On deadline for their latest book and out of ideas, Raine suggests (demands) that Blair find a guy and “do some research.” It just so happens that Blair has a guy that’s ready and willing. Declan Bennet has all the qualifications: He’s British, looks fabulous in a suit and gets bonus points for being a single dad. But what started out as a research project quickly turns into something much more. Someone else is writing this love story and Blair has completely lost control. But will Declan still feel the same way when he finds out the truth about Blair and her secret motives?
EXCERPT
“People talk, you know.”“About what?” I asked.
“About two women living together.” Oh for the love of hoop skirts. This again?
“Gran, I don’t really care if people think I’m a lesbian. It’s none of their business,
even if I was. And what if I had a male roommate? What would people say about that?” I
snatched the last cookie from my plate and chomped down on it. The cookies were really
the only things that were pleasant about this experience. The things we do for family and
amazing cookies.
Gran made a strangled noise and I knew I’d gone too far.
“I should probably be going. I have, um, some laundry to do.” It was a terrible
excuse, but I couldn’t tell her that I had smut to write.
I rose from the table as she’d taught me and went to kiss her proffered cheek.
“It was nice to see you, dear. Come and see me next week.”
“Yes, Gran.”
She reached up and held my chin. That woman had a grip like Chuck Norris.
“Behave. And don’t turn down a decent man who asks you on a date. And don’t make
sassy comments. You’re a lady. Act like one.” She patted my cheek and gave me a sweet
smile.
“Yes, Gran,” I repeated and gave her another kiss on her cheek, and a quick hug. Her
shoulders were frail, but she still had perfect posture.
I glanced back at her as I walked through the house to the front door. We always took
our Sunday afternoon tea in the sun room. She sat in her chair, staring out at the view of
her garden, where birds and butterflies flitted about and a squirrel tried to infiltrate the
birdfeeder. Gran lived alone, but I never got the sense that she was lonely. After all, she’d
been married to my grandfather since she was sixteen years old. It might be nice to have
some peace and quiet at this time in her life.
Closing the door softly behind me, I chastised myself for snarking at her. She’d
had her values for much longer than I’d been alive and she sure as hell wasn’t going to
change them now just because I wanted her to.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world’s worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman). She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.Her New Adult Contemporary Romance titles include My Favorite Mistake, which has been bought by Harlequin along with a sequel, Deeper We Fall and Faster We Burn (April 20, 2013)
Her Young Adult books include Nocturnal, Nightmare and Neither, the first three books in The Noctalis Chronicles. The fourth and final book, Neverend will be out in 2013. Whisper, the first in The Whisper Trilogy is also available, with the second book in the series, Silence and the final book, LIsten coming out in 2014.
Website: http://www.chelseamcameron.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/chel_c_cam
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