Excerpt from Of Octopuses and Men
By Misha Bell
My grandparents’ grumpy neighbor is as hot as the lethal Florida sun. And like the sun, he’s bad for me. My taste in men is the worst—just ask my ex and his restraining order.
What am I doing in Florida with my grandparents, you wonder? Well, my best friend is an octopus, and he needs a bigger tank, so I took a job at an aquarium in the Sunshine State.
I didn’t expect that sexy, long-haired grump to try to buy my octopus for some nefarious purpose. Nor did I expect to make out with him during a late-night swim at the beach.
And the last thing I expected was to run into him on my first day at my new job… where he’s my boss.
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“Ah, Caper. What are you up to?”
I grin. My name is Olive (my parents are evil in their hippie-dippie-ness)
