New York Times bestselling author Ruthie Knox writes contemporary romance that's Her debut novel, Ride with Me, is probably the only existing cross-country . Editorial Reviews. Review. "Laugh-out-loud funny. A charming mixture of sarcastic banter, Ride with Me: A Novel - Kindle edition by Ruthie Knox. Download it. Feb 13, In this fun, scorching-hot eBook original romance by RITA finalist and New York Times bestselling author Ruthie Knox, a cross-country bike.
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So Ellen took it personally when Weasel Face stepped on it. Possibly a bit too personally. Swept up in a delicious tide of righteousness, she crossed the lawn and upended her glass of iced tea over the back of his head.
It felt good. It felt great, actually-the coiled-spring snap of temper, the clean confidence that came with striking a blow for justice. For the few seconds it lasted, she basked in it. It was such an improvement over standing around.
One more confirmation that powerlessness was for suckers. But then it was over, and she wondered why she'd wasted the tea, because Weasel Face didn't so much as flinch. Seemingly unbothered by the dunking, the ice cubes, or the sludgy sugar on the back of his neck, he aimed his camera at Carly's house and held down the shutter release, capturing photo after photo as an SUV rolled to a stop in the neighboring driveway.
His only response was to reach up, adjust his lens, and carry on. Now what? Assault-by-beverage was unfamiliar territory for her. Usually, she stuck with verbal attack. Always, the people she engaged in battle acknowledged her presence on the field. How infuriating to be ignored by the enemy. The man had already been kicked off her property once this week.
He didn't deserve scrupulous honesty. He didn't even deserve the tea. I'll have these pictures sold before the cops get here. You'll rot in that jail cell for days before I'm done with you.
Not the kind of behavior she approved of, but what was she supposed to do? It was already too late to give up. If she stopped pushing, he would win. A tall man stepped out of the SUV. One of her cedar trees partially blocked the view, but she caught a glimpse of mirrored sunglasses and broad shoulders.
The stranger at Carly's must have heard the escalating argument, because he turned to face them. Ellen's uninvited guest made an ugly, excited noise low in his throat, edged forward, and smashed a lungwort plant that had been doing really well this year.
Ellen considered kicking him in the shin, but she hadn't remembered to put shoes on before she rushed out of the house. She settled for a juvenile trick, walking around behind him and sinking her kneecaps into the back of his legs. His knees buckled, and he lost his balance and staggered forward a few paces, destroying a bleeding-heart bush. Then he shot her an evil glare and went right back to taking pictures.
By the time the SUV driver reached her property line, she recognized him. In a village as small as Camelot, you got to know who everybody was eventually. This guy hadn't been around long, maybe a few months. She'd seen him at the deli at lunchtime, always dressed for the office. Today, he wore a white dress shirt with charcoal slacks, and he looked crisp despite the damp July heat.
One time, she'd been chasing after Henry at the Village Market, and she'd turned a corner and almost walked right into this man. They'd done a shuffling sort of dance, trying to evade each other, and for a few seconds, she hadn't had a single thought in her head except Whoa.
Big guy. Very whoa, if you went for that kind of thing. The two invaders assessed each other for a few beats before whoa took off his sunglasses and tucked them into his pocket. He stepped around the obstructive cedar tree and extended his hand to Ellen.
Caleb Clark. He could be anybody, here for any reason, but a zingy little pulse low in her belly declared that the cavalry had arrived, and the cavalry was really something.
It annoyed her-one more primitive, irrational feeling to cope with on top of all the others. Caleb pumped her arm up and down once, a strangely formal ritual. He didn't let go of her hand. A mischievous smile crept over his lips. Caleb looked down at his wingtips. I also have the good sense not to step on your plants. She pulled her fingers from Caleb's grip so she could cover her face. It was hard to be menacing while cowering, but facelessness was her best shot at spoiling the photos.
