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I could have chosen any seat on the first day of class, but something about Wes said, “I’ll be your college fling,” and, well, I can’t argue with destiny.
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In Our Room is a ~15,000 word prequel short story to the Into You series! This features Wes and Ramona's college years.
I could have chosen any seat on the first day of class, but something about Wes said, “I’ll be your college fling,” and, well, I can’t argue with destiny.
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In Our Room is a ~15,000 word prequel short story to the Into You series! This features Wes and Ramona's college years.
Word of advice: Don’t insult your new boss to his face within the first ten minutes of meeting him.
Whoops.
Sure, I am a budding designer with a lot to learn.
But he’s a manager who’s too grumpy for his own good—even if he does have dimples and a cute dog.
So when I find him drinking alone at a bar and blackmail him (whoops again) into being my friend, I realize that may not have been the smartest decision.
Zero for two.
We both have mouths that could kill. My only problem is that I can’t stop picturing what else he can do with his, or whether my job is worth risking to find out.
They say not to stick your pen in company ink, but does that apply to graphic designers as well?
Word of advice: Don’t insult your new boss to his face within the first ten minutes of meeting him.
Whoops.
Sure, I am a budding designer with a lot to learn.
But he’s a manager who’s too grumpy for his own good—even if he does have dimples and a cute dog.
So when I find him drinking alone at a bar and blackmail him (whoops again) into being my friend, I realize that may not have been the smartest decision.
Zero for two.
We both have mouths that could kill. My only problem is that I can’t stop picturing what else he can do with his, or whether my job is worth risking to find out.
They say not to stick your pen in company ink, but does that apply to graphic designers as well?
Unrequited crush? I’ve been there. Done that. Over it.
Ian Chambers is a responsible, intelligent lawyer. But I’ve known Ian for nine years and I can tell you that responsibility does not equal likability. Ian’s also an egotistical, teasing, blue-eyed, accidentally make-you-fall-for-him kind of man. And I want nothing to do with it, thank you very much.
When he quit Treasuries Inc. eight months ago, I thought I was finally rid of him. But when I’m invited to a destination wedding as a bridesmaid and he’s the best man in every sense of the word, it’s not as easy to pretend he doesn’t exist. And this week, he’s dead-set on getting my attention just as he’s tried to for almost a decade.
If he looks at me with that cocky grin and those piercing eyes one more time, I might lose control. You could say that’s a good thing. But you would be wrong.
Ian Chambers can flirt with me as much as he wants, but I refuse to fall for his tricks…
Again.
Unrequited crush? I’ve been there. Done that. Over it.
Ian Chambers is a responsible, intelligent lawyer. But I’ve known Ian for nine years and I can tell you that responsibility does not equal likability. Ian’s also an egotistical, teasing, blue-eyed, accidentally make-you-fall-for-him kind of man. And I want nothing to do with it, thank you very much.
When he quit Treasuries Inc. eight months ago, I thought I was finally rid of him. But when I’m invited to a destination wedding as a bridesmaid and he’s the best man in every sense of the word, it’s not as easy to pretend he doesn’t exist. And this week, he’s dead-set on getting my attention just as he’s tried to for almost a decade.
If he looks at me with that cocky grin and those piercing eyes one more time, I might lose control. You could say that’s a good thing. But you would be wrong.
Ian Chambers can flirt with me as much as he wants, but I refuse to fall for his tricks…
Again.
A hot mechanic and a wild princess walk into a bar…
I’m an impulsive kind of girl, and my bar game of find-the-fake-boyfriend-to-make-engaged-ex-jealous lands me in apartment floor sex with Harry. Who doesn’t love a sexy mechanic with a tight-fitting white tee that hugs his huge biceps and…a six-year-old daughter?
Oh no.
I intended to cut town in my renovated van right before my ex’s wedding but then the piece of junk broke down (#VanLife.) Lucky for me that hot daddy Harry needs a babysitter right when I need a mechanic and a fake boyfriend.
Just three months of this charade while my van gets renovated and then I’ll journey into the wild. Except I kinda like Harry. And his daughter is kinda cool. And I kinda sorta may not want to cut town anymore.
This is a different type of wild entirely.
A hot mechanic and a wild princess walk into a bar…
I’m an impulsive kind of girl, and my bar game of find-the-fake-boyfriend-to-make-engaged-ex-jealous lands me in apartment floor sex with Harry. Who doesn’t love a sexy mechanic with a tight-fitting white tee that hugs his huge biceps and…a six-year-old daughter?
Oh no.
I intended to cut town in my renovated van right before my ex’s wedding but then the piece of junk broke down (#VanLife.) Lucky for me that hot daddy Harry needs a babysitter right when I need a mechanic and a fake boyfriend.
Just three months of this charade while my van gets renovated and then I’ll journey into the wild. Except I kinda like Harry. And his daughter is kinda cool. And I kinda sorta may not want to cut town anymore.
This is a different type of wild entirely.