The Derby Girl

The Derby Girl

by Tamara Morgan

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Overview

Book two of Getting Physical

Roller derby girl Gretchen “Honey Badger” Badgerton lives in the moment, no apologies. Like every woman in Pleasant Park with a pulse, she finds Dr. Jared Fine irresistible, but she’s taken by surprise when her unattainable new neighbor asks her out.

On paper, Jared is the perfect man: gorgeous, wealthy and charitable. But his golden image is just that, and opening an upstate practice is a welcome chance to start a new life. When Gretchen stops to help him with a flat tire, he’s intrigued by her feisty attitude—and her sexy body art. There’s something refreshing about being with a take-charge woman who doesn’t expect him to be anything but himself.

Though Gretchen is hesitant to shatter Jared’s “bad girl” illusion of her, she has to face facts: she’s fallen for the good doctor. She’s used to putting everyone else’s needs before hers, but as their relationship heats up, can she handle having someone take care of her for a change?

Don't forget to check out book one of Getting Physical, The Rebound Girl, available now!

87,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426896248
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication date: 08/26/2013
Series: Getting Physical
Sold by: HARLEQUIN
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 731,194
File size: 344 KB

About the Author

 

Tamara Morgan is a contemporary romance author of humorous, heartfelt stories with flawed heroes and heroines designed to get your hackles up and make your heart melt. Her long-lived affinity for romance novels survived a B.A. degree in English Literature, after which time she discovered it was much more fun to create stories than analyze the life out of them.

Visit her online at www.tamaramorgan.com.

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Gretchen's right eye was so swollen she almost missed seeing it.

Bright red, so small it looked as though it could barely fit a whole human being, probably purchased to make up for a penis of microscopic proportions, the vintage Ferrari that had pulled over to the side of the road was no more than a blip in her peripheral vision. A flash of color. A warning sign.

Naturally, she lifted her foot off the gas and eased her own car—also red, but vintage only in the sense that it ought to have been earmarked for the junk heap—onto the shoulder. Slight though this blip might be, it was a blip she recognized.

Her car rattled to a wheezy stop, and she didn't bother checking her image in the rearview mirror before getting out. Gretchen knew very well what she looked like right now. An encroaching purple bruise was in the process of forming on the shiny, swollen flesh around her eye. Blood crusted inside one of her nostrils, and her bottom lip was so fat she had what could accurately be termed bee-stung lips for the first time in her life.

It had been an awesome night.

"Need a hand?" she called out, picking her way along the edge of the highway, which was dark and deserted and the perfect setting for any one of a number of horror movies. Gretchen happened to adore horror movies, which was why she always came prepared. Her purse was a treasure trove of pepper spray and strategically placed rolls of quarters, none of which had ever seen any action.

That was what happened when you only stopped on the side of the road for cars you knew. Common sense made it unnecessary to battle the things that went bump in the night.

"Hello?" she called again. She could see the driver crouched near one of the rear tires. "Anything I can do to help?"

At this time of night, there was little traffic between Philadelphia and her hometown, the cozy borough of Pleasant Park. During rush hour, the routes were a constant stream of sensible commuter cars making the sixty-mile trek, but few people straggled home from their urban pursuits near ten o'clock on a weeknight, so it was unlikely anyone else would stop to lend a hand. And she knew for a fact that cell phone reception in this area sucked. Her car broke down here at least twice a month.

The man looked up from his pancaked tire, a frown etched onto his face. Despite him driving a ridiculous car, his face was one Gretchen knew well. Dreamed of often. Occasionally fantasized about licking.

But only occasionally. And always under the most sanitary of conditions.

Technically, she'd never exchanged more than a few words with him, though he stopped by the café where she worked part-time several days a week. He always ordered black tea kombucha and a whole wheat bagel to go, and although his conversation was generally restricted to a few grunts and fewer smiles, he had a good working relationship with the tip jar.

To be perfectly fair, Gretchen was half in love with every customer who had a good working relationship with the tip jar.

His face was heavy with lines, but in that attractive way of well-weathered men who had stories to tell for each one, and was topped with a dashing crop of dark hair touched at the edges with gray. It was hard not to admire a man with hair like that, especially in Pleasant Park, where a Dr. Fine sighting was almost as big of a deal as that time they'd passed an ordinance to paint all the fire hydrants a cerulean blue.

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The Derby Girl 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed it
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Book_Sniffers_Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Gretchen is someone who hides her insecurities behind the facade of a derby girl. With all her makeup, tattoos and racy outfits, people look at her and think “bad-ass” but really she’s a mess. She is 30 and lives with her grandmother (to take care of her), works part time jobs, has taken various classes at the community college without majoring in any of them and has no idea where she will go in life. So when Jared comes into the picture, she’s tries to keep him at bay and only show him “Honey Badger”, thinking that’s what he needs from her. But what she doesn’t realize is that he knew her hand the moment they met. The characters in this story were very likable, even Jared. He starts off as a pompous ass but then you realize that’s just how he’s been raised. His father was a big time doctor and he’s driven Jared every second to be the best. Jared tries to connect with his friends but he is really uncomfortable and unsure of himself when it comes to small talk. So every once in a while he says something inappropriate but the fun thing about the story is that Gretchen is right there to knock him down a few pegs. Instead of being upset and storming off, she stands her ground, raises an eyebrow and sasses him. Oh and she deducts points… which I love. When the Mr. and I first started dating we jokingly had a point system. Anytime one of us did good, we got points, do something not so good and you deduct them. I don’t think we really had a consequence/reward on either end of the scale but it was fun. I think I would have enjoyed this story so much more had I read Rebound Girl first. Since after all, the story deals with Jared’s ex Whitney who is a character in this story. Maybe we’d have seen Jared in this story? Maybe I would have started out disliking him for the way he treated Whitney during their time together, only to find out what was going through his head? I don’t know. It’s not that you need to read the first book to understand this one. I just think I would have been even more into the story had I read it. One itsy bitsy problem I had with the story and it’s probably just the fact that it’s an ARC or the formatting messed up on NetGalley but there was no break between the POV’s. I would be reading from Gretchen’s point of view and then all of a sudden she’s talking about how sexy her butt looks when she bends over, and how she really wants to know what that vine tattoo is that’s peeking out of her collar. And that’s when I realize that I’m no longer reading Gretchen’s POV but Jared’s. Again, I’m sure it’s just a NetGalley thing because there were some clear breaks in between the two POV’s, just not all of them. All in all, Tamara’s a wonderful writer. This story’s got humor, sexiness, family drama and awesome characters. I will definitely be keeping up with this series.