~ Perfect Stranger – pre-order for only $0.99 ~

Like dark ‘n’ angsty romance?

If you like dark and angsty contemp romance, this one is for you. You can grab a copy at the pre-order discount price of $0.99 – it goes up to $3.99 on August 31.

 


aPS_FWhen one night just isn’t enough

Kate’s having the birthday from hell. A sadistic boss and rumors of a corporate takeover threatening her handpicked team are bad enough, but then her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. In a monsoon.

A one-night stand with the delicious Jordan Merrill is probably not her best idea, but it’s far more appealing than room service and pay-per-view. Like Cinderella, she runs away from the best night of her life, but instead of leaving a glass slipper, she drops her business card.

Like Prince Charming, Jordan isn’t satisfied with just one night, though he and Kate live hundreds of miles apart.

Kate’s worked hard to reach her senior management position, and she knows a long-distance relationship is impossible, even if she falls in love with Jordan. He wants to promise her a happily ever after, but is she ready to throw away her career for him?

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Excerpt:

What time was Kate likely to be finished for the day? I didn’t know what she did for a living or where she’d be. She hadn’t turned down my dinner invitation, so I guessed she must be staying another night at least. My stride faltered. I wasn’t sure which room she was in. We hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, but I could ask Reception to connect me to her room.

I glanced at my watch as I closed the bedroom door behind me. Nearly six. I’d try calling her now.

Or not. Reception informed me there was no Kate Archer staying in the hotel. I pushed. My company did host the current conference, and I didn’t want to break any privacy laws; I just wanted to know if she’d checked out or left a message for me.

Yes to checking out, and no to the message.

Fuck. She was gone.

I hung up and stared out of the window at the bright evening. My emotions were a jumbled mess. Why did she leave without saying anything? Had some emergency cropped up? Something that necessitated a departure so rapid, she didn’t have time to leave a two-line note? Thanks for the fuck. See you around.

Maybe I’d read her wrong.

It made no sense. We scorched the sheets last night with off-the-charts sex, and I’d swear she enjoyed it every bit as much as I did.

The evening ahead now felt bleak and empty. I sank onto the sofa and absently reached down to unfasten my shoes.

The business card was almost out of sight; I could have easily missed it, where it lay on the floor.

I stared at the small white card puzzled, and then smiled when I realized its significance.

Kate Archer, Operations Manager, ComCo.

 

 

 

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