For Rylan Cates, the gloriously sunny beachside town of Barefoot William may be home, but the pro baseball player needs to focus on spring training. Hiring a personal assistant to keep him and his four dogs organized for the next eight weeks is the first step--and Beth Avery is the perfect pinch hitter.
Beth is still looking for her place in the world, and a couple months caring for Rylan's two dachshunds, his golden retriever, and a Great Dane named Atlas should shore up her finances before she moves on. Except it's Atlas who won't budge, pushing her toward tanned, scruffy, sexy Rylan every chance he gets. One more strike and she's calling the dog out--unless she and Rylan admit that the attraction they're feeling is a game-winning grand slam. . .
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No One Like You
By KATE ANGELL
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Dog playing dead in the middle of the road.
Beth Avery couldn't believe the black Great Dane had stopped, dropped, and rolled onto his side. He had a mind of his own and was testing her patience. She shook her head. She should never have applied for the personal assistant position. Dog walker wasn't on her resume.
The big boy couldn't be coaxed or talked from the crosswalk at Center Street and Egret Way. Nothing worked. He'd lain down and stayed down. All one hundred and fifty pounds of him.
The situation was hopeless.
Beth tugged gently on the leather leash attached to his harness. "Up, Atlas, up," she pleaded again.
Not a flicker of his ears. He even closed his eyes. What if he was sick or hurt? She stared at his chest. The rise and fall was slow and peaceful. Had he fallen asleep?
Atlas was the alpha dog of the four dogs she was walking. Dismayed, she watched the golden retriever and two dapple dachshunds follow his lead. They, too, settled on the asphalt. The dachsies, Oscar and Nathan, turned onto their backs so the sunshine could warm their bellies. They stretched, yawned, looking way too comfortable.
What was she to do? Beth clutched the loop handles on the leashes so tightly they left an imprint on her palm. For a beat, she thought about letting go. See what they would do. It couldn't be any worse than watching them sunbathe on the road. She wasn't a dog person. She favored cats. So how was it that she found herself in this predicament at ten a.m. on a Monday morning?
She knew why. She was so desperate to find work, she'd somehow missed the dog walking requirement in the ad. She was so excited she'd been called back for a follow-up interview with Rylan Cates for the assistant position, she didn't dare tell him she had no experience with canines. He'd met with people all week and had narrowed his choices to three women, herself included.
The final applicants went on to walk, feed, and bathe his dogs. She had no idea how the other ladies had fared before her, although Atlas smelled profoundly doggie. Beth shook her head to clear her thoughts. She wasn't doing all that well, either.
She'd walked the pack for close to an hour, up and down the streets of Olde Barefoot William, where the homes were handed down through generations. She'd fallen in love with the beachside town, which was as eclectic in its architecture as it was harmonious. William Cates had founded the community. Here lay the inner circle. The old Florida-style cottages were quaint. The houses were shingled and shuttered, with wide porches. They'd with-stood hurricanes and time. A few had had minor facelifts.
Enormous evergreens lined the narrow two-lane road. Ancient moss clung to the cypress. The sun cast shadows through the scarlet-flowered branches of the Royal Poinciana trees that cornered the street. The scent of plumeria, gardenia, and hibiscus was heavy on the air. Sprinklers on automatic timers kicked on, watering lawns.
Only three blocks from Rylan's house, Beth sighed heavily. The neighborhood was momentarily quiet. No cars and no joggers. No one to witness the sleeping dogs. Thank goodness. How was she going to explain she'd fallen off schedule because Atlas pulled a Rip van Winkle? Baths needed to be given to the dogs before noon. Ry had handed her a canine cookbook for their food. They ate organic. A blender and baking were involved. Lunch would be late.
Determined to find a solution, she transferred the leashes to one hand, and then patted the back pocket on her cut-off jeans with the other. She had one trick up her sleeve she'd yet to play. She'd purposely changed her clothes and had dressed down for the walk. Had to. Drool stained white linen slacks. Dirty paws would leave permanent marks. She couldn't afford cleaning bills. Not in her current economic state.
Sweetening her tone, she tried, "Atlas, treat? Yum, yum." She smacked her lips.
Treat didn't get the slightest reaction from the Dane, but the other dogs perked up. The two dachshunds scrambled to their feet and the golden retriever looked at Atlas then back to Beth. Rue was slow to make her decision.
"Oatmeal-apple biscuits," Beth said, enticing the golden with a handful of snacks she pulled from her denim pocket.
