Just My Type

Live in the best small town in the world? Check.Have the greatest job ever working on my family's pumpkin farm? Check.Marry the town pharmacist and have a nice, quiet life with our son? Check-check."Oh, I'm sorry. Did you say you were happy? LOLOLOLOL!" ~ LifeEmber Hastings never thought she'd be dragged away from White Timber and everything she loved, thrust in the middle of a big city she hated, or have her husband of nine years say, "I can't do this anymore," all within the span of three months, yet here she is.She misses her family, she misses the farm, and she misses having a backbone and caring whether or not the stain on her shirt is chocolate or shit. She works from home doing transcription. Does she really need to shower or leave the house?Baker Matthews has been bringing everyone down lately with his grouchy attitude. His job is stressful, and sometimes depressing, but he wouldn't change anything about it. When a glitch with the transcription company he's using mistakenly sends him notes he wasn't supposed to see, Baker finds himself laughing out loud for the first time in months.He's never met a woman who says whatever she's thinking and doesn't fawn all over him when she finds out what he does for a living. Until Ember Hastings comes barreling into his life, calling him Shit Mouth and asking if he has any balls.But she wants to keep this professional. She made him pinky swear, and you don't mess around with pinky swears. Baker will have to get creative if he wants to prove to Ember that he's just her type.