by Marissa Clarke
About the Book: CEO Michael Anderson might be something of a “control freak.” Still, he’s not quite sure why his therapist thinks dogsitting will fix anything―especially since he and the canine share a kind of mutual loathing. And to make matters worse, a house sitter moves in next door disrupting his peace—and his dates—with the worst possible music at the worst possible time… every time.
Free-spirited artist Mia Argaropolis has settled into the perfect gig—housesitting in NYC’s Upper West Side while working as an art therapist. Too bad she’s stuck living next door to a bossy control freak with a penchant for calling building security when she blasts music to drown out the noises coming through his bedroom wall.
Post-apocalyptic dinner rolls that nearly take her kitchen with them, a douchebag ex, and a Shih Tzu with the personality of Godzilla attack Mia in one day, and her unlikely neighbor comes to the rescue. Like it was her fault. And now, somehow, they find themselves engaged? Both agree, this neighborly feud just got taken to a whole new level.
Oooo, a book with a dog in it. And the dog was a HUGE part of the romance aspect in the book, too. Not just window dressing but an honest to goodness character. So don’t dismiss Clancy.
I’ll be honest…it took me awhile to get into the book. Don’t get me wrong, I liked it but it wasn’t your typical Lovestruck. The meet cute was there and its a doozy. Let’s just say, I fell in love with Michael from that moment on but it took me longer to warm up to Mia. Michael and Mia are the complete opposites and therefore the trope fits for them. Rigid/Free Spirit, OCD/messy, Rules/No rules. Well you get the picture. Its what makes them a couple but they don’t quite know that yet. 🙂
OMG, some of the “noisy” scenes were laugh out loud funny. It reminded me of the Michael J. Fox movie, The Secret of my Success in hilarity. That said, music only makes it worse. That’s what makes it funny. What doesn’t make it funny is how Michael deals with Mia in regards to it. Still loving him but he really does need to lighten up a bit.
Ms. Clarke has written a great book that made me care about how Mia and Michael were going to get their HEA. Mia frustrated me during the big misunderstanding and the break up. She never gave Michael a chance and with this one thing, the book is almost lost on me. I like the break up scenes in book but this didn’t sit well with me. I thought Mia needed to grovel and apology more than Michael and I didn’t get that. She got off a bit easier. And sometimes the heroine needs to grovel more than the hero.
Overall, I truly did like the book but its not a favorite of mine from Lovestruck. I did, however, love Ms. Clarke’s voice and writing style. Plus, there’s a dog. Woot! I will definitely look into her backlist and check in on the first Anderson brother book.
About the Author: Marissa Clarke lives in Texas, where everything is bigger, especially the mosquitoes.
When not writing, she wrangles her rowdy pack of three teens, husband, and a Cairn Terrier named Annabel, who rules the house (and Marissa’s heart) with an iron paw.
Prior to attending University of Houston Law School, she received a B.A. in English Literature with a minor in Drama from the University of Houston. She has taught drama and playwriting in a large public high school and English in a private school.
Currently, she serves as Vice-President of Programming for the West Houston RWA Chapter, and is a founding member of Houston YA/MG Writers, and the QueryTracker.net Blog.
Marissa also writes young adult novels for Penguin USA under the name Mary Lindsey. She is represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.
Marissa Clarke’s conference, signing, & event schedule can be found here: APPEARANCES
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Mia felt Michael before she saw him. Like the ripples across the lake below, the air seemed to vibrate with his energy. And then he was close enough to see clearly. Not mad, thank goodness, but intense. Eyes narrowed, gaze never leaving her face, his intent was clear. She had no doubt in her mind what he was going to do. And while her ever-elusive shred of common sense squealed, “No,” every thing else in her shouted, “Bring it on.”
And bring it, he did, backing her up against the railing and taking her mouth with his before she could get a word out, not that she would have been able to string a cohesive sentence together after seeing that expression on his face. It was a look of desire, hot and insistent, just like his kiss.
The kiss in front of Jason had been toe curling, but this was something completely different. Overwhelming. Everything melted away—the bridge, people in the park, even where he ended and she began—as he stroked her back with his talented hands, coaxing her passion with his lips and tongue. When an involuntary moan escaped her, he answered with a groan and deepened the kiss.
This was the real Michael Anderson, not the calm, calculated one he’d chiseled from cold, analytical clay and wore like a mask to hide the real man.