Rue sniffed the air, then nudged Atlas with her nose, but the Dane wouldn't budge. The retriever slowly rose.
Three up, and one to go. A minor victory, Beth thought.
The dachsies and golden ate their snacks, then eyed Atlas once again, waiting for him to make his move. Or not. Beth agonized over the moment until inspiration struck. Looping the leashes over her wrist, she crouched down near the big dog. There, she quickly tied her retro red Keds. Atlas had stomped all over her feet when he'd spotted a squirrel. She'd tripped twice over the loose laces.
Leaning forward, her cutoffs rode up and snugged her bottom. The fringe tickled the tops of her thighs. Her bright blue crop top had shrunk in the dryer making the back hem even with her sports bra. The sun kissed her bare skin.
She didn't care if she looked ridiculous, whispering to the Dane. She needed this job. She drew in a breath and started making promises that she never planned to keep, sweet-talking him. "No organic food for you, Atlas. I'll cook you a big, juicy steak if you'll get up."
The Dane cracked his eyelids, a good sign that he was listening.
"You can have the entire couch to yourself. I will stand for the remainder of my interview."
His tail thumped.
"We could even skip your bath." She had dreaded it anyway. The shampooing might not be so bad. Rinsing him off would drench her. What other enticements could she offer?
"He doesn't take bribes," said a man from behind her. His voice was deep and concerned. "I've tried."
Rylan Cates's sudden arrival took her by surprise. Beth sat down hard on the asphalt. Small rocks jabbed her bottom. She jarred her tailbone. Winced. His shadow loomed over her, larger than life. She turned slightly, tilted back her head, and worked her gaze up his body.
Navy flip-flops. Long legs dusted with brown hair. Gray board shorts. Lean hips. A hint of his package. Defined abs beneath a T-shirt scripted with I Came to Play. Muscled arms. Solid shoulders. A scruffy chin in need of a shave. A masculine mouth that tipped up at one corner. Straight nose. Eyes so blue they made the sky jealous. His hair was dark blond and shaggy. He looked more surfer than professional baseball player.
He was way hotter than she remembered. Or was it because she'd barely looked up from her hands folded in her lap during the interview? Interviewing was new to her. She'd been incredibly nervous then, and was even more so now.
He cleared his throat, shifted slightly, breaking her stare. He extended his hand, and she took it. He helped her up. His grasp was strong. His palm callused. He squished her fingers. She shook out her hand when released and brushed pebbles from her thighs and butt cheeks. Tugged down her top then faced him.
Her stomach tightened, her mind working overtime imagining what he must be thinking. Where had he come from? she wondered, glancing along the street. She hadn't heard him approach, but soon understood why. He drove a McLaren. The black sports car was built for stealth and speed and was good for sneaking up on someone. Especially someone walking his dogs. He could easily spy on her. It was parked against the curb, looking shiny and pricey against the backdrop of aging homes.
He ran one hand down his face. "Why is Atlas sleeping in the street?"
"He needed a nap," was said with more snark than she'd intended. She had never been more frustrated.
"He can't stay there all day," he told her. "Traffic picks up closer to noon."
She tried to read his expression. Was he amused or angry? She couldn't tell and released a short breath. "I'm open to suggestions."
He stuck his hands in the pockets of his board shorts, rocked back on his heels. She couldn't believe he had the balls to debate helping her.
Moments passed before he said, "Give him Rue's leash so he can walk her home."
A dog walking a dog? Her eyes widened. Surely he was joking.
"The big boy likes to be in control," Rylan explained as if she should have known that and adjusted her dog walking style. "He's had a crush on Rue since they were puppies. She won't mind" Ry paused, looked her in the eye. His lips twisted. "Staring at me like I'm crazy won't get him up."
She blushed, embarrassed by her inability to manage Atlas. He hadn't taken to her, but it hadn't been for lack of trying. She wondered if the other applicants had won him over. Perhaps this job wasn't meant for her after all. A position stocking shelves at Crabby Abby's General Store or scooping ice cream cones at The Dairy Godmother might be a better choice. At either place she wouldn't have to contend with scooping dog poop.
Rylan nudged her aside and took the leashes from her. Separating Rue's hot pink lead from the others, he held it up for Beth to see the teeth marks—big indentations made by a big mouth—on the curved handle. No mistaking the Great Dane's signature bite. "Watch this. Atlas, take Rue home," he instructed the Dane.
Atlas stood up so quickly, Beth swore the earth moved.
