By Renee Carlino
Title: Sweet Thing
Author: Renee Carlino
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Mia Kelly is a twenty-five-year-old walking Gap ad who thinks she has life figured out when her father’s sudden death uproots her from slow-paced Ann Arbor to New York City’s bustling East Village. There she discovers her father’s spirit for life and the legacy he left behind with the help of an old café, a few eccentric friends, and one charming musician.
Will Ryan is good-looking, poetic, spontaneous, and on the brink of fame when he meets Mia, his new landlord, muse, and personal heartbreaker.
A story of self-discovery and friendship, Sweet Thing shines light on the power of loving and letting go.
Looking around at the remaining guests, the little white lights everywhere and the
glistening pond, I thought Jenny and Tyler’s wedding couldn’t have been any better; it
was complete magic. Playing music with Mia made an already perfect night spectacular. I
wanted to grab a bottle of champagne and stroll around the little pond with Audrey, but I
couldn’t find her anywhere.
I made my way up to the cottage and entered the front door. Right away I could
hear movement. The moment I turned the corner to head down the short hallway, I saw
Mia in sneaky mode, quietly closing one of the bedroom doors. When she turned, she ran
right into my chest.
“Have you seen Audrey?” I said.
She just stared at me, blank-faced.
“What, Mia?” She remained expressionless and then dick-stick Dustin walked out
of the room and stood behind her. “Oh no. Really? Really, Mia? You and him?” Holy
shit, she was fucking him in there. Oh my god, she’s gonna need disinfecting. And then
Audrey walked out and stood next to Dustin. “What?” I started laughing uncontrollably.
Why wasn’t I invited to this party? “The three of you? What the fuck?” I searched Mia’s
face. She looked sad. I couldn’t believe it. I turned and headed down the hallway,
thinking what a travesty this was—my best friend and my girlfriend together with Dustin,
the filthiest, STD-ridden dirtbag in the universe.
I went straight for the bar, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and then headed toward
the pond. I could hear Mia yelling behind me. I kept my head down, got into the little
white boat, and rowed away from the dock. I just kept thinking How could Mia do that,
did she have no dignity? and How could Dustin use her that way when he knows how
precious she is to me? How could he when he knows that I would have given anything to
be with her, to be with Mia.
She yelled at me to come back and talk to her.
“I’m not. Talking. To. You. Ever!” I screamed. I saw Dustin with his arm around
Audrey, standing behind Mia. I stood up in the boat, barely able to keep my balance, and
flipped them off with both hands. “Fuck all of you!” I almost fell over, so I sat down and
rowed farther into the darkness before yelling a final, “Don’t look for me!”
I could still see them under the lights, but I knew they couldn’t see me. When I
got to the other side, I pulled the boat up onto the shore and started on the whiskey. First I
heard her and then I saw her coming toward me from the footpath.
“Don’t fucking come near me, Mia. I swear to God I will row myself into the
middle of that Goddamn pond and stay there till next year.”
She stayed where she was and in the calmest, sweetest voice, said, “I walked into
the room and thought you and Audrey were having sex. I couldn’t see who it was behind
the screen. I tried to sneak back out, and that’s when I ran into you. I was confused.”
I believed her, but I couldn’t face her in that moment. Audrey and Dustin had
humiliated me and I knew Mia felt sorry for me.
“Go away, Mia.”
I spent the next hour in that little boat, thinking about everything, thinking about
my life, thinking about the time Mia had asked me what my hopes and dreams were. I
knew without a doubt they included her, but I also knew I had to be patient with her. The
fact that Audrey and Dustin, that pencil-dick, were probably screwing around right in
front of my face, didn’t even bother me. I just thought about how relieved I was that it
I headed back to the cottage and found her sleeping, absolutely peaceful and
beautiful. Her long, dark hair was braided and resting over her shoulder. She was on her
side; the quilt was shrugged half down, exposing her almost completely in her T-shirt and
underwear. Honestly, by that point I had gotten over wanting to fuck Mia. When I
thought about being with her, I only thought about making love to her, sweetly. That
night I wanted so badly just to have slow, soft, sleepy sex with her. I lay beside her on top
of the quilt and watched her sleep. I thought back to earlier that day at the wedding when
she came walking down the aisle, how badly I wanted to see her in white, but still how
stunning she looked. I thought about her reaction when she saw Jenny and the way she’d
lovingly but enviously stared at Jenny on her dad’s arm. I knew Mia was thinking about
her own father and that the grief and pain was still weighing heavily on her. I thought
about how she was always alone, even when she dated that dipshit, Bob. Mia just seemed
like this lost little soul and I knew it would be a while before she came around. I passed
out thinking about what it would be like to hold her and praying that she would let me;
praying for us.
