unable to comprehend the image of a snake on the ceiling of her dressing room. Taking a step back, she knocked into the partition, jostling it against the wall and knocking the snake loose.
Frozen in place, her eyes wide, she could only stare as it clung to the side of the rafter with the end of its tail, the rest of its thin striped body dangling in the air.
Then to her utter horror, it lost its grip and dropped from the ceiling, its slimy, slithering body hitting her chest and her bare stomach before it fell straight down into the leg of the waders.
For one long second, she stood stock still, immobile with the terror of what had just happened — then all hell broke loose.CHAPTER 2
Sully heard the shriek of panic and dropped the pack of batteries as he raced for the dressing room.
He didn't hesitate. Sensing she was in trouble, he shoved a rack of clothes out of his way as he sprinted toward her.
He'd barely reached the fitting room when the curtain pushed out, and the woman inside flung herself through it and into his arms.
Hopping back, she continued to shriek as she peeled down the suspenders of the waders, exposing her bare stomach and ample breasts that practically popped out of a black lace bra.
Scarcely able to register that she was in her underwear and waders, he could only stare as she performed what appeared to be a panicked striptease.
"Get them off," she screamed at him, falling to the floor and kicking her legs. "There's a snake in my pants!"
He finally grasped what she was saying — not that a snake in her pants made any kind of sense — but he reckoned she wanted out of the pants and grabbed the heel of the waders. Giving a hard tug, he tried to free her, but the rubber stuck to her bare legs.
Between that, the way she was kicking her legs, and the distraction of the black lace thong she revealed as he pulled on the waders, it was a miracle he could focus enough to do anything.
He gave a final yank, and her foot popped free. She wriggled backward, drawing her knees up to her chest as a small garter snake slithered out of the top of the waders.
"Get it! There it is!" she screamed, pointing at the snake.
He reached down and picked the snake up by the tail, holding it in the air as it tried to coil up to his hand. "This little guy?"
"Little? He didn't seem little when he was slithering down my chest," she shrieked, her breath coming out in hard gasps. "I'd like to see how you'd react if you had a snake in your pants."
He blinked — completely at a loss for how to respond to that.
He was saved by Madge hurrying in from the back room, a package of batteries in her hand. "What's going on? I heard someone screaming."
She looked down at the woman in her underwear on the floor, and her eyes widened.
Sully glanced around, looking for something, anything, to give the blonde to cover up with. He grabbed a compact umbrella from the rack next to him and tossed it to her. It was the closest thing to him, and it was better than nothing.
She caught the umbrella and, turning it over in her hands, she gave him an incredulous look. "What the hell am I supposed to do with this?"
"Open it," he sputtered, gesturing to her body. "To cover yourself."
"I'm not opening an umbrella inside. It's bad luck." She tossed it to the floor.
He couldn't believe it. The woman who just had a snake fall in her pants was now worried about her luck.
Madge grabbed a raincoat from a nearby rack and passed it to the woman, who offered her a grateful glance then covered herself with the jacket. "There was a snake. It came out of those boxes in the ceiling and fell on me. It hit my chest then fell down inside my pants."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Such a fun read. I love how Jennie Marts is able to pull you into the story. Her characters are always so fun & entertaining & you find yourself rooting for their happy ending. Hooked on Love was a sweet (& sexy) love story about a big city reporter & a quiet low key mountain fisherman. There were some super funny situations..... a snake in waders is just one episode that will have you laughing. This is the second book in the Cotton Wood series but can be read as a stand alone. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
reat follow up to the first book in the series and just as charming! I expected Avery to be the typical city girl who is completely out of place in nature, but she completely surprised me, (and Sully), by how easily she adapted - after a few funny mishaps. I loved how sexy Sully was without him even realizing it. The chemistry between them was great, and aside from the expected hiccup between them, it was pretty drama free. I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.
