Thursday, April 30, 2020

Sneak Peek: Unforgettable by Melanie Harlow

Wicked fastball. Killer instinct. Cocky grin. Full package.

Unforgettable, an all-new not-to-be-missed second chance romance from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow, is releasing May 4th and we have a flirty sneak peek!

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Want another bite?” Then she started to laugh. “I know how much you like local cherries.”
Tipping back my beer, I narrowed my eyes at her, then set the bottle down with a thunk. “What is that supposed to mean?”
She shrugged. “You liked mine, didn’t you?”
“What?” 
April laughed even harder and sucked on the spoon.
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute.” I sat up straight and blinked at her. “Are you serious? You were a virgin that night?”

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Synopsis
Back then, I had it all.
Wicked fastball. Killer instinct. Cocky grin. Full package.
(And believe me, I knew how to score.)
My senior year, I was a first round draft pick with a two-million-dollar signing bonus. Before I could even legally buy myself a beer, I made my Major League debut.
Point is, I was invincible.
Until one day I wasn’t.
After tanking my career—during the World Series, no less—the last thing I want to do is return to my hometown, where every jerk in a ball cap has an opinion about what went wrong with my arm. So when my sister drags me back to town for her wedding, I vow to get in and out of there as quickly as possible.
Then I run into April Sawyer.
In high school we were just friends, but I’d always wanted her, and I’d never forgotten her—the red hair, the incredible smile, the crazy, reckless thing we did in the back of my truck the night we said goodbye. It’s been eighteen years, but one look at her and I feel like my old self again. I can still make her laugh, she can still take me down a notch, and when the chemistry between us explodes, it’s even hotter this time around—and I don’t want it to end.
But just when I think I’m ready to let go of the past and get back in the game, life throws me a curveball I never saw coming.
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About Melanie USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like Schitt’s Creek, Homeland, and Fleabag. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak. Melanie is the author of the CLOVERLEIGH FARMS series, the ONE & ONLY series, AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.
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Teaser Reveal: ACER by A.M. Hargrove

   


ACER by A.M. Hargrove  
Release Date: May 21st    


   


Blurb:

Little did I know the one-time-job I’d taken would plunge me into a world filled with mob ties and illegal activities or bring me face to face with the woman of my dreams. Isla Chambers was a blinding vision wrapped in Kevlar and topped in a baseball cap with FBI stitched on it. With the sexy Isla working by my side, I gladly offered my assistance as the FBI’s only tether in uncovering this operation. Besides, this could launch my career even further so refusing wasn’t an option. The risk seemed small … or so I thought. Not only did it expose Isla to danger, it also placed a huge target on my back. It wasn’t long before I was drowning in unimaginable darkness. How could a world so cruel and inhumane exist? Days and nights merged until I was nothing but broken fragments. The beautiful face that had brought me so much joy, was stolen from memory as I surrendered to the blackness now ruling my soul. That carefree, innocent young man was beaten out of existence. In his place, only an empty shell remained. Until the day Isla walked back into my crumbling reality. Was I too lost for that dream to live on? If she still wanted me, I knew one thing. I wasn’t worthy of her purity anymore.

     

About the Author: One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So she made a quick decision to quit her job and reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author. Reader, Writer, #WalterThePuppy Owner, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Vodka Aficionado, Coffee Drinker, she believes coffee and ice cream should be added as part of the USDA food groups.

   

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Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Cover Reveal: THE MODERN GENTLEMAN by Meghan Quinn

   

THE MODERN GENTLEMAN by Meghan Quinn 
Release Date: May 14th  
Genre: Contemporary Romance    

     

Blurb: 

Have you ever hit rock bottom? I embarrassingly have. It’s why I’m wearing my girl's decorative scarf over my head, clutching her lady drink to my chest, and singing ever so softly to Joni Mitchell while swaying back and forth. This is what therapists refer to as LOSING IT. Oldest story in the book: boy meets girl, boy falls for girl, boy screws up MASSIVELY, girl tells boy to suffocate in the fruits of his very own unborn children. Heard it before? I'm sure you have. So what's so different about this story? Well, it's about me, The Modern Gentleman, New York City's top advice columnist, and my rather ungraceful downfall from my pristinely polished pedestal It's about a girl I met who threw all my proven theories to the wind and left me awkward, needy, and absolutely head-over-wingtipped shoes in love. This is a story about June Lacy and how she single-handedly dismantled The Modern Gentleman.