She didn't want to see herself on the news tonight wearing this particular outfit. When she peeked at him from behind her hand, he wasn't even looking at Weasel Face. He was watching her. His lips had settled into a confident smirk that established a confederacy between the two of them she hadn't expected.
She wanted to laugh, except ,,, well, she didn't. It felt good to be part of his team. Theirs was a temporary, knocked-together army of two, but still, he was driving the bad guy away, and his conspiratorial expression gave her a giddy thrill. Which made her wonder if she was entirely in her right mind. The photographer looked from Caleb to Ellen, then back at Caleb.
Outnumbered and outgunned, he shrugged. Caleb reached out and grabbed his arm. Caleb's hand tightened. Weasel Face gave a reluctant nod, pulled himself free, and extracted the card from his camera. Caleb put it in his pocket.
I saw your car on the street. I'll run the plates. If I see you in Camelot again, I'm going to make you sorry. And if you step on any more of Ms.
Callahan's plants on your way out, she's going to make you sorry. Who was Caleb Clark, exactly? The characters were well thought out and they had depth. I wasn't particularly fond of Tom in the beginning.
He seemed like a real jerk. Lexie seemed like she had a stick stuck up her butt in the beginning as well. I couldn't figure out how these two would ever be able to find any common ground to begin building a relationship. I read the blurb and thought it would be an easy book and it was.
I liked the plot. I haven't ever read a book about a cross country trip on a bicycle so it was different. It was easy to get caught up in the characters. They had me laughing quite a bit. Overall it was a light, fluffy, feel good read.
The only real problem I had with the book was the ending. I was trucking along and then bam it was over. I literally sat down to finish it up thinking I was a little ways from being done, maybe a couple of chapters. I turned the page and it was over. I didn't feel like everything was wrapped up in the end.
It just ended very abruptly I'm giving it 3. I'm also doing this because of the ending. I would have liked more. I definitely felt like it could have used an epilogue. If you're looking for a short, sweet, easy read this is the book for you.
Tom is a 35 year old man who is tattooed, anti-social, unfriendly and has the attitude and temperament of a Pit Bull. He works in a bicycle shop but at one time was VP of his family's company. He was married and had the perfect life but because of circumstances lost everything He's a loner and likes it that way. I'm the serial killer.
She is very Type A. She likes things in order and always has a plan. She isn't go with the flow and she tends to get angry when things don't go her way. She's one of the most stubborn characters I've ever read. She's a high school English teacher with 2 failed engagements under he belt.
Lexie needs a partner to travel miles with while she bikes across the country. Tom's sister sets him up with her thinking she's a guy. They meet for the first time at the beginning of the trail. He's isn't pleased to have a partner but especially when he realizes that she's a woman.
The initial plan is to stay with her until she can find someone else. He isn't friendly to her at all and she invents a husband to keep him from thinking she wants to sleep with him. They begin the trail and literally don't speak for 3 days There's a hot sauce incident at a restaurant that gets them finally talking and from that point on he tries to play nice with her.
Things are running smoothly for the most part. They ride until early afternoon, sometimes talking sometimes not. They pitch their tents next to each other at whatever campground they stay at over night.
She's insanely attracted to him and he wants her so bad he can't see straight. They keep their distance until her water bag leaks all in her tent in the middle of the night soaking everything, including her, inside. She ends up sleeping in his tent and they get close with him kissing on her neck until her remembers she's married. After the tent issue he returns to being what she calls "angry Tom" and begins looking for someone to take his place on the trail. It's find someone or he's afraid he's gonna do something stupid like sleep with a married woman.
They end up riding with a guy named Paul. He's older and not in the best of shape. Tom doesn't like him and he bores Lexie to tears. Tom makes arrangements to let Paul take over.
When she realizes what he's done they end up fighting and she kisses him. Things get out of hand between them but he stops it and then walks away from her.
She's supposed to ride with Paul but leaves him behind and ends up riding with a guy named Lance.