With: Cindi Madsen
I'm Ivy Clarke. Bartender, best friend, and disbeliever in love.And now I'm in over my head, trying to flip a house all by myself.
Thanks, HGTV.
I'm not too proud to admit I need some help. Too bad the only one who can help me is the same man I want to throw out this house's second-story window.
Jackson Gamble and I can't be in the same room together for more than a minute without devolving into a sparring match.
Except for that one time…
But enough about that. Jackson's looking for forever, and I don't believe in love, remember?
Get in. Renovate. Get out. Keep my heart firmly in tact.
Because it's much easier to fix up a house than a broken heart.
Full of humor and dripping with delicious tension, Nailed Itproves that every heart can be ready for a little rehabilitation, if only you're willing to open it up.
EXCERPT
Not many guys could keep up with me or knew how to handle me in general. Part of it was the vibe I worked to put out there. Or, I guess, more what I didn’t put out there.
Yep, I’d conceal
don’t feel, because Elsa was a girl after my own heart and she had the right
idea. She knew how to keep people away.
I could use a big ice beast some nights at
the bar. Since I didn’t have the ability to literally create ice, I went
another, similar route.
Way #5: Go ice princess.
Close yourself off emotionally. No one can
hurt your feelings when you don’t leave them out there all exposed and
vulnerable. Don’t volunteer too many details and don’t ask for too many.
All my ways fed
into each other. Closing yourself off emotionally involved control and avoiding
attachments, but it was more than that. It was keeping the personal subjects to
a minimum. When it came to theory or culture, that was where I liked to go
deep.
There was nothing
wrong with a little going deep, like, say, asking for what you wanted in the
bedroom—just putting that out there—but pillow talk and cuddling after? Nope.
Letting him know
that you’re worried about your mother? Your future? Crying in his arms?
Nope, nope—and,
you guessed it—nope.
I tried not to
think about how badly I’d screwed up Way Number Five when it came to Jackson,
because it was in the past. I couldn’t change how much he already knew about my
screwed-up relationship with my mother or that, in his arms, I’d actually seen
what the cuddling fuss was about. The important thing was that eventually, I
threw up my walls and Elsa’d the shit out of the situation.
About the Author:
About the Author:
Cindi Madsen is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting revising, and falling in love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a new pretty pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music, dancing, and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband and three children.
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