"Take a picture. It'll last longer," the surly stranger drawled as he took a puff from his Marlboro Red, causing Nina to scrunch her face in disgust. "Are you going to let me in or keep me standin' out here all night?"
Nina batted away a cloud of smoke he sent her way and poorly attempted to stifle a cough.
"Um, I'm sorry, but I believe you have the wrong house."
"This is 1123 Elmhurst, correct?"
"That's correct."
"And you're Nina O'Neil, correct?"
"Yes, that's correct."
"Well, then I'm in the right place."
"No, I don't think you are. I don't know you, and I certainly don't know what your intentions are or why you're here. Please leave before I call the cops," Nina demanded before closing the door. Her eyes widened when they landed on the booted foot that prevented the heavy oak door from shutting.
"Sugar, I'm the one you've been begging to keep you warm at night."
"Excuse me?" Nina gasped, flinging the door back open.
"Isn't that what you wrote to me? You would be waiting for me with open arms and a meal fit for a king once I finished my business trip."
"I wrote that to someone, but that someone isn't you!" Nina exclaimed.
"It is me, Zane."
"No, no, no, no, no. I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing, but you're not my Zane," Nina argued.
"You lost your first tooth in an extreme pillow fight with your older brother, your nephew calls you NiNi, you hate the taste of toothpaste, you have a severe obsession with 80s music, you detest people who have more than 15 items in the 15 items or less checkout line, and you have a rose tramp stamp that you had to get as a result of losing a dare. Must I go on?"
Nina's hand flew to the tattoo on her back that was currently burning a hole through her sweater. How did this stranger know all these personal details about her? The only man she shared this with was Zane Doran, who spoke with through the mail order groom service.
"You wanted a mail-order groom? Here I am, sugar, signed, sealed, and delivered."
"Oh, you got me fucked up!"
**********
Nina O'Neil is a successful physical therapist looking to settle down, but without all the hoopla and disappointment that dating in the modern age brings. Despite the stern warnings she received from her family and friends, Nina signs up for a mail-order groom service in hopes of finding true love.
It didn't take much for Nina to fall for Zane Doran, an accomplished hedge fund manager. For her? It was love at first sight, and the two spent the next several months exchanging messages. She falls in love with her online lover and is ready to take the next step.
Instead of being met by the well-kept, polite gentleman that Nina has been bearing her soul to, Nina is surprised to find a rough-neck tattooed beast of a man on her doorstep. What makes matters worse...he was just released from prison.
Join the hilarious, side-splitting adventures of Nina and Zane as they attempt to navigate a relationship. Will the pair ever find common ground and make it down the aisle?
**BWWM Novella best for a Mature audience: Sexual Content, Foul Language, LGBTQ characters
50,000 words
Genre: Romance
Nina batted away a cloud of smoke he sent her way and poorly attempted to stifle a cough.
"Um, I'm sorry, but I believe you have the wrong house."
"This is 1123 Elmhurst, correct?"
"That's correct."
"And you're Nina O'Neil, correct?"
"Yes, that's correct."
"Well, then I'm in the right place."
"No, I don't think you are. I don't know you, and I certainly don't know what your intentions are or why you're here. Please leave before I call the cops," Nina demanded before closing the door. Her eyes widened when they landed on the booted foot that prevented the heavy oak door from shutting.
"Sugar, I'm the one you've been begging to keep you warm at night."
"Excuse me?" Nina gasped, flinging the door back open.
"Isn't that what you wrote to me? You would be waiting for me with open arms and a meal fit for a king once I finished my business trip."
"I wrote that to someone, but that someone isn't you!" Nina exclaimed.
"It is me, Zane."
"No, no, no, no, no. I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing, but you're not my Zane," Nina argued.
"You lost your first tooth in an extreme pillow fight with your older brother, your nephew calls you NiNi, you hate the taste of toothpaste, you have a severe obsession with 80s music, you detest people who have more than 15 items in the 15 items or less checkout line, and you have a rose tramp stamp that you had to get as a result of losing a dare. Must I go on?"
Nina's hand flew to the tattoo on her back that was currently burning a hole through her sweater. How did this stranger know all these personal details about her? The only man she shared this with was Zane Doran, who spoke with through the mail order groom service.
"You wanted a mail-order groom? Here I am, sugar, signed, sealed, and delivered."
"Oh, you got me fucked up!"
**********
Nina O'Neil is a successful physical therapist looking to settle down, but without all the hoopla and disappointment that dating in the modern age brings. Despite the stern warnings she received from her family and friends, Nina signs up for a mail-order groom service in hopes of finding true love.
It didn't take much for Nina to fall for Zane Doran, an accomplished hedge fund manager. For her? It was love at first sight, and the two spent the next several months exchanging messages. She falls in love with her online lover and is ready to take the next step.
Instead of being met by the well-kept, polite gentleman that Nina has been bearing her soul to, Nina is surprised to find a rough-neck tattooed beast of a man on her doorstep. What makes matters worse...he was just released from prison.
Join the hilarious, side-splitting adventures of Nina and Zane as they attempt to navigate a relationship. Will the pair ever find common ground and make it down the aisle?
**BWWM Novella best for a Mature audience: Sexual Content, Foul Language, LGBTQ characters
50,000 words
Genre: Romance
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