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The Hot Mess and the Heartthrob by Pippa Grant

The Hot Mess and the Heartthrob is book 4 of the Bro Code series. We know Levi Wilson, Former Bro Code boy-bander turned solo artist, from the other bro code books as well as from some of the other series by Pippa Grant. Ingrid Scott and her three children however, are completely new to us, and it is so easy to fall in love with this little family and the baby squirrel that comes along with them.


Levi has no time for a relationship as his life is always on the road, Ingrid has no time for anything outside of her children and bookstore and the last thing she needs is someone there for her and her kids less than her ex husband. So when these two meet they agree to be friends with benefits its hard for them not to grow attached.


This book is so funny, and its like as a mom I know how kids can be and I have my own horror stories that make this seem oddly real type of funny. Hudson reminds me of my own boys which make the tears of laughter come so much harder. The way Levi opens his heart up to all of them is so swoon worthy. Ingrid has a bit of all of us moms in her, trying to take on the world all while trying to be the best mom and get out children through life as happy as we can make them.


I loved this book so much. Levi has grown to be one of my favorites of Pippa. Ares is still in the top spot but Levi is a quick number two. This is a book where you will swoon one minuet and the right after laugh out loud in public while reading.





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EXCERPT


One day. I would like to go one single day without someone in my orbit making a poor life decision.

“Stop squirming,” I order my four-year-old son, who should be at preschool, but who’s been banished for the week because of lice.

Yep.

Lice.

Heaven forbid we have one issue at a time.

Adding to my list of issues? Being that mom who can’t get her shit together while Levi Flipping Wilson is watching. And not only watching, but actively engaging in trying to help. “Hey, bud, I bet I can hold still longer than you can. Wanna see?”

I know my agenda on any given day will include interruption for something my children do that I never would’ve expected in a million years, but that’s a lot easier to deal with when I don’t have an audience.

Especially an audience made up of one famous man whose songs get me through the day—and night—when I don’t have enough free focus to read or listen to an audiobook, and who keeps stealing glances at me like he’s trying to figure out what kind of rabid creature I am. Normally, customers aren’t allowed back in the stockroom with me, which is where I dragged Hudson when I realized what he’d done to his nose, but leaving Levi out there with the customers who’d figured out who he was seemed like a bad idea.

Especially when his date skewered me with a look that clearly said get him out of here or I’ll burn this place down.

It’s a bookstore.

Highly flammable.

Not taking chances.

Especially if there was a reason they were looking at maternity and early childhood development books. His date doesn’t look pregnant, but god knows that’s when pregnancy is hardest.

Hudson finally stills, and I manage to smear a little more Vaseline gently around his nostril. “How did you get a marble in your nose?”

“I pushed hard.” He beams. “I gots stars in there too.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and count to two, because I know if I get as high as three, he’ll find a way to suck the marbles deeper into his sinus cavities, and I don’t know how a doctor will get that out without having to cut his nose open, and oh my god, he’s four and he’s about to be disfigured for life because I thought he’d actually sit still and listen to Yasmin reading books for neighborhood storytime while I re-stocked a few shelves.

“How many stars?” I inquire through clenched teeth.

“Four. Or maybe seven. Or maybe one. I forgets.”

“You are so lucky you’re cute.”

“Do you have a vacuum?” Levi asks.

I twist my head to gape at him.

He shoots a help? look at his date, then shrugs at me. “If he won’t blow it out, maybe you can suck it out. Like with one of those sucky tools the dentist uses.”

“That’s…possibly not a terrible idea.”

“Happens on occasion.” He grins, which makes my heart basically stop because he’s stupidly gorgeous.

I could stare at him all day, but I have a preschooler with marbles up his nose to attend to.

“Mama,” Hudson says, “look.”

He scrunches his nose, which makes his nostrils swell, closes his mouth, and blows, and one shoots out and lands on Levi’s shoe.

My son has just snotted my favorite musician’s Italian leather loafers.

“I win! I holded still!” He breaks into his preschool dance routine, but the poor kid got his moves from me, which means to a casual observer, he probably looks like he’s having a seizure while choking on a piece of gum and tripping over barbed wire.

Levi Wilson, however, is not fazed. He squats down to Hudson’s level. “Rematch.”



ALSO AVAILABLE IN THE BRO CODE SERIES


#1 Flirting with the Frenemy


Free in Kindle Unlimited


Also available in audio & paperback


#2 America’s Geekheart


Free in Kindle Unlimited


Also available in audio & paperback


#3 Liar, Liar, Hearts of Fire


Free in Kindle Unlimited


Also available in audio & paperback


AUTHOR BIO


Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she's not reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.



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