        


About the Author: USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.    

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Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Release Day Blitz: RAFE by Sawyer Bennett

We are beyond excited to be sharing this release from Sawyer Bennett with you today! RAFE is part of her Arizona Vengeance series and it is releasing as part of 1001 Dark Nights. It just went live today! Check out an excerpt and book trailer from the title below. Click here to grab your copy now.

 

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About RAFE:

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sawyer Bennett comes a new story in her Arizona Vengeance series… I was living my dream until one phone call changed everything. As the second line center for the Arizona Vengeance, my mind has been on one thing—helping my team bring home a championship. But that all changed when I found out my dad had cancer and only months to live. In that moment, nothing mattered more than getting home to North Carolina to be by his side. That meant asking for the unthinkable—a trade to the Carolina Cold Fury. Now I’m home and when I’m not on the ice with my new team, I’m helping care for my dad. And in the midst of my grief, I find comfort from the one person I never expected. Calliope Ramirez stole my heart at a very young age. The beautiful, smart, headstrong girl next door, she was my first… everything. She has never forgiven me for leaving her, believing that I chose hockey over a future together. What she doesn’t understand is that every decision I made was for her, and I’ve never given up hope that one day we’d be together again. Watching my dad slip away is a harsh reminder of how short life can be, and having Calliope by my side makes me realize I was a damn fool before. That changes starting right now. Calliope Ramirez is mine and I’m not going to waste the second chance that I’ve been given.

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Excerpt:

“You look like a fairy sea princess,” I tell her truthfully.
She blinks, waterdrops fall.
I can’t help it... I start laughing.
Immediately, I snap my mouth shut and bite down hard on my tongue. “I’m sorry.”
Calliope blinks again and then her lips part.
I snicker.
Then snort.
Her beautiful eyes narrow on me, and the next thing I know, she’s sending a wave of nasty pond water right at me. It catches me full in the face, hits the back of my throat, and I choke on it. I deserve it.
When I clear my eyes, Calliope is bent over, laughing hysterically, her shoulder dipping down into the water. The sound of her lilting voice is music to my ears, and I don’t want it to stop.
So what’s a guy to do?
I splash a wall of water back at her. She sputters and looks stunned for only a moment before her palms slap at the pond’s surface, and I’m caught full in the face again.
Then it’s on.
We both go at each other, laughing and splashing. Calliope comes up to her knees. She wobbles in the sucking mud but gets better leverage on me. I’m entirely doused by wave after wave. I hold up my arms, trying to protect myself, and suddenly realize I need to go more on the offensive.
I lurch up, lunge at her, and grab her wrists to stop the inundation. She’s laughing so hard she barely has any strength left to fight against me. Her face is flushed despite the chill, and I can’t fucking help myself.
I crash my mouth down on hers, feel her freeze in shock for a moment, and then gobble down the sultry groan that warbles out of her. It heats me to my bones, and then we’re clawing at each other.
Grabbing, fisting clothing, attacking each other with our mouths. My hands make their way back to her face, intent on holding her still so I can consume everything she has to offer.
The kiss is atomic, off-the-charts hot, and filled with so much emotion I don’t know whether she’s coming at me with hate or something else.
Doesn’t matter.
I’m not stopping.
Then something comes over me...a calm that feels like a steadying hand. I slow myself, make an exploring and leisurely swipe of my tongue against hers, and she melts into my body. An arm around her waist, I pull both of us to a standing position, the water lapping at my lower legs. I haul her into me and kiss her with all the regret I’ve been carrying around in my soul for years—a sincere apology.

