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Published by Riptide
Released on November 14, 2016
Cute, fun, and light-hearted holiday romance! Whether one loves animals or not, this is cute, but being an animal lover, made it more poignant and funny. Amy Lane tells this sort of story so well.
A fastidious, organized workaholic lawyer is out of his depth the second a kid cons him into the tiny white fluff ball in his hands. This is a dog?
In blind terror, he races to the veterinary office attached to the local Pet Smart because his new white fluff ball has, erm, fleas.
Carter can’t even keep a boyfriend happy or a plant alive. What is he going to do with a sweet little innocent thing like this, well whatever she is.
Sandy Corrigan is the vet tech on duty when the crazy guy comes in babbling and incoherent, but oh so sweet with his little dog. Seeing the average-looking guy settle into new pet ownership and love on his little Freckles attracts Sandy to up his game and go for this guy.
Carter is a contract lawyer and working for a boss who is amoral at best and many times crosses the lines. His soul is starving in his lackless existence until Freckles. While dealing with a puppy, he now has Sandy, the great guy who is in his thirties and still in school to be a vet, Sandy’s perky and fun niece who is Freckle’s dogwalker, and a chance to step out of his rut.
As Christmas approaches, will both these guys who have been burned by relationships be able to reach out for something special? Can Sandy stay interested in an average guy? Carter wonders. And Sandy wonders if Carter will soon figure out that he is way out of slow-plodding Sandy’s league. Only Freckles might know the answer to that.
Freckles was a light and adorable holiday story. Average joes with average lives that it was great to see them find their chance at happiness. Definitely recommend it to M/M Contemporary Romance fans who want a bit of spice, but an easy afternoon heartwarming read.
My thanks to Riptide Publishing for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for an honest review.
One of the central elements of this story is Freckles, the abandoned puppy, who is taken in and loved by a man who needed her as much as she needed him. Abandoned animals have always been a thing with my family going back a few generations. I grew up surrounded by dogs, cats, fish, and birds (no reptiles- dad has a thing about those).
I guess word got out about the kooky Italian family in the neighborhood because after a while, people were leaving them in our yard. Unfortunately, we couldn’t keep them all (nope, not on the news for being the weirdies with 69 cats in the house), but our kind vet’s office would help us find people to adopt them, particularly pet people whose furry friend past away and were ready for a new companion.
But anyhoots, one rainy California Christmas morning (okay it was three days after, who’s counting), dad went out to get his morning paper and there was a little ball of blond fur shivering under the back tire of the van. Now dad is a phlegmatic sort (not very Italian of him in the least), but the hot blood came out that day. He put the little guy in his robe pocket, collected his paper, and marched back into the house where he discoursed long and hard on people who abandoned Holiday animals after Christmas. Raised voice and hand gestures and even a curse on jerks who abandon babies my nonna would have been proud of.
This little guy had been someone’s present and was unwanted, it seemed (he had a green ribbon collar that had caught in some weeds). Dad was preaching to the choir of course because even my foster sisters knew better when it came to animal care and responsibility.
Now in their seventies, dad and mom are still taking in the abandoned furries. This is a picture of Rusty. He looks pretty good now, but when they got him, he was emaciated and terrified of people and loud noises. Rusty came along shortly after they lost their last two abandoned rescue dogs to old age (one didn’t long survive the other because they were such great pals).
What about you? Are you an animal peep? Have any funny animal antics for the holidays? Do tell! My cat likes to hide in the tree, but that’s about it for me.