Wow! This book was so much fun! I laughed so hard so many times that my husband kept asking me "what is it". Jennie Marts delivers lots of humor, steamy romance, and a heartwarming romance in this story. "Hooked on Love" by Jennie Marts is book number two in the "Cotton Creek Romance" series. This is Avery Oliver and Sullivan Reed's story. On the surface Avery and Sullivan characters don't seem compatible but they are perfect for each other. This is a great story to escape from life's troubles. Get comfy, because once you start you won't be able to put the book down. This story is the best stress reliever! FYI, includes mature content. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Looking for a broody, blushing fisherman - one who doesn’t realize how sexy he is? Like to hear about an adventurous city girl writing an article about this gruff fisherman - one she loves making blush for his sexy, lumberjack ways? Look no further! I giggled and laughed out loud through the entirety of Hooked on Love by Jennie Marts that my face still hurts from grinning ear-to-ear. Sullivan Reed completely stole my heart, and he hasn’t given it back! His ex, aka the “She-devil,” did such a number on his confidence, by calling him dull and telling him he wasn't good enough. I wanted to shake Sully sometimes and shout, “You’re a catch, you sexy man!” Thankfully, he has Avery for that. She is such a forthright character, letting Sully know how sexy she finds him. It is adorable how often this gruff man with his beard and fisherman ways blushes throughout this story. He even attempts to dress up for her with his “good” cologne. A first since his ex left him. Avery is his perfect catch (and yes, that pun is intended). This book is full of puns and innuendo, and I snorted with giggles. I love that Sully didn’t pick up on how dirty his fish lingo sounds either until Avery points it out. When Sully mentions that he doesn’t want the attention of a woman in town, Avery teases him, saying the woman should use a different approach to get his attention. “If she were smart, she’d take up fishing. I heard it’s a great way to get a rod in your hands.” And, wait for it ... he blushes! “How could she make fishing sound so dirty?” It’s because he’s as hooked on her as she is on him. I love seeing them break their walls down, and I just adored the entire premise. The bold, yet undeniably earnest Avery and the shy, moody Sully. It is a refreshingly fun read, and there isn’t any added drama because this book doesn’t need it. The characters run this story, and I am honored that for a day, I lived in this story with them. It also didn’t hurt that halfway through the story my dreams came true. In one part, Sully whips off his shirt in the rain and grabs a power tool (I’ll let you read which one). When Sully sees Avery’s open mouth, he assumes he looks like a scary murderer. Avery sees something else - the same thing as I did. A crazy hot lumberjack! I pumped my fist because, heck, yeah! Hooked on Love snagged me on the hook and reeled me in. I went along quite willingly, and what a catch this book is. Now, if you’ll excuse me, dear readers … (picks up fishing rod and car keys) I think I might head down to a river. In a small town. Probably in the mountains of Colorado. This girl is goin’ fishin’! *I received an arc for an honest review. This review is also part of the Tasty Book Tour. Check it out here: http://www.tastybooktours.com/2016/09/hooked-on-love-cotton-creek-2-by-jennie.html
This is the first book by Jennie Marts that I've ever read and I really enjoyed it! I will definitely have to read more from her. Hooked on Love was a fun romance that had me laughing out loud more than once. It is part of her Cotton Creek series but can be read as a stand alone. I did not read the first book in the series and didn't feel lost or like I was missing anything at all. I really loved Avery's character. I thought she was going to be an annoying stuck up city girl but she was really funny. She has a dirty mind and talks in innuendo a lot which had me smiling like a goof while reading it in the coffee shop the other day. Avery is definitely not used to the outdoors so I laughed at some of her misadventures. Sullivan is your typical outdoorsy guy. He loves everything about fishing, has a beard, dresses like a lunberjack, and has muscles in all the right places. haha! He starts off as a gruff and grumpy guy but Avery brings out his lovable side and he finds himself smiling more. Sullivan has an ex-wife that destroyed his confidence and trust, so he does throw a few pity parties...so be prepared to want to shake him a bit. I wanted him to tell off his ex so bad! These two had great chemistry so there were a few steamy scenes but it didn't overwhelm the story. There were plenty sweet, funny, and exciting moments between the two. ** I received an ARC of this title in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own. **
I voluntarily reviewed this ARC from Netgalley in exchange for a honest review.I haven't read book 1 in this series,but it can be read as a standalone.Who wouldn't want to live in a cabin with a good looking guy that looks like Sullivan.I will definitely recommend this book to my friends.
Hooked on Love by Jennie Mart....OMG, The story caught me hook, line and sinker, I could not put it down. Jennie has written a fun, sweet, sexy story with fantastic characters. Avery and Sully are perfect together and fun to watch these two fall for each other. Can this city girl and country boy make it work? I voluntarily reviewed an advance copy of this book given by publisher via NetGalley.
The story of Sullivan and Avery is fun, fresh and new! I loved the premise of city girl vs mountain man, but was pleasantly surprised on how it plowed through the story line I had envisioned and blossomed into something so much more. It had humor and fleshed out characters and supporting characters. Don't miss out on this really adorable and well written romance. An Advanced Reader Copy was supplied by the publisher in exchange for an honest review **
i have to confess that there were several moments in this novel where i was just laughing out loud. everything that was happening was pure physical comedy and once you get the image in your head you can't stop yourself. picture a city girl trying on a pair of waders in a small town general store. imagine that she's in her underwear. and then a snake drops into the waders. the chaos that ensues had me in stitches. it was all too ridiculous. in hooked on love, our city girl, avery oliver, is a fish out of water. but her good humor, her easy spirit and can-do-anything attitude really make the story. sullivan reed, our hero, is surly, damaged and so insecure. he looks the part of the fierce mountain man, but inside he is a ball of goo. and somehow the combination of these two characters just works. they play off each other beautifully. there's humor but just enough poignancy that adds a little heft to the story. it's not just a frothy tale. it's a story about fresh starts, and new beginnings, and learning that the biggest adventures don't mean you have to travel the world, sometimes it just means opening yourself to another person and seeing where that takes you. **hooked on love will publish on october 17, 2016. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing in exchange for my honest review.