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“Each time I read a new book in this series, I have a new favourite, they just keep getting better and better. This was an entertaining read that I thoroughly enjoyed.” ~ Erin, MI Bookshelf
"Is it weird that I want to give this book a standing ovation? It was just...so perfectly done. So beautifully written and so emotionally fulfilling. It was absolutely everything I was hoping for and my heart is overflowing with feels." ~ Shelly, Bookgasms Book Blog
"This series is by far eclipsing any other I have read by this author. This is the story of Dax and Regan. Brother's best friend, friends to lovers, hockey romance, and just a great read about two people who deserve to be happy together. " ~ Suzi, Obsessive Reading Disorder
“The writing was observantly insightful and sneakily emotive. . . . The storylines were briskly paced, well plotted, written with my favorite dual POV, and kept me continually entertained with a pleasantly engaging romance while also tickling my curiosity as I waited for the looming threat to arise.”—Books and Bindings
“Add together an incredibly sexy story and a swoon-worthy hero with the intensity of a hockey player and you have an absolute winner. Sawyer Bennett has long been an instant one-click author for me, and Erik’s story is a fantastic addition to the Arizona Vengeance series.”—Stacey Lynn, author of Knocked Up
“Forbidden fruit always tastes better! With the kick off of a new hockey series, Sawyer Bennett introduces us to the Arizona Vengeance team and brings us Bishop’s story. The characters are quick to grab attention, and keep us entertained throughout.”—Thoughts of a Blonde


   


 

About SAWYER BENNETT:

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Off Sides, in January 2013, Sawyer Bennett has released multiple books, many of which have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists. A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone. Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both. Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.    

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Friday, April 24, 2020

Cover Reveal: THE HUNTER by L.J. Shen

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Boston’s debauched elite is going up in flames, and it’s the Fitzpatrick family that set it on fire.

The Hunter, an all-new dazzling and delicious contemporary romance from USA Today bestselling author L.J. Shen is coming May 11th and we have the stunning cover!

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Hunter
I didn’t mean to star in a sex tape, okay?
It was just one of those unexplainable things. Like Stonehenge, Police Academy 2, and morning glory clouds.
It just happened.
Now my ball-busting father is sentencing me to six months of celibacy, sobriety, and morbid boredom under the roof of Boston’s nerdiest girl alive, Sailor Brennan.
The virginal archer is supposed to babysit my ass while I learn to take my place in Royal Pipelines, my family’s oil company.
Little does she know, that’s not the only pipe I’ll be laying…

Sailor
I didn’t want this gig, okay?
But the deal was too sweet to walk away from.
I needed the public endorsement; Hunter needed a nanny.
Besides, what’s six months in the grand scheme of things?
It’s not like I’m in danger of falling in love with the appallingly gorgeous, charismatic gazillionaire who happens to be one of Boston’s most eligible bachelors.
No. I will remain immune to Hunter Fitzpatrick’s charm.
Even at the cost of losing everything I have.
Even at the cost of burning down his kingdom. 

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LJShenAbout LJ Shen L.J. Shen is a USA Today, Washington Post and Amazon #1 best-selling author of contemporary, New Adult and YA romance. Her books have been sold to twenty different countries. She lives in California with her husband, son, cat and eccentric fashion choices, and enjoys good wine, bad reality TV shows and catching sun rays with her lazy cat.
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Cover Reveal and Giveaway ($25 Amazon gift card): STONE by Kelly Gendron




Title: STONE
Series: Daring the Kane Brothers #5
Standalone Series
Author: Kelly Gendron
Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Kelly Gendron
Photo: Wander Aguiar
Model: Zach Atland
Release Date: June 1, 2020



Blurb

She’s waited a long time to confront me, and after one red-hot kiss, I wonder what’s going to happen when she realizes she can’t have what she wants

JAGGS showed up about a year ago. She’s feisty and difficult to ignore. She befriended my brother, and my family loves her. But the sexy spitfire hates me. She thinks I don’t know why she wants to destroy me or why she appeared out of nowhere, but I do

With his dark amber eyes and smooth whiskey voice, this drug-fueled rock star has somehow become my addiction

So what if he has a black belt in playing guitar, if he’s an Army vet who can deactivate bombs, or that he bubbles over with hotness? He’s the man who ruined my life, and no matter how tempting STONE KANE might be, I plan to crush him.







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"Bad boys, give 'em a little time and experience, and they will evolve into misbehaving men!"

