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3525559Hes a Tall Drink of Waterhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/hes-a-tall-drink-of-water-9781393171522/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3889504/fa533114-b943-4966-8213-1d19232da91c.jpg?v=6383860302267300005858MXNAlexandra HaughtonInStock/Ebooks/<p>"Sure, itll be great, they said. Get out of town, they said. You work too hard. Youll enjoy it, they said, winking and smirking to themselves while my admin was busy cancelling the rest of my meetings. Cool weather. Long walks. Smores."</p><p>They didnt say anything about lying at the bottom of a ravine, coated in mud and talking to myself.</p><p>"Great. Im lying here, coated in mud and talking to myself."</p><p>I tried to sit up, but either Id broken all the bones in my torso or I was tangled up in the brambles. Or undergrowth. Or whatever the heck they called this stinging needle crap out here.</p><p>Moreover, they had the unmitigated gall to call this <em>dump</em> a resort. "The only thing that would get me to come back is if they offered nightly turn down service with someone to read me a dirty bedtime story and let me ride his beard so I could be asleep by nine."</p><p>The brambles-slash-undergrowth-slash-stinging nettles rustled and I wasnt sure if I was praying for it to be a carnivorous animal to put me out of my misery or for it to be what was left of my mental fortitude flying away for greener pastures.</p><p>A figure emerged. I looked up. And up. And up. Until I reached the most masculinely feral grin Id ever seen.</p><p>"I reckon I can be over bout 8:30 for turn down and ride service..."</p><p><em>Hes a Tall Drink of Water</em> can be read as a standalone or with the rest of the <em>Local Honey</em> series, coming soon:</p><p>Book One: <em>Hes a Tall Drink of Water</em></p><p>Book Two: <em>He Really Melts My Butter</em></p><p>Book Three: <em>Shes Cool as a Cucumber</em></p><p>Book Four: <em>She Really Takes the Cake</em></p>...3461923Hes a Tall Drink of Water5858https://www.gandhi.com.mx/hes-a-tall-drink-of-water-9781393171522/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3889504/fa533114-b943-4966-8213-1d19232da91c.jpg?v=638386030226730000InStockMXN99999PR_DIEbook20259781393171522_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9781393171522_<p>"Sure, it'll be great, they said. Get out of town, they said. You work too hard. You'll enjoy it, they said, winking and smirking to themselves while my admin was busy cancelling the rest of my meetings. Cool weather. Long walks. S'mores."</p><p>They didn't say anything about lying at the bottom of a ravine, coated in mud and talking to myself.</p><p>"Great. I'm lying here, coated in mud and talking to myself."</p><p>I tried to sit up, but either I'd broken all the bones in my torso or I was tangled up in the brambles. Or undergrowth. Or whatever the heck they called this stinging needle crap out here.</p><p>Moreover, they had the unmitigated gall to call this <em>dump</em> a resort. "The only thing that would get me to come back is if they offered nightly turn down service with someone to read me a dirty bedtime story and let me ride his beard so I could be asleep by nine."</p><p>The brambles-slash-undergrowth-slash-stinging nettles rustled and I wasn't sure if I was praying for it to be a carnivorous animal to put me out of my misery or for it to be what was left of my mental fortitude flying away for greener pastures.</p><p>A figure emerged. I looked up. And up. And up. Until I reached the most masculinely feral grin I'd ever seen.</p><p>"I reckon I can be over 'bout 8:30 for turn down and ride service..."</p><p><em>He's a Tall Drink of Water</em> can be read as a standalone or with the rest of the <em>Local Honey</em> series, coming soon:</p><p>Book One: <em>He's a Tall Drink of Water</em></p><p>Book Two: <em>He Really Melts My Butter</em></p><p>Book Three: <em>She's Cool as a Cucumber</em></p><p>Book Four: <em>She Really Takes the Cake</em></p>(*_*)9781393171522_<p>"Sure, itll be great, they said. Get out of town, they said. You work too hard. Youll enjoy it, they said, winking and smirking to themselves while my admin was busy cancelling the rest of my meetings. Cool weather. Long walks. Smores."</p><p>They didnt say anything about lying at the bottom of a ravine, coated in mud and talking to myself.</p><p>"Great. Im lying here, coated in mud and talking to myself."</p><p>I tried to sit up, but either Id broken all the bones in my torso or I was tangled up in the brambles. Or undergrowth. Or whatever the heck they called this stinging needle crap out here.</p><p>Moreover, they had the unmitigated gall to call this <em>dump</em> a resort. "The only thing that would get me to come back is if they offered nightly turn down service with someone to read me a dirty bedtime story and let me ride his beard so I could be asleep by nine."</p><p>The brambles-slash-undergrowth-slash-stinging nettles rustled and I wasnt sure if I was praying for it to be a carnivorous animal to put me out of my misery or for it to be what was left of my mental fortitude flying away for greener pastures.</p><p>A figure emerged. I looked up. And up. And up. Until I reached the most masculinely feral grin Id ever seen.</p><p>"I reckon I can be over bout 8:30 for turn down and ride service..."</p><p><em>Hes a Tall Drink of Water</em> can be read as a standalone or with the rest of the <em>Local Honey</em> series, coming soon:</p><p>Book One: <em>Hes a Tall Drink of Water</em></p><p>Book Two: <em>He Really Melts My Butter</em></p><p>Book Three: <em>Shes Cool as a Cucumber</em></p><p>Book Four: <em>She Really Takes the Cake</em></p>...9781393171522_Alexandra Haughtonpreventacfef5bc3-8102-3a24-b875-c52b074b0c8b_9781393171522;9781393171522_9781393171522Alexandra HaughtonInglésMéxico2025-08-08T00:00:00+00:002025-08-08T00:00:00+00:00Alexandra Haughton