My Grumpy Old Bear by Jayda Marx

Brooks – I’ve been coming to this little café every weekday for the past month, and everyday the same guy, Noah, takes my order. That may not sound so exciting, but there’s more; he also always flirts with me, talks to me and makes me feel like a million bucks.
The problem? He’s in his mid-twenties, which is a baby compared to my forty-five years. The first time he winked at and flirted with me, I thought he was making fun of me. I may have cussed him out. Okay, I did. But just a little. But, to my surprise, he just laughed and told me I was cute when I was grumpy. I should have run away and never came back to this place. But I can’t stay away.

As if the age gap between us isn’t reason enough to keep my distance, we are also complete opposites. Noah is young and free-spirited, kind and funny. I’m, as I said, an asshole. Actually, I’m a cranky, foul-mouthed motherfucker, but for some reason, Noah seems to enjoy our conversations.
Our looks couldn’t be more different either. Noah is…hell, Noah’s hot. He’s tall and thin with dirty-blond hair and blue eyes. He smiles so big his cheeks dimple up, and he lights up the room. His physical appearance and personality are both like a ray of fucking sunshine.
And then there’s me. I’m gray-haired, gray-eyed, thickset, and I have crows feet and a bad back. Yeah…totally not hot. I can’t for the life of me figure out why Noah seems interested. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back; to try to solve the puzzle. Maybe he’s mental. He seems so perfect, but maybe he’s actually a fucking basket case. It would explain his attraction to me.

When Noah basically forces me into a date, he flips my entire world upside down. But things can’t be that easy; I’ve got secrets, physical and emotional pain, and enough baggage to fill an airplane. I’ve got to keep my distance because this could never work.
Noah – I’m becoming obsessed with a hunky older man. For a month now I’ve been flirting and dropping hints that I like him. Though we talk often, he always shrugs off my advances. Maybe it’s a little sneaky to basically trick him into a date, but I’m just so attracted to the man, I can’t help myself! With his sexy gray hair and eyes and his cranky attitude, he’s like my own personal little storm cloud. Every time he scowls at me or his scruffy cheeks fold up into an unimpressed smirk, I like him a little more. He’s so unlike anyone I’ve ever known, let alone dated, and I can’t get enough.

I know there’s more to him than he likes to portray, though. Sure he’s grumpy, but I don’t miss the way his lips twitch when I tease him, or his eyes sparkle when I tell him he’s handsome. Each day I pull a little bit of information out about himself, but I’m hungry for more. I know there’s a big, beautiful personality behind his tough exterior, and I want to be the one who releases it. If he just lets me in, I know this could work.

*This M/M romance is for readers 18 and up! It contains an age gap between a sexy storm cloud and his ray of sunshine. Be on the lookout for country music, sweet moments and lots of dirty talk. This book has no cheating or cliffhangers, and a very happy HEA. My books tend to be low angst because it hurts my heart. I like to get to the good stuff and live for sweetness! If ‘instalove’ isn’t your thing, this title may not be for you.