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Thursday, April 23, 2020

COVER REVEAL: Acer by A.M. Hargrove

   

ACER by A.M. Hargrove  
Release Date: May 21st    


   

Blurb:

Little did I know the one-time-job I’d taken would plunge me into a world filled with mob ties and illegal activities or bring me face to face with the woman of my dreams. Isla Chambers was a blinding vision wrapped in Kevlar and topped in a baseball cap with FBI stitched on it. With the sexy Isla working by my side, I gladly offered my assistance as the FBI’s only tether in uncovering this operation. Besides, this could launch my career even further so refusing wasn’t an option. The risk seemed small … or so I thought. Not only did it expose Isla to danger, it also placed a huge target on my back. It wasn’t long before I was drowning in unimaginable darkness. How could a world so cruel and inhumane exist? Days and nights merged until I was nothing but broken fragments. The beautiful face that had brought me so much joy, was stolen from memory as I surrendered to the blackness now ruling my soul. That carefree, innocent young man was beaten out of existence. In his place, only an empty shell remained. Until the day Isla walked back into my crumbling reality. Was I too lost for that dream to live on? If she still wanted me, I knew one thing. I wasn’t worthy of her purity
anymore.


     



 About the Author: One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So she made a quick decision to quit her job and reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author. Reader, Writer, #WalterThePuppy Owner, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Vodka Aficionado, Coffee Drinker, she believes coffee and ice cream should be added as part of the USDA food groups.

   

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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Excerpt Reveal: My Favorite Souvenir by Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland



MY FAVORITE SOUVENIR
Release date: 4/27/2020
A Contemporary Romance Novel
New York Times Bestselling Authors Penelope Ward & Vi Keeland
EXCERPT REVEAL:

