tragedy in humor.
to be with the man I loved. The one who was supposed to love and cherish me in
blind dates was an ongoing tragedy.
son, Hayden. But when Hayden had a life-threatening allergic reaction, the man
who came to help my little boy became my own savior. His laugh, his smile, and
the way his eyes lit up when he spoke to my son made him a beacon of light in
both our lives.
friend had fallen for, I knew following my heart would once again lead to a fresh
round of heartbreak.
*I received a review copy in exchange for an honest review.
Curveball by Mariah Dietz drew me in immediately, and I read it in one sitting. I simply couldn’t put it down. Dietz’s writing is hypnotic and her characters are full of emotion. The complicated relationships of the characters made Curveball an engrossing story. I instantly adored Ella because she’s a single mom who loves those around her with all of her heart. Coen stole my heart quickly because he’s a genuine and caring guy who saves people’s lives for a living. The situation that Ella finds herself in when her son is born requires a strength born of a deep love for her son in order to survive, and Ella’s emotional strength held me spellbound until the end. The romance is tender with just enough heat to make this a sizzling read. Curveball by Mariah Dietz is a captivating love story that I highly recommend reading.
“You’re going to laugh.”
“It’s because I can’t hear things.”
“What kinds of things are you trying to hear?”
“I don’t know. Strange noises and things…”
“Do I need to spell it out for you?” She’s trying to sound annoyed, but I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Apparently, because I have no idea what you’re talking about. What kinds of strange noises are you going to hear? I usually turn my TV up to block out all the strange sounds like the neighbor’s kids and the lady behind me that sounds like Fran fucking Drescher.”
“You know who Fran Drescher is?”
“My mother was a big fan of that stupid show she was in. Stop changing the subject. What are you listening for? Hayden won’t sneak out.”
“What if someone breaks in?”
“You’re not serious.”
“Of course I’m serious!”
“What do you do all night?” I ask.
“Work,” she admits. “Well, usually I clean, and then I work.”
“I’m coming over.”
The panic in her voice doesn’t make her sound upset about the idea, but afraid.
Is it because she likes me?
“Why not?” I ask.
“It’s like nine o’clock.”
“Are you about to turn orange and sprout a stem?”
“That and I’m not wearing a bra, if you must know.”
“So put it back on.”
“You don’t understand. That’s like saying put your jeans back on.”
“I am in jeans,” I lie just to get a reaction out of her.
“What is wrong with you?” she cries.
“What’s wrong with jeans?”
“They’re stiff and uncomfortable. Wearing jeans all day is basically equivalent to walking on sandpaper. But at least you guys have pockets that will actually hold something larger than a thimble and don’t ride up your ass.”
with her husband, two sons, and two four-legged children who are the axis of
her crazy and wonderful world. Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent most of her time immersed
in the pages of books that she both read and created.
She has a love for all things that include her family, good coffee, books, traveling, and dark chocolate. She’s also obsessed with Christmas ornaments and all things Disney.