Rising on his back legs, the dog put his paws on Rylan's shoulders. They were eye to eye. Ry smiled and scratched the dog's floppy ears. Atlas barked. It was a sight she'd never forget.
Dropping back down, Atlas snatched Rue's leash from Ry's hand and gripped it between his teeth. His tail whipped wildly. He was happy and attentive. He took off at a trot, dragging Rue several steps before she balked. He then slowed his stride so the golden could keep up and they headed down the sidewalk.
Beth stared after them, utterly blown away. She wouldn't have believed it, had she not seen it. She needed to catch up to them, she realized, or her chances of landing this job were long gone. They were already a half-block ahead of her. The dachshunds had short legs. She decided to scoop them up and carry them, tucking each under an arm. Like footballs.
She left Rylan standing on the crosswalk, not daring to turn around to see if he was watching her. She was already so embarrassed, she didn't want to mess this up, too. No doubt he was observing her every move. His judging her did not sit well. People in her past had taken her to task, and she'd not enjoyed the criticism.
Jogging, she caught up with Atlas and Rue. Ry trailed behind them in the McLaren. Apparently he didn't trust her to cover the three blocks alone. Not that she blamed him. What dog owner wanted to see his animals sprawled out and asleep on the asphalt? It was not a pretty sight.
Rylan's two-story cottage sat west of Center Street on Manatee Way. The heavily wooded lot provided him privacy. Only hints of gray paint and white shutters could be seen through the trees.
Slowing to catch her breath, Beth followed the lime rock driveway that wound between tall hedges. She pulled in her gut and kept going. She was determined Atlas and company weren't going to get the better of her. The problem was, they knew the terrain, and she did not.
She nearly turned her ankle on a loose stone in her attempt to keep up with the lead dogs. She winced, wanting to stop and rub her foot, but they had picked up the pace and were headed for their water bowls aligned in a row on the porch. The dachshunds squirmed in her arms, wanting down. Once on the ground, they scrambled up the steps.
Tires crunched on the driveway behind her, and she heard Coldplay on Ry's car radio before the engine cut off. Exhaling, she pushed back the hair falling into her eyes and straightened her top. She barely had time to adjust her shorts before Rylan joined her at the front of the house. He looked down at her. She tried not to notice that his light eyes looked tired and he hadn't shaved this morning. He seemed to have a lot on his mind. Perhaps the man needed an assistant more than she'd realized. She hoped it would be her.
"You made it back okay," he said.
She nodded. "Just in time to—"
Be slobbered on. Oh, no. Atlas had drunk deeply, then jumped off the porch, coming straight to her. He wiped his muzzle on her denim hip. She was his towel. Drool spread from her crotch to her thigh. She flinched.
"Sorry about that," Rylan apologized as he tugged off his T-shirt. "Let me dry you off."
"No, I'm fine—"
He touched her. She should've remained wet. His hands were large and rough; the fabric of his shirt soft from wear. His bare chest brushed her breast as he bent toward her hip. The warmth of his breath blew across her belly. His rubdown was fast, thorough, and disturbingly intimate. He didn't seem affected, but she nearly came out of her skin. Goose bumps rose.
She waved him off. "I'm okay, really," she managed and moved away from him, only to walk into Atlas. The Dane still invaded her space.
Rylan smiled, appearing relieved. "He likes you."
She found that hard to believe. "He wiped his face on me."
"He's playing with you."
"Then why am I not having fun?"
"You'll get used to him."
His words gave her pause. He would have to hire her for that to happen. She wasn't sure she could live with a dog the size of a pony and the stubbornness of a mule.
"I'm not certain this job is for me." She was being honest with him and herself, even if it meant the interview ended right there. Being broke was no longer an option. She hated to let the job go, but she didn't want to get in over her head. Been there. Done that. Her past hadn't played out well.
Her hesitancy had Rylan narrowing his eyes. He did the unexpected. Throwing back his head, he released his inner beast. He howled. The sound cued the dogs to do the same. They howled so loudly, Beth covered her ears.
"What are you doing?" she asked once the racket eased.
"We're talking you into staying."
She shook her head. "You're crazy."
"I'm also smart, practical, and tend to be too serious, according to my family," he told her. "I'm an animal lover and a decent ballplayer."
Decent ballplayer? She'd Googled him before she applied for the job. Statistics showed he ranked among the best. He was a gifted athlete.
She needed to come clean with him. "I lied on my resume," she confessed. She figured her admission would put him off.
"I know," he surprised her by saying. "I checked your previous employers and references. If you worked where you said you did, you were invisible."
