The Art of Falling in Love with Your Grumpy Neighbor

All's fair in love and war . . . ESPECIALLY with your grumpy, smoking hot, former football-superstar neighbor.

Bex: Expecting solitude from my new home shouldn't be the exception. But when you move next door to the grumpiest human on earth, what's a girl to do? Austin Porter may be a former football star, but this man does not have an attitude of gratitude.

When the strip of land that divides our properties becomes a literal bone of contention, we finally find something we can both agree on: war. Only, I don't want to fight. I want to show this man that sometimes, the greatest comebacks happen once you're off the field.

Austin: Was I defined by the game I played? Probably. Judging by the darkness I seem to be most comfortable sinking into, the memory of days now gone by is a weight that threatens to drown my soul. Then she moves in next door.

I never expected a woman like Bex to appear and get me so fired up, but I can see a beacon of light for the first time in a long time. She's everything I'm not––warm, caring, full of life. And I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with her.

Start din 14-dagers gratis prøveperiode

  • Full tilgang til hundretusener av lydbøker og e-bøker i vårt bibliotek
  • Opprett opptil 4 profiler – inkludert barneprofiler
  • Les og lytt offline
  • Abonnement fra 149 kr per måned
Prøv gratis nå

Si opp abonnementet når som helst

The Art of Falling in Love with Your Grumpy Neighbor

All's fair in love and war . . . ESPECIALLY with your grumpy, smoking hot, former football-superstar neighbor.

Bex: Expecting solitude from my new home shouldn't be the exception. But when you move next door to the grumpiest human on earth, what's a girl to do? Austin Porter may be a former football star, but this man does not have an attitude of gratitude.

When the strip of land that divides our properties becomes a literal bone of contention, we finally find something we can both agree on: war. Only, I don't want to fight. I want to show this man that sometimes, the greatest comebacks happen once you're off the field.

Austin: Was I defined by the game I played? Probably. Judging by the darkness I seem to be most comfortable sinking into, the memory of days now gone by is a weight that threatens to drown my soul. Then she moves in next door.

I never expected a woman like Bex to appear and get me so fired up, but I can see a beacon of light for the first time in a long time. She's everything I'm not––warm, caring, full of life. And I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with her.