112 Bliss Blvd. – A Cherry Falls Romance Read Online Frankie Love

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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)

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112 Bliss Blvd. - A Cherry Falls Romance

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Frankie Love

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I’m a small town guy, through and through. And I don’t like change. If I had it my way, everything would stay the same, forever.
So when Goldie Greyhound sweeps into Cherry Falls with grand plans to renovate the old theater that’s right next door to my house, I’m not exactly thrilled.
Goldie’s my opposite in every way. And I’m not referring to the glitter that seems to follow her every where. She’s a night owl who’s never met a stranger, and is extra in everything.
Extra in ways that drive me crazy.
This girl glows — she’s sexy as sin and it’s causing me some serious problems.
If she wears those damned sequined hot pants one more day to hammer in nails as she works on the theater, I might just have to rethink my set-in-stone ways.
Goldie followed her bliss and believes she’s here for a reason. She thinks that reason is the theater … but I think it might just be me.
Cherry Falls is filled with returning characters and iconic destinations that will begin to feel like family. When you leave the city, and drive into Cherry Falls, it’s like you’ve finally come home.
The cherry on top? Each book delivers a swoon-worthy, sexy romance! So welcome to Cherry Falls, we hope you stay awhile!
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Chapter One


You know you’re from a small town when you know every customer by name, make, and model. I swear I could list the cars owned by everyone in Cherry Falls without missing a beat.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Most days, I figure it’s good considering I own Blake Brothers Repair along with my two brothers.

“Want anything?” Garret, my younger brother, asks Grayson and me. “I’m headed over to Cherry Tree.”

“I’ll join you,” Grayson says. “I’m starving.”

I look at the clock. Ten o’clock on the dot, and time for our daily mid-morning break. And with it being the middle of winter, in a cold auto shop, I wouldn’t mind something to warm me up. “I’ll take a coffee. They have some peppermint mocha thing.”

Grayson snorts. “With a sweet tooth like yours, I’d think you’d be less of an ass.”

“I’m not an ass,” I grunt, running a hand over my jaw, and leaning over the hood of the Ford I’m working on. It’s Holt Stone’s truck and he’s expecting it by the end of the week.

My brothers chuckle as they both head out the front door of our shop. I wipe my hands on a rag, trying to gauge which size wrench I need.

The shop is my pride and joy, and although my brother called me an ass, it’s not my usual reputation.

But the last few days I’ve been in a sour mood. The other day I got an invitation to an old roommate’s wedding out in Vermont. Last night I got a Save the Date card for a girl I went to high school with. This morning I got an email about an engagement party out in Kissme Bay — an old hiking buddy of mine is getting hitched.

And it’s all starting to piss me off.

Hell, I’m happy for all of them, I am. Just a little jealous. Because I’m as single as I’ve ever been. I found myself in my kitchen this morning at the crack of dawn, looking at my big old house I’ve renovated, the yard out back with a fire pit, my beagle Otis looking up at me asking the same thing I’m asking myself. Will it always be so damn lonely? What’s point of a big house if you live in it alone, what is the point of a picket fence if there aren’t 2.5 kids to keep safe?

And Cherry Falls may be an idyllic town, where everyone knows your name, but there isn’t anyone here who has me looking twice. Which makes me wonder how long can I stay here and be happy. Maybe I should go to the wedding out in Vermont and stay. Start over somewhere new.

My phone rings and I see it’s a friend of mine. “Hey, Hailey, what’s up?”

“Just calling to make sure you were still on for class tomorrow.”

“Of course,” I tell her, not wanting to reveal the fact I’m nervous as all get-out. She asked if I would come to her second-grade class for career day, but I’m not exactly known for my public speaking skills. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“And you’ll be there at 8:30 sharp, right?” she asks.

“I’m an early bird.”

“Okay, just make sure you check in with the main office. And don’t be late. Keeping a class of eight-year-olds focused is no easy feat.”

“Don’t make me more nervous than I already am,” I say, laughing.

“Are you nervous?” she asks. “Because seriously, be yourself. Everyone in Cherry Falls loves you. I’m sure these kids will feel the same way.”

I end the call, and hear bells chiming on the door. Assuming it’s my brothers, I holler out to them. “You losers finally back?”

“Losers?” a bright voice calls out. “I don’t know who they are, but that’s not me.”

I groan inwardly, and turn to face a beautiful woman who’s certainly not my brothers. There isn’t a lick of gruffness to her, no mechanic’s grease on her jaw, and definitely no dirty coveralls.

She’s wearing a glittering gold winter coat — which is a showstopper considering I’ve never seen sequins on a parka before — black jeans ripped at the knees, and boots with heels. Her hair is long and wavy, strawberry blonde and to her waist. She has blue eyes that sparkle as much as her top, which is saying something. She looks like a walking billboard but I’m not sure what she’s selling. Whatever it is, with a smile like hers, I’m buying.

And then she laughs, a laugh that has the hair on the back of my neck on edge. It’s not tight or tinny, no. Her laugh is pure joy and it’s catching.

I step toward her, shaking my head. “You’re not my brothers.”

She licks her lips, steps toward me. “No, I am not. I’m Goldie Greyhound.”

“Greyhound?” I cock my head. “Do I know that name? Because you’re not from town.”