Such a cute, fun, sexy story! I loved Sully and Avery was a hoot. Avery is a city girl to the core but she'll do anything to get her journalism career jump started. Even heading out into the woods with a sexy guide and fishing pole. Her guide isn't so eager to help her out though. Then opportunity comes around. Avery pretends to be Sully's girlfriend in exchange for his cooperation, that way she gets her story and he gets away from his overly eager neighbor! Everything is going fine until they get stranded by a storm in his cabin with nothing to do but...well I'm sure they'll think of something!! This one is definitely a recommended read!
I was hooked when Avery had a snake down her waders, and I could not put this book down. A fun sexy romance book of complete opposites but a sizzling chemistry that they can not deny. Avery, a journalist from Chicago is trying to get an advancement in her career, what better way but to get a story on fly fishing from a Colorado fisherman. Sully, has own fishing store and is a guide for fly fishing, very contented in his life except for his neighbor lady, who wants Sully for herself. Avery has agreed to a fake relationship while she is there getting the story, until they are stranded in a cabin during a storm when fake turns into real. Can they make there opposites work out? This is the second book in the Cotton Creek Romance, but a complete stand alone. I'm loving this small town in Colorado. Great characters that will have you laughing out loud. I highly recommend this book. I received this book from netgalley for an honest review
I really enjoyed this book - it's a sexy and fun romance that blossoms when Avery, a magazine writer that wants to experience all the adventures that life has to offer, shows up in Cotton Creek to learn to fly fish so she can write an article about it. She is expecting an older curmudgeon gentleman to introduce her to fly fishing, instead she encounters Sully, a slightly damaged mountain man looking only to live his life in solitude. One thing leads to another and a funny romance follows. If you enjoy light hearted romance, you will love this book.
Hooked on Love is book two in the Cotton Creek series by Jennie Marts. Jennie Marts has done it again with this book. I didn’t really know what to expect going in and wow, I ended up falling in love with this little gem of a romance. Sullivan Reed or ‘Sully’ leads a simple life. He has his little cabin, his business that sells fishing supplies and takes out guided tours, his grandfather’s old fishing cabin up the mountain and his best friend, his golden retriever, Sadie. That’s all he needs. Sully has been deeply hurt and he won’t ever let himself be put back in that position again. His ex-wife took everything she could from him and she continues to take. But more than the physical or monetary things she took from him, she also took his self confidence. She was an angry, bitter woman, and told him regularly that he wasn’t enough. That he was boring and simple. Sully hasn’t felt the least bit interested in connecting with a woman since the divorce. That is until he ran smack dab into a pair of the most beautiful legs he’d ever seen. And those legs belonged to a very beautiful woman by the name of Avery Oliver. “What was it about her that had his stomach in knots and his palms starting to sweat?” Avery lives in Chicago and was sent to Cotton Creek, Colorado to do a story on the city girl in the mountains learning to fly fish. Avery is to stay in Cotton Creek for a week and a half and spend time with Sullivan Reed learning to fish. Their first encounter together was hilarious and definitely was not a romantic one. Avery needs to make this article the best she has ever written. So much is riding on it. She was offered a promotion if the article was a good one. But all it took was one fly fishing lesson to show them both that they shared something special. Thus began their adventure together. And let me tell you, it was truly an adventure. But through it all, Sully’s inner voice kept telling him that he could never be anything to her. That she would never fall for a guy like him. “Why the heck would someone like Avery Oliver even think twice about him?” “How could someone that thrived on the thrill of adventure ever be satisfied living in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere with someone as dull as him?” This was a delightfully sweet, sexy and fun book. Avery showed Sully who he could be, who he really was. And that is a romantic, fun, adventurous and sexy man. In her eyes, a VERY sexy man. Can Sully learn to trust in the feelings that are growing between them? Can they find a way to make a life together with her life in Chicago and his in Colorado? I hope you’ll pick up the book to find out. Now I need to go back and read book one of this series, Romancing the Ranger. I am in love with this little Colorado town of Cotton Creek and can’t wait to read more about the people that live there.
Ms. Marts has a knack for doing the unexpected. Complicated situations are explored in a whole new light. City girl meets country boy, becomes an adventure of the heart in Hooked on Love. Avery is a big city girl with equally large aspirations that take her from Chicago to Colorado. Sully is the rugged country boy with a love for the great outdoors and a revulsion to the city life. With her standard brand of winning charm, Jennie Marts broaches modern stereotypes and creates an inviting story full of engaging characters, witty dialogue and flirtatious sensuality. An old theme with a fresh twist.