“Good afternoon. You’ve reached the Four Seasons Resort, Vail, Colorado. How
may I direct your call?”
I took a deep breath. “Hi. I checked out early this morning. My reservation was
for ten days, but I only wound up staying two nights. Is there any chance you might still
have my room available? Or any room, for that matter? My flight was canceled because
of the storm.”
“Let me take a look. What’s your last name?”
“Appleton.” I shook my head. “Actually, the reservation was under Ellis. My
fiancé’s last name.” Or ex-fiancé. But I’d let her call me Mrs. Ellis at this point if it
meant I could have a place to sleep tonight.
“Give me one moment and I’ll check.”
“Thank you.”
I sat down in the lobby of the Best Western, the third hotel I’d been to in the last
two hours. It was dumb of me to check out this morning. Though, at least I was
consistent. After making the bad decision to go on my previously planned honeymoon
alone, I’d brilliantly decided to check out only two days into the trip…without looking at
the weather report for Vail. When I arrived at the airport, I had no idea that a blizzard was
on the way. But the airline had assured me my flight was still scheduled as planned. And
they’d kept their word right up until five minutes before we were supposed to board,
when they announced a two-hour delay. Two hours turned into three, and three turned
into five, and when we hit six hours of sitting on uncomfortable plastic seats outside the
gate, they finally admitted it wasn’t going to happen. Every other flight had been
canceled by then. And now, every hotel seemed to be full.
“Hi, Mrs. Ellis?”
I cringed at being called that, but answered anyway. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry. After you checked out, your room was rebooked. We’re actually sold
out for the night because of the storm.”
I sighed. Of course you are. “Okay. Thank you.”
This was just my luck lately. I called four more hotels, until one said they might
have a few rooms available. Apparently they had guests that hadn’t checked in yet and
were in the process of making calls to confirm whether they would still be arriving today.
Rooms would be freed up on a first-come, first-served basis. So I decided to take a
chance and head on over. It was already seven o’clock at night, and there was no point in
sitting here anymore. Surprisingly, Uber was still running, even though the airport had
called it quits hours ago.
Out front, the snow was coming down hard. A giant SUV with snow chains on the
tires pulled up in front of the door. I couldn’t check the license plate or get a look at the
make and model of the vehicle since it was covered in snow, so I walked over to the car
and motioned for the driver to roll down the window.
“Are you Hazel?” the older woman behind the wheel asked.
I smiled. “Yes.”
“Heading over to the Snow Eagle Lodge?”
“Yes, please.”
Even though the next hotel was only two miles away, it took fifteen minutes to get
there. By the time we pulled up, the conditions were almost white-out. It couldn’t be safe
driving in this anymore.
“God, it’s really terrible out here,” I said as I pulled up the hood of my jacket. “Be
careful driving tonight.”
“Oh, I will, honey. The next place I’m driving is home. I only picked you up
because you were on my way. Good thing you’re at your hotel now. No one is going to
be on the roads tonight anymore.”
Great. This place really better have a room for me.
As I climbed out of the SUV, a gust of snow smacked me in the face, despite the
fact that we were parked under the building’s overhang. The wind made it look like
someone had shaken a snow globe, hard. Inside the hotel, I wiped flakes from my
eyelashes and glanced around the lobby.
Oh no.
This didn’t look good. A line of at least thirty or forty people snaked five rows
deep, waiting to get to the reception desk. I sighed and wheeled my luggage to behind the
last person. More than half an hour later, I finally reached the front.
“Hi. I called earlier, and the person I spoke to said some rooms might become
available, that you were going to contact guests who hadn’t showed and see if they were
still coming?”
The woman nodded with a frown. “Yeah. I can put you on our waitlist. But we’re
still making calls, and to be honest, it’s not looking too good.”
My shoulders slumped. “Okay. Well, I guess please add me to your wait list.”
The woman lifted a clipboard and set it down on the counter. She thumbed
through a few pages and turned it to face me, pointing at the next available line, which
was two from the bottom of the page. “Just add your name and cell phone number.”
I scribbled both and let the pages above the one I’d been writing on fan back into
place. Noticing the sheet at the top looked just like the one I’d signed, five or six pages
down, I glanced through all the papers. There had to be at least a hundred names and
telephone numbers.
“Are these all on your waiting list?”
The hotel clerk nodded.
“How many people haven’t checked in?”
“I think about a dozen.”
Oh God. This really wasn’t good. But maybe people had just added their names
and left, like in a packed restaurant. Maybe the bulk of people ahead of me on the list had
found other hotels.
Turning around, whatever hope I’d talked myself into immediately deflated.
Every seat in the lobby area behind me was taken. Some were even sitting on the floor,
leaning against their luggage. With very few options, I wandered over and found an
empty space on a carpeted area of the floor, not too far from the concierge desk. Though I
knew it was futile, I took out my iPad and continued to search for a hotel with
availability. Even if I found one, getting there would be a miracle on its own at this point.
The nearby concierge desk had been empty while I scrolled and made calls, but
now two women walked over. One I recognized as the manager, since I’d spent a half
hour staring at the people behind the front desk while I’d waited in line. The other had on
a nametag and held a clipboard. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on their conversation from
where I sat.
“These seven we still haven’t reached,” the manager said. “All of the other rooms
have been checked in, or we’ve reallocated them to people from the waiting list.”
The employee flipped through the pages and looked around the full hotel lobby.
“Jeez. And this storm is supposed to stick around for days.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a guy standing on the other side of the
concierge desk. His back was to the ladies talking, but he craned his neck, and I thought
he, too, might be eavesdropping. Figuring he was probably just as bored as me, I went
back to my iPad search—until a few minutes later when I noticed him scribbling
something with a pen on the inside of his hand.
What the hell is he doing?
He wrote for a few seconds and then seemed to go back to eavesdropping. The
manager had walked away, leaving the employee to make her phone calls. She hung up
from one call and dialed again.
“Hi. This is Catherine from the Snow Eagle Lodge. I’m trying to reach Milo or
Madeline Hooker.”
The minute she said the names, the eavesdropper scribbled on his hand again.
Catherine continued leaving her message. “I just wanted to confirm whether
you’d still be arriving this evening. Your reservation is guaranteed, so we’ll hold it as
long as you need. However, if the storm has perhaps caused a change in your travel plans,
we do have a long wait list of guests who could use the two rooms you have booked. My
number here is 970-555-4000, if you could please return my call at your earliest
convenience. Thank you.”
The same thing went on with the next two calls. Catherine left a message and the
eavesdropper scribbled. Curious about what he was up to, I kept my eye on him. After the
hotel clerk finished making her calls, she went back to the front desk. Eavesdropper
picked up his backpack and casually strolled down a nearby hallway. I leaned to watch
where he was going, and he eventually pulled up his hood and exited out a side door I
hadn’t even noticed was there.
I thought it was odd, but I figured the show was over.