"Why did you let me slide?" she asked, confused.
He shrugged. "I'm honestly not sure. I trust my dogs' instincts. Atlas is an excellent judge of character. He wouldn't let anyone in the cottage who didn't belong. He joined you on the sofa during your first interview and you didn't freak out. I had one applicant leave the house screaming."
"He is rather large."
"Large, but harmless," Ry assured her. "He's still growing. He's just two years old."
Still growing. Her heart nearly stopped.
"The job is only for eight weeks. It starts a week before spring training and ends a week after," he reminded her. "I have a permanent assistant in Richmond. She's just gotten married. I gave her time off for an extended honeymoon in Cancun."
The timing is ideal, Beth thought. Free of her previous obligations, she didn't want to stay in one place too long. She had a lot of country to explore. She wanted to lose herself in her travels. Returning home was not an option. She wouldn't be missed.
"It's a busy time for me," Rylan continued. "I'll have personal and professional obligations. I'll need someone to keep me on track."
Beth swallowed hard. Some days she lived chaos, all on her own. Could she keep his life and her own running smooth? That was to be seen. Organization could be challenging.
To her surprise, he took her silence as holding out for more money. "You'll receive a salary and a household budget. You'll have a business credit card for emergencies. Should you come up short for any reason, just let me know."
The man was trusting. Perhaps overly so. She didn't want to disappoint him. She quickly gave the job a final assessment. The pay was enticing—she'd make more money in eight weeks than she had made the previous year. The cash cushion would be nice—she could take a short vacation once she left town. She wouldn't be forced to immediately seek another position.
She had one final question for him before she accepted. "You had far more qualified applicants. I couldn't be your first choice. So why me, Rylan? Besides the fact your dog likes me."
Because I'm not attracted to you. He didn't admit that to Beth; he didn't want to hurt her feelings.
Plain and simply put, she wasn't his type. He didn't have a lot of time to date, but when he did, he favored tall, slender, savvy blondes. The two other women he'd interviewed had turned him on. He didn't need the distraction or the erection. No work would've gotten done.
Beth Avery had quirky written all over her. Her brown hair was curly and unruly. The tip of her nose turned up slightly. She pursed her lips a lot. She had a chin dimple. She couldn't be more than five foot two.
Her style in clothes was mismatched. She'd shown up to her first interview wearing a lavender prairie flower print top, a flowing ankle-length green skirt, and white cowgirl boots with silver scrolling. Peace sign earrings had dangled from her ears, and a crocheted and beaded bracelet had wrapped her wrist.
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This is the second book in the series that I reviewed and I believe that Avery Flynn has hit it out of the park with this great series. I absolutely love reading about the Sweet sisters, as they are all so different and unique. Each book is something entirely different but somehow links to the previous book - which I absolutely love. I am definitely a fan of series books, not necessarily the same characters, but that have overlapping characters, which Flynn does so well. It took me a bit to get into this book, as I read the third one in the series first and found it have more steam and spunk. However, Hollywood on Tap didn't disappoint either - with a great storyline, characters whom have instant chemistry and there was a bit of a mystery too. Natalie is a character who I didn't really identify with right away, but as the story progressed, I found myself liking her more and more. Once her and Sean finally let down their hair, to sort of speak, I really enjoyed watching her let loose a bit more. I would recommend Hollywood on Tap to anyone who loves series books, a bit of suspense, romance and steam. Avery Flynn is a talented writer who knows how to keep the storyline flowing and does a great job of creating characters who are likeable and plausible. Great read!
