Tasty Pickle: An Opposites Attract Romantic Comedy (Everything Tasty Book 2) <— THIS. SOUNDS. HILARIOUS!!!!! And… she lets us into a personal story of her own, that was the inspiration for this book. It made me giggle. 🤭 Thank you to J.J. Knight for sponsoring today’s newsletter, celebrating her latest standalone release!!
She sat on a cactus. He hikes naked. Their unexpected encounter on a mountain trail is a match made in rom com.
The author notes:
Tasty Pickle is a full-length standalone rom com about the most charming, witty, completely useless hunk of man-meat ever to nature walk au naturel, a skeptical, purposefully underachieving deli worker, and the ghost pepper pickle relish that brings them together with a kiss so fiery that it ends up requiring medicated lip gloss.
It is part of the bestselling Pickleverse, but you do not need to read any other books before this one. You can start your outrageous adventure into the world of the Pickles right here.
Surely nobody has ever met their great love while using duct tape to pull cactus needles out of their girl parts on a mountain trail.
Except I just did.
Let me tell you about Axel Pickle.
He’s a bronzed god.
Worth half a billion after selling his nature app.
And he hikes naked.
He showed up in nothing but his hiking boots when I ran shrieking onto his private property after peeing on a prickly pear and being unable to put my pants back on.
We’ve been staring at each other’s private parts from the moment we first laid eyes on each other.
But I can’t date him.
I shouldn’t even talk to him.
And why he’s showing up at the hotel deli where I work, volunteering to slice the salami is a mystery to me.
I’m running from a terrible situation, and I need to keep my head down and avoid the world.
But something about the way Axel looks at me gets under my skin.
And this time, no duct tape in the world can yank the hooks he’s set in my wary, introverted soul.
FUN FACTS ABOUT THE AUTHOR (actually… the inspiration for this story) 😉
I once attempted a hike with a boy I wanted to date.
I was a teenager, and we were on a youth group trip. I’d met the boy, let’s call him Mason, a few days before at a volleyball match. I suspected he had come on this trip because of me.
I was into it.
Until a group of teens decided to hike up the mountain behind the camp.
I mean, I like the great outdoors. There are trees. And clouds. And flowers grow.
This is about the extent of my outdoors knowledge.
But Mason was all for the hike. After we all dumped our bags in the cabins, his first words to me, the start of our beautiful love story were, “Wanna go?”
So, I looked at my feet in plastic jellies (this was 1985, people, don’t judge), my snow-white shorts, and touched my perfectly feathered hair, and said those fateful words, “Sure, why not?”
I should have said no. Waited for firelight, s’mores, light glinting in our eyes.
But no, we start climbing the trail, and dirt and pebbles instantly infiltrate my cute gummy shoes. Every step is like walking barefoot on gravel.
A sporty girl in athletic wear grins back at Mason. “Race you to the big rock.”
Oh, no, she didn’t.
I don’t watch where I put my hand and stab myself on a cactus. I try not to cry out. I’m trying to be tough like that sporty girl!
But then we arrive at the big rock. The girl easily scales it, turning back to Mason. “Beat you.” She squats and lowers her hand as if he’ll take it and heave himself up to her.
But he doesn’t. He turns back to me. “Can I help you up?”
I give him my uninjured hand, and together, we reach the top. Maybe there’s a dozen other people there, including a pouty sporty girl, but I don’t notice. I don’t think he does either.
We dated for two years until we were separated for college.
This was the inspiration for the outrageous opening scene on a mountain trail for Tasty Pickle. They just do it, well, um, naked.
First, I was forced on a hike by my employer.
Then, I got tired and slowed down for like fifteen seconds and somehow lost the group.
Then, I got pelted with nuts by maniac squirrels with a grudge.
I ran in the direction where I thought the group was headed and lost the trail completely.
Of course, I had no cell signal.
Just like a horror movie.
I started stress-drinking Gatorade.
Then, I had to pee.
So, I popped a squat.
Apparently on a cactus hidden in the brush.
Tiny spines attached to my girl parts.
And now, I’m on my back, my cactus-impaled vajajay flashing in the sun, my yellow daisy underwear caught on my ankle.
I would like very much to be eaten by a mountain lion.
I can think of nothing else to do, so I close my eyes, lay my head in the dirt, and wish for death.
Then something nudges my shoe.
I ignore it.
No. I’m dead. Death has become me.
Someone is here. Great.
I open one eye in a squint. A man stands over me like a bronzed god, wearing a backpack, a neckerchief, and hiking boots. And nothing else.
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Just leave a comment below (tell us your craziest/funniest/most embarrassing/or most romantic “meet cute”), and by 10pm EST, Sunday January 22nd 2023, I will randomly select one lucky commenter as the winner.
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JJ Knight is the USA Today and Amazon Top 100 bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic comedy including Single Dad on Top, Tasty Mango, and Big Pickle.