Come As You Are(68)
The abandoned subway stations are real, including the City Hall one, as is the Starry Night locksmith, the Elevator Museum, and the inscriptions on the benches in Central Park, including the ones from Tony and Karen, and Vic and Nancy. The streetlamps are also numbered to help you find your way. Gramercy Park requires a key.
Manhattan is also magical when you fall in love.
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Three brothers, three standalones, three love stories that'll make you laugh, swoon and fan yourself from the heat!
ABOUT PARTTIME LOVER…
I’ll say this about Christian — he made one hell of a first impression. When I first saw the strapping man, he was doing handstands naked on a dock along the canal. His crown jewels were far more entertaining than anything else I’d seen on the boat tour, so I did what any curious woman would do — I took his photo. I might have looked at the shot a few dozen times. Little did I know I’d meet him again, a year later, at a secret garden bar in the heart of the city, where I’d learn that his mind and his mouth were even more captivating. But given the way my heart had been trampled, I wanted only a simple deal — No strings. No expectations.
Our arrangement worked well enough until the day I needed a lot more from him…
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Let me just say, this whole parttime lover thing was her idea. I’d have gone all-in from the start, but hey, when a gorgeous, brilliant woman invites you into her bed, and only her bed…well, I said yes.
But then, one hysterical phone call from my brother later, begging me to find myself a wife so grandfather’s business stays in the family, and I need a promotion with Elise. Turns out a full-time husband suits her needs too, and a temporary marriage of convenience ought to do the trick, until we can simply untie the knot…
As long as no one finds out…
As long as no one gets hurt…
As long as no one falls in love…
But our ending was one I never saw coming.
PARTTIME LOVER will be available everywhere on June 4! Please enjoy this excerpt!
“Why do you want to believe this”—she gestures from me to her—“is fate? Don’t tell me you’re one of those hopeless romantics.”
I laugh unabashedly, tossing back my head. “You say that like it’s the worst thing in the world.”
She lifts her glass, eyes me over the rim. Her tone is serious. “Are you?”
She truly seems to want an honest answer, not a flirty one, so I give her one. “No. I’m a realist, and realism dictates my feelings about relationships and the power of randomness.” Then I toss out one more knot in the fate skein. “I suppose true fate would have been if we were on the same flight back to Paris the next day.”
She laughs lightly, and I get the sense she appreciates that answer a lot. She takes a drink. “That seems highly unlikely.”
I shrug as I swallow some absinthe. “The crazy thing is I actually thought I saw you on the flight back to Paris. I took the mid-morning one the next day.”
Her eyes pop. She emits a small squeak. Her glass starts to slip from her fingers, and I dart to catch it before it falls. My fingers cover hers, and we hold it together. “Judging from your expression, I’m guessing you were indeed on the same flight. Wearing a blue shirt, lounging in first class. With these sexy-as-hell glasses on and your eyes closed.”
She takes a deep breath and is quiet as a cat as she whispers yes. We put down the glass.
“Third time’s a charm, then?”
“Seems it is,” she says, her voice still feathery.
I raise my own glass. “Forgive my manners. We ought to toast.”
“What are we toasting to?” she asks, recovering from her surprise.
I don’t speak right away. Instead, I stare into her rich brown eyes. Wait until I see a spark there. A hint of desire, so I know she feels the chemistry between us. It’s impossible not to feel it. It’s real, it’s crackling, and I’m not letting her get away from me this time.
“To fate.”
She arches a brow, lifting her glass. “To chance.”
We take drinks, then I lean closer as the music pulses louder. “I want to know how that tastes on your lips.”