Title: Now Leaving Sugartown
Series: Sugartown #4
Author: Carmen Jenner
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 11, 2015
Pepper Ryan grew up the troublesome, spoiled child of a rock god. With her less-than-stellar parentage, and the bipolar disorder that has plagued her existence, to say this little firecracker is a handful would be the understatement of the century.
Sammy Belle spent more than half his life saving Pepper. He’d been her strength, her sanity, and the protective brotherly figure she never wanted to have.
They were never meant to be together.
They gave in anyway.
And just when Sammy thought he had everything he wanted, Pepper ran.
Now twenty-three, Pepper returns to Sugartown, a failed tattoo artist with one too many screws loose who’s down on her luck, wielding an ice cream van as beaten up as her heart.
Sugartown’s most coveted bachelor has always been content with the quiet life he leads until Pepper, the hellion from his past, returns to test his strength, his patience, and perhaps even his sanity. But two can play at that game, and Pepper is about to learn that Sam can give as good as he gets.
Can this good country boy survive Pepper’s cruel city world, or will the whole thing be put down to a bout of temporary insanity?
One thing is for certain:
He’s crazy about her.
She’s just crazy.
Warning: Intended for an 18+ audience. Contains sexual content, oodles of profanity, a firefighter so hot you may need a very cold shower, and one pink-haired crazy Harajuku girl.
I loved everything about this book. I loved every word of the Sugartown Series. I love every way Carmen pulls all the feelings from me. I love how I’m constantly surprised with the twists weaved into each plotline. I adore each and every character! The vivid way you are put into a story by Carmen Jenner is a style that can’t be duplicated. Enjoy the Sugartown Series as I have. Share them with everyone you know who loves to read. Respect them for the simplistic Brilliancy they are.
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I stare at Sammy for entirely too long. He absentmindedly brushes a hand over his mouth, an attempt to remove crumbs that aren’t there. Because why the hell else would I be staring at him as if I wanted to give birth to his giant Viking children?
“You’re a lollipop man and you work in a nursing home?”
“Yeah,” he mutters around a mouth full of bread.
“You’re like Mother fucking Teresa.”
“Don’t start. Jake gives me enough shit over this stuff.”
Jake lets out a chuckle that has me impaling him with a single look. “You haven’t even heard the best part yet.”
“There’s more? What, did he create the fucking universe?”
“Sam’s a volunteer firefighter.”
OH. MY. EXPLODING. OVARIES.
I think I just came a little.
“Was a volunteer firefighter. Now they pay me for it. And I don’t think you can claim sainthood from an occupation.”
“Dude. See that? That glazed-over look in her eyes right there? This is why you need to be telling bitches that shit when we go out to pick up. Look at her; right now she’s imagining sliding down your fireman’s pole. I’m telling ya, you gotta use that shit, man. It’s fucking gravy, baby.” He laughs again, and then says, “Or baby gravy, depending on which way you look at it.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Sammy says.
Something occurs to me just then. Sam is a fireman. Okay just for a second, put aside the fact that you’re imagining those rock-hard abs all greased up and covered in soot, and ash, and splashed all over the month of January, and think about this. Sam is a fireman. Fireman S—
“Holy shit!” I exclaim, so loud that every pair of eyes at the table turns to look at me. “You’re fireman Sam! We used to watch that show?” I implore, and then, because I don’t feel I’ve made enough of an arse of myself I sing the theme song, finishing with a pointed, “You are the hero next door!”
Jake’s loud guffaw fills the room. “Fireman Sam. Dude, that’s fucking gold!” He shoves his hand in my face for a high five, but I flip him off and leave him hanging, turning my attention back to Sammy.
“So let me get this straight—you help tiny humans safely across the road, you feed little old ladies their mashed peas and tuck them into bed, and you rescue kitties from the evil clutches of very high tree limbs.”
“I love that you can completely emasculate me and my chosen occupations in a single sentence.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just wondering when you got so … so … good? You grew up, and became a regular … person. Who helps people.” My features twist in mock disgust. “I don’t know if I’ll ever look at you the same way again.”