Just look at this cover! It is so adorable! I can't help but feel happy by just looking at it. And the cover wasn't the only thing that made me want to read this book. The premise sounded promising too. That had it's impact, so I went into this book with my expectations higher then usual. I can see why some people would love this book. Unfortunately, I wasn't one of those people. In my opinion this book is written only for real dog lovers. Please don't take me as a dog hater, because I do like dogs. I think they are really inteligent and faithful beings and can make one's life really happy. It's just that I am not head over hills when it comes to dogs. Maybe true dog lovers will understand this novel's characters' behaviour, but in my eyes, they were obsessed with their dogs too much for my taste. They talked about Atlas almost all the time and they made their scedule based on dog behaviour and they were even making decisions based on Atlas behaviour. There were just so many scenes with Atlas and some of them were cute, but with time they just made me nervous and too be honest I even felt bad for other three dogs because it was obvious who is the number one dog in Ry's eyes (that's the owner). Atlas was just everywhere and when swoon worthy scenes came (because this is actually a romance novel) I wasn't even swooning. I was afraid Atlas will show up and even more afraid of what will happen' then (Do I even have to say Ry and Beth had to check if dogs are asleep to go and have some action??). The plot was predictable but I didn't mind. Sometimes I do like predictability and in this story I welcomed it. What I wasn't a fan of was writer's writing style. It was too detailed for my taste. I really don't care what Beth bought in the store and what dogs were eating everytime they ate. In my reviews I always analyse charaters because character development takes a huge part when it comes to my rating. In this review I will skip that part and say that I just wasn't impressed with anyone enough. I recieved a copy of this book via Netgalley in an exchange for an honest review. Thank you Kensington Publishing Corp
Kate Angel pens another enchanting story in No One Like You. Beth Avery desperately needed a change. Her world back home had exploded around her and a fresh start in Barefoot William seemed to be the perfect place. Beth is not so sure being the personal assistant to ballplayer Rylan Cates. Rylan Cates has a lot on his plate and needs a personal assistant to handle his schedule and his four dogs. He thinks Beth is the perfect assistant since his dogs love her and he doesn’t feel any attraction to her. Or so he thinks. Watching Beth thrive taking care of his day to day needs and loving his dogs, Rylan finds himself growing more and more attracted to Beth by the day. Once he finds out the attraction is mutual all bets are off. This is my favorite story in the Barefoot William series. I fell in love with Atlas Rylan’s great Dane from the first page. Rylan’s friend and family folding Beth into their family is heartwarming. Beth really is alone in the world and these strangers make her their own. Loved Rylan and Beth’s waltz to falling in love. Kate Angel’s books are a treat every reader deserves.
In my opinion, Atlas stole the spotlight from Ry and Beth with his matchmaking skills. I love it when pets are an important part of the love story and his this book delivers. Ry and Beth's relationship progresses at a nice pace, starting with a friendship that evolves into love as the couple gets the know each other. The guys on Ry's team are great and I can see some of them having their own stories. Overall a light and fun read for an afternoon. ARC via NetGalley
Had a big smile on my face when this book ended. Stayed up till 1 in the morning to finish. Love this series.
Need big imagination for doggie dancing and mind reading. Somewhat silly.
So you guys have no idea how excited I was to get another of Kate Angell’s books – especially when it centers around one of the Richmond Rogues players. Years ago I fell in love with her Rogues and while there is no doubt that I love the Barefoot Williams crew, those ball players will always have a special place in my heart. (Pssst, you can get the original books in a special 4 Book Boxed Set on Amazon!) Rylan and Beth together are just fantastic. It’s not a very angst ridden book, instead it’s all about the people (yea!) – getting to know each other, falling in love and developing relationships with those around them. Rylan is all sexy ball-player, but being a Cates he’s also smart, settled and big-hearted. He cares about his family & those around him and so does Beth. She immediately adopts all those in Rylan’s sphere and tries to make things better for them, but of course she puts Rylan first. She’s running a little from her past but working for Rylan gives her the chance to sit still for a little bit and confront it. I did a really big happy dance about halfway thru the book when I started to realize that Angell was possibly setting us up for more Rogues books! We usually spend time with the people of Barefoot Williams but with Rylan being a starter for the baseball team we got to see more of the players. And what a fantastically fun crew they are. I can’t wait to see this group of grown up little boys fall in love – it is guaranteed to be a hoot. Based on the sneak peek at the end, we’re starting with Halo, the biggest little kid of the bunch. I’m so excited! With a Great Dane matchmaker and hyper ballplayers, Rylan and Beth are kept on their toes … while being pushed into each other’s arms. Humorous and full of heart, No One Like You is another home run from Kate Angell. (Complimentary copy provided in exchange for an honest review)
Atlas, a great dane, is a major character in this delightful book. His antics create so many hilarious situations between Beth and Rylan, that even though he is a devil, you can't help but love him. Beth is running away from her past. There is nothing sinister there, it is more of an emotional past that is causing Beth issues. She ends up in Barefoot William and applies for a temporary PA position for Rylan Cates, the Richmond Rogues captain and also Barefoot William royalty. Her duties would include caring for Rylan's 4 dogs, 3 of which are sweethearts, and then there is Atlas, the dog with a mind of his own. While Beth is on her "trial" run with the dogs, Atlas decides to pull a Rip Van Winkle in the middle of the street. While Beth is trying to get Atlas to move, Rylan quietly drives up and witnesses Beth bribing Atlas with a treat to get him moving. Not something a potential employee wants her potential employer to observe. But as fate would have it, Rylan gives Beth the job. The characters in this series are hilarious. The ball players are so full of mischief you can't help but adore them. The book is filled with laugh out loud situations. If you haven't "visited" Barefoot William or the Richmond Rogues yet, this is a great place to begin!
