Live in the best small town in the world? Check.
Have the greatest job ever working on my family's pumpkin farm? Check.
Marry the town pharmacist and have a nice, quiet life with our son? Check-check.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you say you were happy? LOLOLOLOL!" ~ Life
Ember Hastings never thought she'd be dragged away from White Timber and everything she loved, thrust in the middle of a big city she hated, or have her husband of nine years say, "I can't do this anymore," all within the span of three months, yet here she is.
She misses her family, she misses the farm, and she misses having a backbone and caring whether or not the stain on her shirt is chocolate or shit. She works from home doing transcription. Does she really need to shower or leave the house?
Baker Matthews has been bringing everyone down lately with his grouchy attitude. His job is stressful and sometimes depressing, but he wouldn't change anything about it. When a glitch with the transcription company he's using mistakenly sends him notes he wasn't supposed to see, Baker finds himself laughing out loud for the first time in months.
He's never met a woman who says whatever she's thinking and doesn't fawn all over him when she finds out what he does for a living. Until Ember Hastings comes barreling into his life, calling him Shit Mouth and asking if he has any balls.
But she wants to keep this professional. She made him pinky swear, and you don't mess around with pinky swears. Baker will have to get creative if he wants to prove to Ember that he's just her type.
Y'all. THIS BOOK IS EVERYTHING!! I absolutely adored it. Just My Type is laugh out loud hilarious with the perfect amount of swooning. This book is signature Tara Sivec humor. It brought me back to the Seduction and Snacks type of humor that Tara is so known for.
Just My Type is a standalone. It can be read without reading the companion novel. I though, highly recommend reading The Simple Life first. Otherwise there will be spoilers in Just My Type. Plus, The Simple Life is amazing and everyone should read it.
Ember is a wife and mom, living in a huge new city and she's trying everything she can to just make it work. To survive, day after day. Until everything falls apart. Now she's a single mom with an asshole ex husband, stuck in a city she despises. Just My Type ebbs and flows perfectly as we see Ember take back her life and learn to live again. Throw in the super hot Baker Matthews, lots of laughs, a hedgehog, and you've got yourself a five star read that you won't be able to put down. I laughed throughout this entire book and finished with the cheesiest grin. You too will be rooting for them to "turn the page". Just My Type is perfect and it's a must one click. Do it for Ron Jeremy, you won't regret it.
“Well, I’m good and truly fucked.”
“If you can say the F-word all the time, I can say penis whenever I want,” Lincoln announces
as I look up from my phone to find him standing in front of me with his backpack on and his
teeth freshly brushed.
“Okay, fine.” I shrug, grabbing my keys from the counter and choosing to deal with this
problem right now instead of the Shit Mouth one. “But since I’m the adult, I’ll test it out first,
okay there, penis? Did you pack your penis in your backpack? Did you study for your penis
test?”
“Moooom,” Lincoln whines as I usher him out the front door.
“What’s wrong, penis? I thought we were cool with penis,” I say as we get into my car and
buckle up. “Turn on the penis and find a good song. I bet it will be a song about pe—”
“Okay!” Lincoln finally shouts with a laugh. “It’s not cool when you say it. It’s kind of gross.
I won’t say it all the time anymore.”
Well, I’m not going to win Mother of the Year anytime soon, but that’s one problem solved.
We spend the rest of the car ride to school coming up with names for the dog I’m caving on
more and more each day, none of which have anything to do with the male anatomy, thankfully.
It’s not until I’ve dropped my car off at home and headed back out on foot for my Monday
morning coffee ritual that I start worrying about problem number two.
“Jesus, just read the email, Ember. What’s the worst it could say?” I mutter to myself as I
lock up my front door and walk down the porch to the sidewalk, my cell phone practically
burning a hole in my back pocket with that unread email waiting for me.
I called the client Shit Mouth. I accused him of not having any balls. And steroid use, just
because he owns a gym. He’s going to rip me a new asshole.
“It’s not like this was my fault. He never should have seen my notes. I did nothing wrong,” I
mutter to myself again as I reach into my back pocket and pull my phone out when I get to the
end of my front walkway and turn right.
You did so much wrong. He’s going to murder you. He has your email address now. He
could hire himself a hacker and find out where you live. I really need to stop watching Dateline.
Before I can give myself any more time to freak out, I quickly open the email as I walk and
hold my breath, wondering if he’ll just call me a bitch, or go right for the kill and whip out the
old C U Next Tuesday. Honestly, for a guy who owns a gym and “looks like he works out,” he
better bring the big guns, or I will have lost all faith in ’roid rage.
Dammit, Ember! That’s what got you into this mess in the first place.
My breath leaves me in a whoosh, and I come to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk when I
read the email. And read it again. And one more time, just to make sure I’m not seeing things.
To: Ember Hastings
From: baker83@gmail.com
Subject: Shit Mouth Transcription
She twirls her hair around her finger every fucking time she laughs.
I said purple, clear as day. Get the shit out your ear.
My balls are where they always are. Slung over my shoulder, because they’re too
big to carry. (GIGGLES)
I have never, nor will I ever, use steroids. Drugs are bad. Needles are scary. Shut
up. Big, manly men can have fears too, GOD.
She is definitely not a professional interviewer. Does Dan Rather drop his pen
every fifteen minutes so he can bend over and show people his cleavage? More
importantly, does Dan Rather have cleavage?
But seriously, DO I sound like I have shit in my mouth? I feel like you’re lying.
Not Necessarily Shit Mouth, a.k.a. Baker
Tara Sivec is a USA Today best-selling author, wife, mother, chauffeur, maid, short-order cook, baby-sitter, and sarcasm expert. She lives in Ohio with her husband and two children and looks forward to the day when all three of them become adults and move out.
After working in the brokerage business for fourteen years, Tara decided to pick up a pen and write instead of shoving it in her eye out of boredom. She writes in a wide range of genres including Romantic Comedy, Romantic Comedy/Mystery, Romantic Suspense, New Adult Drama, Contemporary Romance and Psychological Thriller. Her novel Seduction and Snacks won first place in the Indie Romance Convention Reader's Choice Awards 2013 for Best Indie First Book and she was voted Best Indie Author in the Indie Romance Convention Reader's Choice Awards 2014.
In her spare time, Tara loves to dream about all of the baking she'll do and naps she'll take when she ever gets spare time.