But a few minutes later, a guy with the same ski jacket walked through the front
lobby door. He pulled his hood down, and I got a look at his face for the very first time.
Damn, he was handsome. Medium brown hair that was kind of shaggy and
needed a cut, full lips, hazel eyes, and tanned skin. His warm skin tone really stood out
against the pasty color of most people in Colorado this time of the year, including me. It
was a shame I loathed men right now, because he was seriously gorgeous. He dusted
some of the snow from the shoulders of his jacket and went to wait in line. It was much
shorter now, with only two men in front of him, mostly because people weren’t braving
the storm anymore. I had no idea what possessed me to do it, but I decided to get up and
wait behind the guy. Maybe I was imagining things to keep myself entertained, but I had
the distinct feeling he was up to something.
When it was his turn at the front desk, I moved as close as I could to listen
without seeming like a stalker.
“Hi. I’m checking in,” the man said.
“Great. What’s your last name, sir?”
He cleared his throat. “Hooker. Milo Hooker.”
I squinted. The guy was totally full of shit. I knew it!
The unsuspecting hotel clerk punched a bunch of keys on her keyboard and
smiled. “I have your reservation right here. Two rooms for two nights, breakfast
included. Is that right?”
“Uhhh…” The guy nodded. “Yeah. I booked two rooms. But it turns out I’m only
going to need the one.” He looked over his shoulder. “Looks like you won’t have a
problem filling the other one, though.”
She smiled. “No, we definitely won’t. I’ll just need a credit card and a picture ID
please, Mr. Hooker.”
I waited. This was the moment of truth. If he wasn’t actually Milo Hooker, he was
going to have to make up some excuse.
The guy reached into his front pocket like he was going to pull out his wallet. For
a second, I thought I might’ve been wrong, but then he pulled out a wad of cash.
“I lost my wallet on the slopes today. Luckily, I had some cash sent over through
Western Union before the storm got too bad. Can I just pay cash?”
The young woman hesitated. “You don’t have any ID at all? I’m not supposed to
check people in without photo identification.”
Fake Milo poured on the charm. He leaned forward and showed off a set of
cavernous dimples. “We could take a selfie together?”
The woman giggled. She actually giggled. “Let me just check with my manager.”
She disappeared into the back and returned with the manager a few minutes later.
A crazy idea popped into my head. She said there were two rooms… I made a
spur-of-the-moment decision and approached the counter.
“There you are, Milo.” I rested my hand on the guy’s shoulder. “My flight was
canceled. I hope they still have our rooms.”
Fake Milo turned and looked at me with his brows furrowed.
He was going to blow it if I didn’t do something, so I turned my attention to the
two hotel employees. “My brother and I booked rooms here for two nights, but I was
trying to get out before the storm. Obviously I had no luck. I spent the entire day in the
airport. Please tell me you still have my room? I’m dying for a hot bath.”
Milo looked at me, then the hotel employees, then back at me. I smiled and arched
a brow. For a second, I almost felt bad for the guy. He looked so bewildered. Since he
still seemed to be at a loss for words, I figured I should continue talking. “We went
skiing early this morning and had our backpacks stolen. Between that and the storm
coming, I figured it was a sign that I should get back home early. Apparently Mother
Nature had other plans. We should have two rooms—Milo and Madeline Hooker.
Someone actually just left me a message on my cell asking us to confirm. Her name was
Catherine, I believe.”
The desk clerk nodded. “That was me. The storm has a lot of people stranded here
unexpectedly without rooms, so we were checking in with guests that hadn’t arrived yet.”
The manager looked back and forth between Fake Milo and me. “We’ll have to
take a hundred-dollar deposit for incidentals on each room since you don’t have a credit
card.”
I smiled. “Of course.”
She nodded to her employee. “Check them in. It’s fine.”
The man next to me still had his mouth hanging open. So I dug into my purse,
being careful not to show my wallet, which was supposed to have been stolen, and
scooped out all of the cash.
“How much are the rooms?” I asked the clerk.
“Let’s see. With tax, they come to three-hundred-and-forty-two dollars each, for
the two nights, and then we have to collect the hundred-dollar deposit.”
I didn’t think I had that much cash. I counted the money in my hand and slid
it over in front of Fake Milo. “Can you spot me forty dollars? You know I’m good for it,
bro.”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.”
After we paid and got the room keys, we walked side by side to the elevator bank
in silence. It wasn’t until we were alone and the elevator doors slid shut that Milo turned
to me. “What the hell just happened?”
I laughed. “We just got rooms, that’s what happened.”
He shook his head. “But who are you?”
“I noticed you standing near the concierge desk and eavesdropping while she
called the guests who hadn’t arrived yet.” I reached forward and took the man’s hand,
opening it to display blue ink. “You wrote down the names of the guests. I thought it was
odd, so I followed you to the front desk to see what you were up to. When you made up
that bogus story about losing your wallet so you could justify not having any ID, I knew
you were full of shit.” I shrugged. “When the woman said there were two rooms on the
reservation, I saw an opening and took it.”
“How did you know I’d go along with it?”
I smiled. “I didn’t. But that’s what made it so much fun!” I covered my chest with
my hand. “My heart feels like it’s trying to ricochet out of my ribcage at this moment. It’s
been a long time since I did anything risky like that.”
His eyes roamed my face. I got the feeling he still wasn’t sure what to make of
me, even though I’d just explained what I’d done. He looked down at my lips, which
were still curved in an excited smile.
“Why is that?”
My forehead wrinkled. “Why is what?”
“Why’s it been a long time since you’ve done anything risky? It looks to me like
you enjoyed it.”
I blinked a few times, not having expected a question that would tug at my
heartstrings, and my smile fell. “I don’t know. I guess I kind of turned into a different
person over the last few years.”
Fake Milo’s eyes locked with mine. We’d gone from pulling off a crazy stunt and
laughing, to an odd seriousness. His eyes flickered to my lips and back once again.
“That’s a shame. You have a great smile.”
Warmth spread through me, and I couldn’t seem to unlock my eyes from the
stranger’s—at least until the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the third floor.
“This is us,” he said. “Rooms 320 and 321.”
“Oh. Right. Okay.” I stepped out and followed the signs to our rooms. Since we
were, of course, family, they’d put us right next to each other. We stood a few feet apart
as we opened our respective doors. As my lock unlatched and I turned the handle to go
inside, something dawned on me.
“I almost forgot! I owe you forty dollars for the room.”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”
“No, don’t be silly. I just didn’t have enough cash and didn’t want to hand the
woman a credit card when we weren’t supposed to have ID. I’ll just throw my bag in the
room and go downstairs to find an ATM. They must have one somewhere.”
“I thought you couldn’t wait to take a hot bath, or was that part of the act?”
I laughed. “No, it actually wasn’t. I wasn’t lying when I said I spent the entire day
at the airport. A hot bath sounds pretty amazing right about now. But I can grab your cash
first. It won’t take me long.”
Fake Milo scratched at the stubble on his chin. “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to
take a quick shower and then go downstairs to the bar for a drink. Take your bath. You
can find me there afterward to give me the money.”
“Okay.”
We looked at each other for a moment.
“Alright, well, enjoy your soak, sis.”
I smiled. “Thanks, Milo. I’ll see you later.”

