Title: Whole Lotta Frogs
Author: Samatha Harris
Genre: Standalone Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 19, 2018
My name is Lennox Brooks and Iâll admit, Iâve made a lot of mistakes. I donât take the big risks, I cover my insecurities with snark, Iâve shown my crazy a few more times then I wouldâve liked, and Iâve been trying, and failing at love pretty much since I first grew tits.
Weirdos, Mamaâs boys, the over-coiffed, and underwhelming, Iâve been out with them all, just read my blog. Iâve got horror stories that would curl your toes and singe your nose hairs, but none of them compare to the toad who started it all, Ellis Walker.
He was the boy next door, the charming, infuriatingly gorgeous one who broke my heart and disappeared without a trace. Now heâs back and determined to throw my life into chaos, dredging up painful memories just when things were getting good.
But the thing is there are always two sides to every story.
Iâve spent the better part of my life hating him for everything he put me through, but without that resentment clouding my judgment how will I ever resist him?
Love is complicated, appearances are deceiving, and sometimes you have to kiss a whole lotta frogs before finding your prince.
I got ready in a fury and reread Ellisâs invasive text three times while I fixed my hair and makeup, shaking my head each time and fighting back a smile.
I still hadnât answered when I started walking the six blocks to Sawyerâs apartment. Iâd barely stepped off the stoop of my building when my phone rang.
âYou never answered my question,â Ellis said.
My lips curled up at the corners. âOf course, I didnât.â
âBecause itâs none of your business.â
âLen, your nudity is absolutely my business. In fact, Iâm the CEO of that luscious body and Iâm a hands-on kind of leader.â
I shook my head, unable to hold back my smile any longer. âWow, you managed to turn a creepy text into an even creepier metaphor. Kudos to you.â
Ellis laughed. âAre you?â
âAm I what?â
âNaked,â he said. âIâm about the hop in the shower and I need a visual to, you know, help me finish the job.â
âUnbelievably sexy you mean.â I could hear the grin in his voice.
âSeriously, though,â he said. âWhat are you up to?â
âWell.â I took a deep breath, the ice-cold air burning my nose. âIf you must know, Sawyer offered to make me dinner. Iâm on my way to his place.â
âReally?â he asked. âGreat!â
I stopped short on the sidewalk my feet frozen to the pavement. People around me grunted their disapproval and moved around me as I stood glued to the concrete.
âGreat?â What happened to throwing his hat in the ring?
âYeah. Iâm starved; Iâll meet you there in ten.â
âYou canât be serious.â
âI love his foodâman, that guy can cook. Best decision I ever made, going into business with him. Even if heâs trying to steal my woman.â
âEllis!â I shouted into the phone. An elderly woman pulling a grocery cart behind her glared at me for my outburst. I mouthed my apologies to her then returned to my phone. âSo help me God if you show up at Sawyerâsâ¦â
âWhatâs the big deal? Iâm friends with him. Heâs friends with you. We can all have dinner together, itâll be fun.â
âYou arenât invited.â
âOh, Len, Iâm hurt. I thought we were moving forward. Weâre friends, arenât we?â
I sighed. âYes, weâre friends.â
âAnd friends sometimes eat together?â I groaned, not liking the route this conversation was taking. âSawyer and I are friends, which I expect might change when I tell him how I feel about you. Oh, what the hellâweâll just leave him out of this and you and I will just go ourselves.â
âSmooth, Ellis,â I said. âReal smooth.â
âI am pretty smooth if I do say so myself. Not to mention devastatingly handsome, and moderately charming.â
âOnly moderately?â I asked.
âYes, but donât worry; I grow on you.â
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and closed my eyes. âPlease tell me you are not going to show up this evening.â
Ellis laughed. âRelax. I wonât be interrupting your little dinner.â
âThanks.â I checked the address and looked up at Sawyerâs building. The door to which was sandwiched between a dry cleaner and a greasy pizza place. âIâve got to go. Iâll talk to you later.â
âOkay,â he said. âLennox?â
He didnât say anything right away. I just stood there, the cold wind biting at my fingertips.
âDonâtâ," he started, his voice sounding almost pained.
I stood there listening to him breathe on the other end.
âNothing.â He sighed.
I groaned and rolled my eyes. âBye, Ellis.â
Samatha âSamâ Harris lives near Baltimore, Maryland with her husband David and daughter Ava. Born in Florida, she migrated north which most people agree was a little backwards. She has been an artist all of her life, a Tattoo Artist for more than ten years, and a storyteller since she was a kid.
Sam has a slightly unhealthy love for Frank Sinatra, classic movies, and Jazz and Blues music, but her first love will always be reading. From Romance, to Thrillers, to Historical Fiction and everything in between, she loves to become a part of the story. As a writer she tells the stories that she would want to read.