I’m Rob Ziviani. Oh, you’ve heard of me? Wait, did we? Oh yeah, I remember.
No, that’s a lie, I don’t remember. I’ve had most of New York City and I don’t really remember any of them. There’s only ever been one. . .
This is my story. Read it, don’t read it. I really don’t give a damn. It’s not going to change my life, so why the hell should I care?
Because I don’t care about anything.
Not since her.
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No, that’s a lie, I don’t remember. I’ve had most of New York City and I don’t really remember any of them. There’s only ever been one. . .
This is my story. Read it, don’t read it. I really don’t give a damn. It’s not going to change my life, so why the hell should I care?
Because I don’t care about anything.
Not since her.
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Three days, that was my average. Three days
before my skin started crawling and I needed another hit. By hit I
mean another girl. Girls were my drugs. They had been for a while
now. At least they were safe, well, as long as I made sure to wrap
it.
The fact of the matter was that I had slept
with a lot of girls. It wasn’t something I was particularly proud
of, but there were worse things to be addicted to.
Tonight I’d chosen the grocery store as
my hunting ground. The raven-haired firecracker from the other night
had left me feeling dirty, so I was in the mood for something sweet.
It was just a guess, but I figured women who spent their Friday
evening grocery shopping were probably more innocent.
And I was totally in the mood for
innocence.
Wandering the aisles I did some of my
normal shopping, placing a few things I needed in one of those hand
basket things then I took my spot by the cereals. Yes, the cereal
aisle. You want to talk about innocence—it doesn’t get any more
wholesome than cereal.
I picked up my box of Fruity Pebbles and
stood there, pretending to study the nutritional information. Luckily
I didn’t have to wait long before someone joined me. Someone up
there must have been smiling down on me because the first girl to
walk down the aisle was a solid “eight.”
With auburn hair and her nose and cheeks
covered in freckles, she was definitely what I would call “cute.”
The clothes she wore put her at college-aged, or certainly fresh out,
and her hand basket was empty. She was definitely here to pick up her
dinner.
And the best student dinner?
Cereal.
Told you—I was a genius.
She was likely homesick too. Missing out on
a good home-cooked meal. Poor thing. But never mind, her night was
about to get a whole lot better.
She stopped next to me and grabbed some
healthy bullshit. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at her and my
lips tipped upward in a smile. When I spoke, I kept my eyes fixed on
the shelves, but I knew she’d know I was talking to her. They
always did.
“I’m trying to convince myself that
Fruity Pebbles are healthy.”
She giggled. “Yeah, sorry to inform you
but they’re not.”
She blushed, her face a shade comparable to
her hair.
“Dinner?” I asked, turning to face her
and gesturing to the lack of food in her basket.
“Am I that transparent?”
“No, I’m just a good guesser.” I
stuck my hand out for her. “Rob,” I said as we shook hands.
“And
just in case you were wondering, I’m a fabulous cook.”
Rob is damaged, wounded, and self medicating with alcohol and sex. He hides it all behind an attitude that he really doesn't care about anything, but the truth is that his heart was broken 12 years ago by the love of his life (who also brought a whole lot of crazy into his life) who left without a goodbye. When she reappears in his life, Jenny makes him face things he was avoiding. But it is actually Layla who he meets at this same time that helps him begin to heal and believe in possibilities again.
I have to admit that I had a very hard time liking Rob at first. He was just flat out abrasive for most of the beginning of his story. I kept thinking that there has to be something good about him if his friends stick around and I really like them. And truth be told I couldn't for the life of me understand the draw he felt towards Jenny. Most of the flashbacks he shared weren't very pretty at all. She seemed like the crazy you run from and not debate on signing up for again. But then Layla happened and he began to grow on me.
I give Imperfectly Bad 3 hearts!
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imperfectly perfect
Despite being happy with her current situation, a big family announcement leaves Emma questioning whether she is truly content with her life. With her thirtieth birthday fast approaching she vows to find her 'perfect' man any way she can. But Emma will soon discover that the path of true love never runs smoothly and that sometimes, instead of chasing love, you have to wait for love to find you...
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imperfectly real
Tyler Johnston has a life that would be the envy of most twenty-somethings. He lives in New York City, surrounded by his closest friends, has a job in a field he loves, and remains unattached—able to flit from one lady to the next without responsibility. Only problem is, Tyler isn’t in his twenties anymore…
Having watched two of his best friends fall in love and start a family, Tyler is left wondering what will become of his life. So when life hands Tyler his happy ever after, he struggles with his conscience. Can something be right when it’s so very, very wrong? Because everyone knows that two wrongs don’t make a right. In fact, most of the time, they just make things a whole lot worse.
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A.E. lives in Vacationland with her husband and two
children. Between her real job and
writing she finds little time to enjoy life’s finer things. However in the free time she does
manage to steal, she enjoys spending time with friends and family and reading. A.E. is the author of Kismet and A
Series of Imperfections: Imperfectly Perfect, Imperfectly Real, and Imperfectly
Bad. She is currently writing her
fifth book, Working Girl.
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