
Release Date | March 14th, 2019
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A romance author, a cover model, a book signing β¦ a crush.
Ordinary women like me know we shouldnβt fall for beautiful men like Travis Zehler, one of the hottest cover models in romance fiction. But, sometimes, we canβt help ourselves.
When I meet him at a book signing, my attraction to him is instant. Iβm infatuated, and I canβt stop thinking about him.
Even though I have doubts heβd ever be interested, I invite Travis to attend a book signing with me. And he says yes.
My fantasy comes true when he takes me to his bed, and the more time we spend together, the more I see that Travis isnβt some object to be desired.
Heβs a man with a past. A man whoβs been burned. A man whoβs learned to keep his guard up.
I want to show him he can trust again, but when our confidence in each other is shaken, I begin to wonder if happily ever afters are only for my romance novels.
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Excerpt
The combined noise of two phone alarms with completely different songs woke us up at six fifteen the next morning.
I quickly shut mine off, as did Harper.
βThat was a horrible noise,β I commented from my bed.
βYep, Iβm up,β Harper said. βAlthough Iβm wondering now why we stayed up late, watching movies.β
βIβm wondering whose idea it was to schedule a seven a.m. breakfast on a Saturday.β
Harper sat up. βNo kidding. Itβs my day to sleep in. What the hell, people?β
I pushed my covers off me and sat up as well. βWe could always skip it?β
Harperβs eyes widened. βAnd miss free food?β
βYouβre right. I donβt think they have coffee though. Weβll have to go and get one before.β
Harper stood. βIβd better get ready then.β
βAre you showering before you go?β I called out to her.
βNo, Iβm just going to get dressed and go. Iβd rather shower after, so I can look pretty for the book signing.β
βThank God. I didnβt want to shower either.β
I spent most days sitting in front of my computer or running errands. Most of the time, I didnβt even bother with makeup, doing my hair, or putting my contacts in. My outfit of choice was yoga pants.
So, when it came to book signings, I always liked to look a little more professional. But I really didnβt feel like doing all of that before seven in the morning if I didnβt have to. Besides, I didnβt have time.
I brushed my hair and my teeth and put my hair up in ponytail. I put on clean clothes, and, yes, I decided to go with yoga pants because I wanted to be comfortable.
βWeβd better go. I donβt want to be one of the last ones there and have to sit with people we donβt know.β
βWhatβs wrong with that?β Harper asked.
She could make friends with a wall.
βNothing, except that I hate imposing on people.β I grabbed my name tag and my key card.
βBut youβre an author. People want to meet you.β
βIβm a non-famous author,β I reminded her.
Harper grabbed her things and looped her arm with mine. βThen, letβs go make them want to meet you.β
We went and got large lattes first before we headed to the area where we were supposed to meet for breakfast. There werenβt that many people around, but there also werenβt many tables.
βSee, itβs a good thing we came early.β
βYeah, yeah,β Harper said with a smile.
After the food was rolled out, we filled up our plates and brought them back to our table. I wasnβt a health food nut, but I did try to eat well most of the time to keep myself from gaining too much weight. But I was on vacation, and I was eating as much breakfast as I wanted.
βOh my God,β Harper said with a moan. βThese are the best muffins.β
βCrap. And I didnβt get one.β
She broke off a huge piece. βHere, try some.β
I opened my mouth, intending to take a bite, but she shoved the whole thing in my mouth. Both of us started laughing, and I had to turn my face toward the wall behind me. If I kept looking at Harper, I wouldnβt stop giggling, and I didnβt want the room to stare at my chipmunk cheeks.
A close female voice said, βDo you mind if we take your other two chairs?β
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harper wave her arm at our empty chairs. βGo ahead. Those seats are free.β
βThank you,β a male voice said.
I finally managed to chew half of the food in my mouth and swallow it. βYou bitch,β I told Harper as I turned around.
She laughed again, and I probably would have, too, except I was stopped dead when I saw who was about to take the seat across from me.
It was Travis Zehler, and holy shit, but the few pictures I had seen on online did nothing to prepare me for him in real life.
He was tall with broad shoulders and a trim waist, and when he turned to point to something, talking to the woman beside him, I noticed he had a gorgeous ass, too. I wouldnβt have even needed to look up his picture to know this was him. He carried himself in such a way that there was no other word for it than modelesque.
Now, I remembered how Iβd thought he wasnβt the cutest guy Iβd ever seen. His hair was shorter than the few pictures Iβd seen, and he had a trim beard. When he smiled at us, I knew I wanted to have his babies.
Why did I decide not to look pretty this morning again?
Harper kicked me under the table, and I realized Iβd been staring. With my mouth open. With food in it.
Travis shook his head and laughed.
I was going to kill Harper later.
The woman to my right had on a purple name tag like me and was probably about my age. She had shoulder-length auburn hair and pretty brown eyes. βHi, Iβm Angela Devlin.β
I swallowed my food, composed myself, and smiled. βIβm Sydney Hart.β Iβd seen her name around on social media, but I hadnβt read any of her books yet.
βIβm Harper, Iβm Sydneyβs assistant.β
βThis is Travis,β Angela said, pointing to him. βHeβs my assistant-slash-model.β
βSo, when did you two get in?β Harper asked. βWe saw your name tag still on the table last night,β she said to Travis.
He smiled, but Angela was the one who said, βWe got here about midnight.β
Harper winced. βOuch. And you both got up so early?β
βI slept almost the whole way here from Minneapolis, so I had plenty of rest. But I did just throw on some clothes this morning,β Angela said.
βUs, too,β I said with a laugh. βThatβs where weβre both from.β
Although Travis looked great for someone who had driven for hours and gotten no more than six hours of sleep.
βAre you both from Minneapolis?β I asked. I thought I had read Travis was from somewhere farther away, but maybe I was wrong. I hadnβt given his bio my full attention the night I looked him up.
βIβm from Michigan,β Angela said. βI flew into Minneapolis and drove here with Travis.β
βBut youβre from Minnesota?β I asked Travis.
βYep. Born and raised.β He grinned, and not one, but two dimples appeared. Figures. βI grew up in a small town, moved to the Cities in high school, and stayed.β
I couldnβt believe he was from the same place I lived. Despite just meeting him, he gave off this aura. I didnβt know how to explain it, and it was kind of like finding out a famous actor lived near me.
βThatβs so cool that you decided to attend,β Harper said.
βYeah, Ang convinced me,β he said, and I noticed the nickname he used for her. They must be close.
βHow did you do that?β I asked Angela, half-joking, half-serious. βI think heβs the only model to attend this weekend.β
She laughed. βI did a lot of begging and pleading.β
Travis shook his head, but he was smiling.
βTruthfully, heβs just a really nice guy.β
Travis shook his head again, and mouthed, No, Iβm not.
Harper and I both laughed.
Angela put her hand up to her mouth, so Travis couldnβt see what she was saying, but then she proceeded to speak loud enough for him to hear. βHeβs also a big softy.β
βShh β¦ donβt tell anyone.β Travis shoved a forkful of food in his mouth and grinned.
I mentally sighed. God, heβs beautiful.
Harper leaned over to me and whispered, βJust a guy, huh?β