Found this book by accident , so glad I did:-) This is a fantistic story!! I love Beth, Rylan and the supporting characters!
Loved it! This was a great book, I loved it. This is the fourth book in the Barefoot William series by Kate Angell. This book can be read as a standalone, but once you read one you will want to go back and read them all. Rylan is a professional baseball player and needs to focus on his spring training. He hires a personal assistant Beth to help keep him and his four dogs organized. Beth is trying to save money and takes the job as Rylan’s personal assistant. What Rylan and Beth don’t expect is Atlas the Great Dane is playing matchmaker. If you are looking for a great love story with adorable dogs, then you need to read this book. I am looking forward to reading the next book in this series. A Review copy was provided to me in exchange for a fair and honest review. The free book held no determination on my personal review.
Kate Angell his it out of the ball park when she wrote “No One Like You”! The story of Beth and Rylan is one that brought a smile to my face from the very first page and kept me smiling till the end. I liked the fact that there were no major dramas or issues to be overcome as the two main characters got to know one another. The four dogs, Atlas in particular, gave this story a dimension that enhanced with every scene they were included in. The imaginary beach location for spring training of a baseball team was perfect, the teammates and extended family fun to meet and will allow for further books in the series. The plot was wonderful and believable with activities and interactions that were from slapstick funny to warm and compassionate. I would love to be able to go to Old Barefoot William, Florida to meet the cast of characters found in this book but alas, it is fictitious. That said, I believe this is a book I will gladly read in the future and consider a friend. I received this book as an advanced reader’s copy through Net Galley and am thankful I did because it introduced me to an author I had not read before but plan to read again. I highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys romance at its best.
Adored this book!! Not sure which I liked more, the human characters or the canine characters. I think Atlas is my all time favorite fictional canine! Professional baseball player, Rylan Cates is in Barefoot William for spring training. He needs a personal assistant to not only keep his appointments in line but care for his incredibly spoiled 4 dogs. Beth Avery is looking for her new place in the world and this temporary personal assistant job is perfect for her! The fact she knows nothing about dogs shouldn't be a problem now, right? This is a wonderfully sweet and hilarious story that you simply must read! I highly recommend it.
No One Like You is a lighthearted read. Kate Angell is an author that I have not read before but will be reading more in the future. This story has everything from opposites attracting, to matchmaking dogs and hilarious scenarios. The animals were characters as well with the human personality traits they displayed. Ms. Angell created a story that draws you in from the first page and smoothly guides you through an entertaining story. Received this book for an honest review.
The first I have read of this series set in Barefoot William, No One Like You is the fourth in this contemporary romance series from Kate Angell. A lovely small town tale with large dogs, beachside moments and plenty of heart. Former event planner Beth is recovering from a career disaster and is desperately searching for a job to pay the bills. When a temporary personal assistant / dog walker position opens up with baseball star Rylan, she is desperate enough to take a chance, even though she doesn’t particularly like dogs. As Beth’s appeal to people and dogs alike starts to niggle at Rylan, he is becoming attached to the redhead that seems to create order out of chaos, and his dog Atlas is completely bedazzled by her. Frequent long passages that describe the town, vistas and schedules, as well as insets with various townsfolk helped to ground the story firmly, while the development and display of the personalities of the four-legged characters Atlas, Rue and the dachshund pair are clever insets of honest doggie-antics and add to the feel good tone of the story. My one real issue with this story was not in the slow-developing relationship that often took a backseat to the town or dogs, but the frequent and occasionally jarring head-hopping between Beth and Rylan. While dialogue, description and the dogs are wonderful, it took some time for the voices of Beth and Rylan developed a tone and feel that was unique and specific to each character. That does resolve, and their slow grow to romance does erupt with some fireworks, but the struggle between the elements: romance, the town and the dogs kept the romance on the back burner, a secondary plot in this story about the town and its doggie inhabitants. As the fourth in the series, this book did work well alone, I didn’t find any great lack of information with secondary characters, and the dogs truly do steal the show frequently. Perfect for fans of this series and of small town romance with a little pet hair on the carpet. I received an eArc copy of the title from the publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.