Pisces Hooks Taurus (Signs of Love, #4)by Anyta Sunday
Self-published
Release day: October 16th, 2018
Length: 285 pages
It's a time for searching, and a time for finding, Pisces: keep casting your line and you will hook what you're looking for.
Zane has it all planned out: land the perfect Meet Cure, fall in love, and live happily ever after. Should be simple enough if he put his mind to it. A little creativity and some thinking outside of the box, and voila, he'd be married to the woman of his dreams.
It would be perfect.
And it would be before his visa ran out.
But why are his feelings running wild now that the pressure's on? Why is his picture-perfectpla turning into a muddled mess of morphed metaphors he can't make sense of anymore?
Just as well he's met an English professor to help. And even though their first meet is everything but cute, this down-to-earth teacher may just be the realist Zane needs to ground him and give him a shot at love after all.
Don't cast your line too wide, Pisces. Your perfect catch may already have bitten.
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Pisces Hooks Taurus (Signs of Love #4) is an MM opposites-attract romantic comedy featuring an unapologetic romantic and a broken realist.
More wit, banter and bad puns - and even more heart-stopping slow burn!
Can be read as a standalone.
Excerpt:
When they finished eating, Zane and Beckett entered a kitchen
littered with a weekend’s worth of dishes. The room smelled like spoiled
banana. Beckett grumbled Leah’s name, and Zane turned on the water.
Leah would have left this until tomorrow?
“I’ll wash, you dry?”
Beckett first took out the trash and opened
the windows. Fresh air cleansed the room as they worked.
Zane daydreamed about the story he was
outlining and startled when Beckett cried, “What are you doing?”
Zane looked into the sink. “Scrubbing this
clean?”
“With a wire scrubbing brush? That’s a very
expensive nonstick pan.”
He frowned. “And I want to clean it.”
“Good Lord. Have you never washed dishes
before?”
“I am literally doing what I’ve done every
other night since moving in with you.”
Beckett paled. “You’ve scrubbed this pan with
that before?”
“What do you expect me to do? Lick it clean?”
“Use a washcloth.”
“Do you know how disgusting those are? Like,
two hundred thousand times dirtier than the toilet seat.”
Beckett paused, tone shifting. “Which is why
you only use it for the dining table?”
“Exactly.”
“Please use the dishcloth on my pan.”
Zane dropped the metal scrubbing brush and
thumped around passive-aggressively as he found a clean dishcloth.
Beckett nodded. “Thank you.”
That little thank-you grated Zane the wrong
way. He sullenly scrubbed the pan and put it on the drying rack. He plunked the
next pot into the water, splashing bubbles onto his face, neck, and shirt.
He sighed. Served him right.
Beckett set down the plate he’d dried and
turned Zane around. With his dishtowel, he dabbed the bubbles off Zane’s chin
and neck.
Their eyes locked, and Zane felt the
frustration bleed from him. “You missed a spot,” he said, and shifted Beckett’s
hands to Zane’s shirt.
Beckett shook his head and dabbed him some
more.
“Our first fight.”
Beckett’s hands stilled.
“It’s a milestone, Becky. We have to
celebrate.”
“Celebrate fighting?”
“Celebrate making up.”
“Will this be a thing every time we’re annoyed
with each other?”
Zane smirked. “I hope so. I’m sure some fights
will take longer to get over, but that’s cool. The celebration is always in
proportion to the effort needed to make up.”
Beckett resumed drying the dishes. “Two
hundred thousand times dirtier?”
Zane nodded. Disgusting but true.
Beckett frowned. “Maybe just use your hand?”
“I don’t know,” Zane teased. “The things my
hand does might make the pan dirtier.”
Beckett dropped his very nice, expensive pan.
He caught it against his thighs and stowed it in the cupboard.
The ticklish glare Beckett sent him made the
rest of the cleaning fly by.
When they were done, Zane threw himself on the
armchair. “Now we celebrate.”
Beckett tossed the dish towel into the laundry
room. “How?”
“After you start that laundry, I’ll let you
talk about books, Becky.”
Beckett’s laughter trickled down the hall. A few minutes later, he
returned with Pride and Prejudice. He
cracked open the first page, and pacing before him, all grace and proper
pronunciation, Beckett read aloud.
Author bio
Heart-stopping slow burn.Anyta Sunday is a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. She loves to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.
Some of her favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.
Anyta writes a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of angst, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy. Her books have been translated into German, Italian, French, and Thai.
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