A "heartbreaking and romantic" (Aestas Book Blog) debut, Sweet Thing explores the intensity and complexities of first love and self-discovery. Renee Carlino. After the Rain - Renee Carlino Category: Contemporary, Romance From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But. of the romantic women's novels Sweet Thing, Nowhere But Here, and After the Rain. Renee Carlino - Before We Were osakeya.info
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Sweet Thing: A Novel EPUB. by Renee Carlino. Download - Immediately Available. Please note: eBooks can only be downloadd with a UK issued credit card. Editorial Reviews. Review. "Sassy and sweet, Sweet Thing melts in your mouth and goes straight to your heart!" (New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans). "You have to teach your heart and mind how to sing together then you'll hear the sound of your soul."Mia Kelly thinks she has it all figured out. She's an Ivy.
I'm in love. Oh, and did I mention he was a bit of a rock star?
Sweet Thing was a sweet, heartbreaking and romantic story that kept me up reading all night! Sweet Thing was really a great read. I loved the characters, the story, and I loved watching them grow. I cannot wait to see what's next for Renee Carlino.
You will share every heart-breaking moment and you will live every warm, tender, angry and funny exchange You will read the end with that warm book glow I am currently suffering from one.
This story is sure to tug on your heart strings and touch your soul. It is unique, memorable, and breathtaking! Probably because the only thing I really liked about my entire body was my long, reddish-brown hair.
I had a degree in nutrition and my real estate license, and I was a certified massage therapist. See a pattern?
At one point I actually thought I wanted to become a horse jockey. I looked into the dining room to see raised flags on three of my tables.
It was time for some ingenuity. Directly underneath the big metal trays where we stacked dirty dishes was a one-foot-by-one-foot drain where we scraped all the nasty food that was left on the plates.
Sometimes it got clogged, and very rarely, a waitress would step in it. Some shitty Tuesday when I was in a hurry, I was that waitress, and the damn thing was practically overflowing with what looked like vomit.
The sludge went halfway up my right calf, but I just pulled my foot out and smiled, briefly thanking some higher-up somewhere. On any other day of the week, this incident would have enraged me, but it was a Tuesday. I was wrong. Jack said we were too slammed, so I had to stay and distribute bottomless bowls of tortilla soup with a sopping-wet pant leg and shoes filled with rotting food sludge.
Naturally, I got nicknamed Gutterfoot. I took the pitcher and began ladling tortilla soup into it when Jon-Jon found me. People have no dignity. After our shift slowed down, I pulled a little closet caper of my own. He was actually surprisingly proud of his job, despite the fact that he made minimum wage. His pie technique was incredible, and he had the freedom to make every kind of pie he wanted. Somehow, this aroused Helen.
He pronounced her name Huh-leen, and every time he said it, she practically had an orgasm. Just now? Something about a ship running its course, and overripe peaches.
He was smiling the whole time, that bastard.