The Monkey Jungle — Taylor Ryan

Survival Expert, Garth Morley knows Men are from Mars and women are Venus button-fly traps. But Mary Kathryn is something special.

Excerpt from The Monkey Jungle: “Mary Kathryn, you tossed me to that goat of yours.” Garth accused without heat. “That man-weed eater you have tethered in your little margarita garden,Mary Louise,” he explained calmly in response to her blank expression, which promptly became outraged. “Think about it from my perspective,” he said with an exasperated, hunted look. “Women like her -- crudely put, Mary Kathryn, humping my leg, clinging like fleas on a sorry dog. It's a scary place, your jungle. I became a survival expert. I survived the self induced crash of my marriage into Yang World. Men might be from Mars, but Venus button-fly traps stink for a reason, Mary Kathryn. They emit the most lovely smells to men like me and then consume us alive. I don't -- didn't want to be consumed. It wasn't easy getting out intact. Patty Piranha, Betty Bitter, Needy Nancy. Psycho Susie.”
“You survived sweaty, cheap cotton sheets and a goat? Woe is you! -- don't try coy on me, Morley, it don't fly. You had a great run in the Zipper Kingdom!”
Unbidden laughter burst from him.

Garth has a month to seduce Mary Kathryn, after all, he's sleeping on her couch so she doesn't have that far to walk. Before she takes that step, relatives conspire against them. Garth and Mary Kathryn are forced out of her house in the middle of the night where the local sheriffs deputies get into the action. And then Garth discovers why Mary Kathryn's over-imaginative adult son is desperate to keep them apart...She won a lottery somewhere and her son doesn't know, and thinks she's spending ill-gotten loot...he's trying to protect Garth from the most conniving, charming woman Garth has ever met.