Awkward Girls

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These Awkward Girls are going to have you laughing for days! Pink Bits Did you know the medical term for a butt crack is intergluteal cleft?¿¿¿ My name is Reagan, and spouting random facts like this one at inopportune moments is my affliction. I'm chronically awkward, socially inept, and completely lack a filter. Believe it or not, men do not find these attractive traits. When my sexy-as-sin neighbour barges into my apartment at the arse crack of dawn, everything changes. For some strange reason, my brand of crazy doesn't send him running for the hills. Instead, he settles in for a nap on my couch... Oh, and did I mention he was completely naked? Blue Beaver Did you know flannel can be deceivingly sexy? I'm Charlotte, a fashion blogging, endo warrior (if you know, you know. If you don't, buckle up). If devoting my life to fashion has taught me anything, it's that flannel was never a good choice. But it turns out, I was wrong. So. Very. Wrong. The first time I met Elijah he told me I was insane and I called him a lunatic. Then he came to my rescue, like a knight dressed in flannel, and I had to eat my words. Apparently, not all country folk are serial killers intent on feeding you to their pigs. Who knew? Never in a million years did I imagine myself lusting after a dead sexy, flannel-clad, llama farmer. There's no way it would ever happen. Me, flannel, and llamas, do not mesh. But the guy is basically perfect. He's tall, built like a greek god, and kisses me like he was born to do it. Too bad he's currently sharing his bed with Satan's Mistress-I mean-Delilah, his baby rescue llama. And she hates my guts. Silver Bush Did you know that a whopping 60% of couples get back together after years apart? My name is Tilly, and when I was seventeen I lost the love of my life because my mum and his dad did the nasty, made a baby, then got hitched. It drove us apart, me into the arms of another, and him as far away as he could get. Now he's back, and he wants me and my kids... Now six years later, he shows up telling me he doesn't care that he's my stepbrother, that we share a sibling, or that I'm a single mum with three kids to a guy he's always hated. He wants me back and he's willing to prove it. He has no idea what he's in for. My eldest is a drama queen of the highest order, my son is a four-year-old genius fascinated by human anatomy, and my toddler... the sass is strong in that one. My kids are going to show him just how full-on this parenting gig really is. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it...