Every time I see this title come up on the Notification feed, I start to laugh just at the memory of it. This story concentrated on the development of the relationship and all the hilarious hijinks in between. I think it's still on sale for 99 cents - buy it! I first started reading it on my Kindle Unlimited plan, but decided to buy my own copy anyway, it was that good!īy the way, for those of you who dislike graphic bedroom antic descriptions, this one will be perfect. I loved William! I am not going to tell you the story. And don't get me started on the cherry pies - and the cherry pie football!!! I have to stop typing now because I've got to hold onto my sides again, just remembering those scenes!įrom beginning to end, I must have laughed more than I breathed while I read this uproariously funny romantic comedy. I will never be able to look at whipped cream again without falling off my chair with hysterical laughter. (Oie! Get your mind out of the gutter: that's a banana! Well, at least he brought snacks!) I laughed and laughed and laughed, wheezing and holding my tummy because it hurt so much from guffawing so hard! I knew I was in trouble when he chuckled in that deep, sexy voice of his over the phone and said, “I’m still craving your cherry. Maybe I was stepping into a disaster waiting to happen. Like thinking the fly wouldn’t even mind getting hammered by William and his washboard abs. The kind of hot that made me think crazy things. William was stupid hot, the kind of hot that makes women do stupid things.

Oh, and I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, a fact my friends refused to stop hassling me about.įixing my little virginity problem with William would be like swatting a fly with a hammer.

William couldn’t have walked into my life at a worse time. He walked into my bakery, bought a cherry pie, stole a vase of flowers-I still have no idea what he wanted with them-and left his business card.īefore I say what I did with the business card, I should clarify something: First, I paid for her cherry (pie, but that’s not the point),Īfter that? I left my business card and walked out like I owned the place.

Her Cherry by Penelope Bloom