Bright Like Wildfire by Juliette Cross

Happy Book Birthday to Bright Like Wildfire!

I fell in love with Juliette Cross’s writing after getting my hands on Wolf Gone Wild and eagerly dove into the rest of the Stay a Spell series. Bright Like Wildfire is her first contemporary I’ve read and boy did I love this book! Not only do we get a small town romance, we get an enemies to lovers romance where a glitter booby bomb created a decade long grudge.

Glitter. Booby. Bomb.

Bennett has no idea why Betty Mouton hates him.

Other than the time he accidentally hit her boobs with a glitter bomb in their community theater performance of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” he’s been nothing but helpful and accommodating. But that notorious “incident” happened nine years ago. Time for the gorgeous redhead to get over it and admit to the real chemistry between them, not just the on-stage kind.

Betty is in trouble.

She may have gotten her dream role in a production by her favorite playwright, but there’s a big problem. Her romantic lead is that cocky, annoyingly hot know-it-all Bennett Broussard. And when the fake touching and fake kissing start to feel way too real, Betty realizes one thing. She better act her heart out or finally admit that Bennett has stolen hers.

This book was pure fun! Betty is a high school English teacher who loves her students and loves performing on stage. Bennett is a natural when it comes to theater and wants to prove his business skills by opening his own high-end grocery store and leaving the family business. Betty and Bennett have incredible chemistry together and are absolutely electric in the bedroom. If you’ve read anything by Cross, you know Bennett is going to be an exceptionally good dirty talker and trust me, he has top notch skills. It was really fun to read a grumpy-sunshine where the female MC was the grump. Betty knows she can be prickly and is dealing with her issues through snark and sass. Bennett was a bit of a delightful surprise with his jealousy and possessiveness over Betty’s attentions but balanced it all out with his superior charm and banter skills. Very, very good banter.

And the goat! There is a charming little goat friend who ends up wreaking all kinds of silliness on Betty and her new home.

This book is equal parts sweet, smart, sultry, and satisfying! I thoroughly enjoyed reading and it and can’t wait to see what you all have to think about it!

Thank you so much to Juliette Cross for allowing me to be a part of her ARC team and for the advanced copy of this title. All opinions and mistakes are my own.

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Baby Goats!

It’s been a busy few weeks on the Fat Farm. After many false starts and a huge miscalculation on our parts, our two oldest goat mama’s, Emma and Emily finally gave birth. We’ve been lucky with these two mamas before and I had my fingers crossed for smooth sailing from both of them. Sure enough, we caught Emily in the early stages of labor so I was able to monitor her pretty closely. In less than two hours, she had birthed twin boys. I can emphasize enough what a relief it is for a smooth labor. I’ve helped with a goat c-section and I still have nightmares about it. ***the goat was fine, the vet was amazing, it’s just a weird, bloody event, ok?***

The next evening, Emma was apparently feeling left out and wanted our attention focused on her so she gave birth to twin girls. As I was doing the evening check on the mama’s and babies, we realized that she had a secret baby hidden away and the farm’s tiniest member was born. Not twins, but triplets! Triplets sound wonderful: more babies to sell, more money to be made, why not? Because then you get itty bitty little runts and you have to name them Little Bit. Little Bit was far too small to latch on to her mother to nurse so she’s currently, and luckily our only only baby, needing bottle feedings.

Bottle feeding goat babies is pretty much like bottle feeding human babies. Your counters are covered with bottles, nipples, measuring bowls and whisks. There’s formula powder everywhere because you’re not sleeping through the night and forgot to make a bottle earlier when you were more clear headed. Goat babies also cry, like really cry, and it breaks your heart because you weren’t outside sooner to get them a bottle before they started crying. Just like a human baby but luckily there are no diapers to change.

These are just the first two to have kids. We should have the other four mamas giving birth before too much longer but I’m awful about tracking pregnancy so every day is belly watch around here.