Release Date: September 27, 2019
ended our … whatever it was, I promptly punch him in his smug face, for
no other reason than I feel like it and he deserves it.
never been good at doing things properly.
egotistical jerk and for some reason he’s decided he wants me.
not with Jamie, but he’s determined to prove me wrong.
Britt’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
I’ve been desperately seeking this book since I read Desperately Seeking Roommate and I can say it was 100000000000% worth the wait. I’m pretty sure I’m fully addicted to Micalea Smeltzer’s writing at this point. Desperately Seeking Landlord has the perfect balance of humor and romance creating a romantic comedy that I could not put down for even a second. I’m serious. Un 👏 put 👏 downable 👏
Miranda and Jamie are the definition of polar opposites and their coming together in the previous book was a hilarious little background, but their story? 😍 Holy swoon Batman! Jamie is completely different than I could have ever predicted and surprised me more than once. Brace yourself for him to blow you away. Miranda as always is hilariously sweet. Balancing her sass with her kind heart like the queen she is. Together these opposites end up being the perfect pair and I couldn’t get enough of them.
so … watch out.”
living room and dive bombing onto the couch, he pulls the tile down, and dust
jolt when something smacks into my chest.
tiniest, most pitiful meow.
more like kittaaay. I see big blue eyes and dusty oatmeal fur
before I hug the kitten to my neck.
out, and rubs drywall dust and insulation from his hair. “A cat?”
see. “My ceiling gave birth.”
my chest. I don’t even know if it’s a girl, but it feels like she is.
“Animals are not allowed.”
I am fucking the landlord.” I wink at him while petting the
kitten on the top of her fluffy head. To the cat I say, “How’d you even get up
in my ceiling?”
probably got on the roof somehow and this one got separated.”
Beta to my Alpha. The Fettuccine to my Alfredo. Ooh, that should be your name,
animal shelter tomorrow.”
willingly giving up this cat. It feels like some sort of sign. If a kitten
falls from your ceiling, clearly it’s chosen you, right? The wand chooses the
wizard, after all, so can’t the cat choose the cat lady?
hand behind my back. “Fettuccine will be out of here before you know it.”
hopefully I can come up with a way to persuade him later.
because I’m in deep shit if it is.
fondness,” I mock playfully.
begging it for answers.
grave.” I grin widely at him as he lowers his head and looks at me. “What?” he
asks with confusion.
way. “Don’t tell him I slipped up.”
blackmail. I won’t tell if you let me keep the cat.”
I’m Micalea. Ma-call-e-uh. Weird name, I know. My mom must’ve known I was going
to be odd even in the womb. I’ve written a lot of books. Like a lot. Don’t ask
me how many, I don’t remember at this point. I have an unhealthy addiction to
Diet Coke but I can’t seem to break the habit. I listen to way too much music
and hedgehogs have taken over my life. Crazy is the word that
best sums up my life, but it’s the good kind of crazy and I wouldn’t change it