A few hours later I woke up to the feel of her gentle hand pulling my belt open. I
noticed she had removed my shoes and tie. I looked down at her through foggy, squinted
eyes. She smiled lovingly at me. There was just a hint of pity in her expression, but her
face was warm and kind.
“I got it,” I said. “Come back to bed.”
She slid back into bed while I stripped down to my boxers. She turned away from
me and onto her side. I curled up behind her and hitched my leg over hers. I reached my
hand up under her shirt to her warm, soft skin. I was holding her; she didn’t stop me. It
felt so good. That moment was tender, raw, and sacred, and I would take a fleeting
moment like that any day over an eternity of mediocrity.
“Are you okay?” she whispered.
“I am now.” I kissed her hair and inhaled deeply. “It hurt more when I thought it
was you,” I said and then I dozed off again. I woke up practically laying on top of her.
My hands were on her sides and my head rested on her stomach. I think I was crushing
her, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was running her hands through my hair. She
smelled like Mia always smelled, clean and cozy and like home. I stayed there as still as I
could; I wanted it to last forever. And then I thought, “Oh screw it. I’m going for it.”
I anchored my fingers and tried slowly to pull her panties down. She pressed
herself against me like she liked it and then I think she felt me hard beneath her and
jerked away to sit up. I watched her blushing face. She bit down on that pouty bottom lip.
I whispered, “Sorry, baby.”
Her lips curled into a tiny smile, and she leaned over, kissed my shoulder, and
breathed, “Get some sleep,” just barely loud enough for me to hear.
When she left the room, I looked down at myself and laughed. Patience, my
About Renee Carlino:Renee’s first friends were the imaginary kind and even though her characters haven’t gone away, thankfully the delusions have. She admits she’s a wildly hopeless romantic and she blames 80’s movies staring Molly Ringwald for that. She lives in Southern California with her husband, two sons, and their sweet dog June. When she’s not at the beach with her boys or working on the next book, she likes to spend her time reading, going to concerts, and eating dark chocolate.
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Do you remember growing up and thinking of what you wanted your ideal man to be? Our Mia has that, her head is set on what she wants "the one" to be like. That being said there were so many times when reading this book when I just wanted to jump into my Kindle and slap Mia. I am like come on, I know you are trying to go for your ideal man. But come on, you have WILL right in front of you! He is full of awesomeness!! He's kind, thoughtful, hot and a musician!! Another bad thing is she has word vomit mouth that come at the most inappropriate times. She NO filters at all on that mouth of hers. So I started to do this...
Hoping she would see what was right in front of her. Then some of the stuff that she would say.. I was like.. What?..Wait...Did she?... No, she didn't...Oh God..She did.
Once things start to evolve between our handsome Will and Mia, I got so excited. I was screaming YES!! But then she would do or say something and I was back to wanting to climb in my kindle. Somebody please slap her.
She had me all over the emotional scale. I know she had a bunch of heartache in a year, that is hard for anyone. But I still ended up saying to Mia.. "Come on!! You can do this!" Finally someone opens her eyes. But is it too late?? I had to take a breather.. You want things to work out..I want thing to work out.. Please don't let it be too late.. Okay Dee, breathe in, breathe out.
Do Mia and Will work it out? You will have to read it to see. I will say this.. the ending is spectacular. I suggest reading this book. It is so worth it. I give this book 4 Hearts.
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