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My planned trip for two unexpectedly turned into a trip for one. Rather than let
my breakup get me down, I packed my bags and decided a week at a luxury
resort was just what I needed.
But one calamity after the next, and suddenly I was stuck without a hotel room,
along with a few hundred other people.
It looked like my fancy vacation was about to turn into me sleeping on the hotel
lobby floor.
Until I overheard a gorgeous man pretending to be someone he wasn’t in order
to steal a reservation from a guest who hadn’t shown up yet.
When I realized there were two rooms, instead of calling him out, I pretended to
be his sister. That’s how the story of “Milo and Maddie Hooker” began.
We were the Hookers.
My depressing trip quickly made a U-turn into an adventure.
My fake brother spent the next few days showing me around his hometown.
When it was time to leave, neither of us really wanted to go yet.
So, instead of flying back to our respective homes, we ventured on a road trip.
At every stop, we’d pick up souvenirs.
But as hot as our chemistry was, we never crossed the line.
Milo knew I’d just come out of a tough relationship and didn’t want to mess with
a vulnerable woman.
So instead, at the end of our trip, we made a pact to meet again in three
months.
It was always my intention to meet him.
But when I got back home, reality hit in a big way.
And I worried I may have lost my handsome stranger forever.
Was there a place for him in my future?
Or had the memory of him just become my favorite souvenir?

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