Junkyard Dog (White Horse #1) by Bijou Hunter

Junkyard Dog by Bijou Hunter
on March 10, 2016

Angus Hayes is as mean as a junkyard dog. Well, that’s the rumor Candy Wilburn hears before taking the job as his assistant. Hayes doesn’t disappoint. He’s a giant man with a big mouth and a bigger ego. In the town of White Horse, what the gorgeous and dangerous Hayes wants, he gets. Now he wants his sassy assistant.
Candy has no doubt Hayes will make a great lover, but she doesn’t want to be her boss’s booty call. At first anyway. Once he shifts from boss to friend and lover, Candy falls hard. Now she can only hope the filthy-mouthed outsider she loves will open his heart and learn to trust.
Junkyard Dog is a standalone romance with adult language, violence, and sexual situations.

Also by this author: Junkyard Dog

I need to start my thanking my friend, Isabella R. for reading this one first and writing that kind of review that made me instantly pick this book to read too.

That being said, now I just have to gather all my powers to explain why I loved this book so much.
It was the first time for me, falling instantly in love with both main characters.

“I’ve only heard horrible things about Angus Hayes. He’s a ruthless man and all-around terrible person. He’s often compared to a junkyard dog.”

Also the first time when the asshole anti-hero doesn’t infuriate me, but makes me laugh really hard. The more he glared and yelled and cursed, the more he made me love him. I knew he was just a big teddy bear. 🤗

“You don’t have any experience running an office.” “That’s not the most important fact about me.” “What is then?” My brown eyes find his nearly black ones, and I hold his gaze. “I’m excellent at tolerating assholes.” The corners of Hayes’s mouth curve upward. “You suck at interviews.” “You suck at keeping employees.”

The story itself if pretty simple and nothing much happens, but it overcompensates with strong main characters. It’s impossible not to admire their quick-witted banter or laugh at their foul mouth dialogues.

“You’re not any of those fucking people, you dipshit.” “I was going to fuck you right next to where my kids sleep!” I cry, “I never would do that crap, but you make me weak and dumb as fuck.” “Bullshit, idiot.” “Eat shit, asshole.” Hayes narrows his raging eyes. “Why did you kiss me?” “You got that sod for the kids, right?” “No, it’s for my dog,” he lies.

I’ve also figured out the way I want to raise my kids. Candy teaches her kids that usually in the world you have two options: be an asshole or be everyone’s bitch, by becoming a victim. It’s far fetched, and maybe “asshole” isn’t the right word, but I think it’s true.

“My kids need to know they shouldn’t take shit from people they care about. If they do it once, it’ll be easier the second time, and then they’ll get used to doing it. Eventually, they’ll wake up as someone’s bitch.”

Another thing I loved was their no non-sense way of being, which was also reflected in the author’s way of writing. I’ve never seen a marriage proposal like that or that kind of epilogues.

Hayes glares at me. “I apologized.” “Yes, you did, but you didn’t mean it.” “Exactly. That’s why it means so much.” I nearly laugh at his exasperated expression. Instead, I gesture for him to continue. “Explain.” “If I were sorry, it’d be easy to apologize. I did something wrong, and I should apologize. Simple. Except I don’t think I was wrong, yet I’m still apologizing. I’m doing it anyway because your feelings matter more than mine. Doesn’t that make me the fucking nice guy here?”

Right from the first chapters I was so sure these two were made for each other.

“So she’s like a girl version of you.” “Yeah.” “No wonder you love her. You’ve always been arrogant,” he says, winking at me and then sliding out of the cart. “Figures you’d want to marry yourself.”

I need to show you one more thing:

“Sooner or later, this is happening,” he says, studying me. “You best prepare yourself.” “Prepare myself?” I ask, laughing. “Do you mean with yoga or stretching techniques to prepare for your massive… What’s a classy word for penis? Ooh, I know, I’ll call it a super, big humdinger.”

I don’t know if I managed to convince you, but this book is FREE on Amazon, so you have nothing to lose.