The side-hustling small-town girl finds herself the main obsession when it comes to the mayor’s rich son. Too bad she’s hated him since he humiliated her in high school.
Hazel Redding
I’m so poor my side hustle has a side hustle, but what I lack in dollars, I make up for in enthusiasm. My latest gig might be a little embarrassing as a deodorant sniffer, but my mantra is that life is one big party. Especially when I discover gold one day in the hills of my small town. The only downside? The brooding rich boy who broke my heart in high school is the owner of that land, and we’ve had a strict policy of hating each other ever since.
Rip Bennett
I have a need to right some wrongs, but that requires coming out of the shadows of my father, the town mayor. Hazel seems like just what I need to bring some sunshine to my life, but will the lure of riches and criminal family members pull us apart? I might have to get my own hustle on to fight for her heart.
“The grumpy one falls for the sunshine one!!!!!!!! This is my favorite Jobs from Hell book, and I had no idea they could get better! I couldn’t put this book down. Second-chance, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, mysteries to solve, villains to be foiled, crazy grandmas, best friends, and cats!!! Amazing!”
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Excerpts from Side Hustle
If someone as bright and happy and colorful as Hazel could find something in me to love, then so could others. So could I.
I was weird. I knew this. Accepted it. But it still hurt to feel so disconnected from everyone else. I didn’t blame them, due to the aforementioned weirdness, but I also yearned to be accepted and needed and wanted. I’d just always felt different. When everyone got loud and talkative, I got quiet and observed. When everyone smiled and cheered, I frowned, not understanding why everyone was so damn happy. I was a dark shade of gray in a technicolor world. – Rip Bennett
Rip must have felt it too because in the next breath, his lips were on mine, his hand angling my head exactly where he wanted me. There was nothing shy or tentative about this kiss unlike when we were kids. It was the kiss of a grown man on a mission.