Imperfectly Bad by A.E. Woodword Blog Tour

I’m Rob Ziviani. Oh, you’ve heard of me? Wait, did we? Oh yeah, I remember.

No, that’s a lie, I don’t remember. I’ve had most of New York City and I don’t really remember any of them. There’s only ever been one. . .

This is my story. Read it, don’t read it. I really don’t give a damn. It’s not going to change my life, so why the hell should I care?

Because I don’t care about anything.

Not since her.

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Three days, that was my average. Three days before my skin started crawling and I needed another hit. By hit I mean another girl. Girls were my drugs. They had been for a while now. At least they were safe, well, as long as I made sure to wrap it. 

 

The fact of the matter was that I had slept with a lot of girls. It wasn’t something I was particularly proud of, but there were worse things to be addicted to. 

 

Tonight I’d chosen the grocery store as my hunting ground. The raven-haired firecracker from the other night had left me feeling dirty, so I was in the mood for something sweet. It was just a guess, but I figured women who spent their Friday evening grocery shopping were probably more innocent. 

 

And I was totally in the mood for innocence.

Wandering the aisles I did some of my normal shopping, placing a few things I needed in one of those hand basket things then I took my spot by the cereals. Yes, the cereal aisle. You want to talk about innocence—it doesn’t get any more wholesome than cereal. 

 

I picked up my box of Fruity Pebbles and stood there, pretending to study the nutritional information. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long before someone joined me. Someone up there must have been smiling down on me because the first girl to walk down the aisle was a solid “eight.”

With auburn hair and her nose and cheeks covered in freckles, she was definitely what I would call “cute.” The clothes she wore put her at college-aged, or certainly fresh out, and her hand basket was empty. She was definitely here to pick up her dinner. 

 

And the best student dinner?

Cereal. 

 

Told you—I was a genius. 

 

She was likely homesick too. Missing out on a good home-cooked meal. Poor thing. But never mind, her night was about to get a whole lot better. 

 

She stopped next to me and grabbed some healthy bullshit. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at her and my lips tipped upward in a smile. When I spoke, I kept my eyes fixed on the shelves, but I knew she’d know I was talking to her. They always did.

“I’m trying to convince myself that Fruity Pebbles are healthy.”

She giggled. “Yeah, sorry to inform you but they’re not.”

 

She blushed, her face a shade comparable to her hair.

“Dinner?” I asked, turning to face her and gesturing to the lack of food in her basket.

“Am I that transparent?”

“No, I’m just a good guesser.” I stuck my hand out for her. “Rob,” I said as we shook hands.

“And just in case you were wondering, I’m a fabulous cook.”

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A.E. lives in Vacationland with her husband and two children.  Between her real job and writing she finds little time to enjoy life’s finer things.  However in the free time she does manage to steal, she enjoys spending time with friends and family and reading.  A.E. is the author of Kismet and A Series of Imperfections: Imperfectly Perfect, Imperfectly Real, and Imperfectly Bad.  She is currently writing her fifth book, Working Girl.

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