A Love Like That: Books 1-4

My Cover Model

Average women like me shouldn’t fall for gorgeous men, but sometimes we take the risk.

As a romance author, I know falling for a beautiful man will not end the same way my books do. So when I meet insanely hot cover model Travis Zehler, my inner alarm system warns me to stay away from a situation that will be sure to end in heartache.

But I fail to resist temptation.

When I fall into bed with Travis, I know I could easily fall in love, but nothing is ever that simple. He's a man who has learned to keep his guard up, and while we can't keep our hands off of each other, that's as far as he's willing to go.

Either this is the beginning of my own happily ever after, or I’m about to learn that those are only for the heroines of my romance novels.

My Five Dates

Sloan
What do you do when your best friend’s guy cheats on her?
Help her get revenge, of course.
Getting caught by his brother isn’t part of the plan. The brother’s price for not turning us into the cops? I pretend to be his girlfriend to help him close a business deal.
I’d rather go to jail than play the part of Caleb Stanton’s latest conquest, but my friend has been through enough.

Caleb
What do you do when your boss won’t sell you his store because he thinks you’re a flight risk?
Produce a girlfriend, of course.
Blackmail wasn’t normally my thing, but I’ve got less than twenty-four hours. I’d rather extort Sloan for a date or two than disappoint my boss.

We agree to a fake relationship in return for silence. We agree to act like we care about each other. We agree to five dates only.
But we don’t agree to what happens next.
And we certainly didn’t agree to falling in love.

My Wrong Number

Texting the wrong number never felt so right.

It started with a not-so-innocent text that I’d meant to send to the guy I was casually dating. Things had been moving slowly, and I’d decided it was time to spice things up.

Me: I need you to come over. I want to feel you inside me.
Him: Who is this?
Me: Indy. Who’s this?
Him: Wrong number.
Me: Oh crap. I’m sorry.
Him: I’m not. What’s your address?

Now, I have to decide whether I want to block him and text the guy I meant to in the first place. Or do something outrageously bold and tell him to come over.

Me: . . .

My Favorite Mistake

My First Mistake:
Breaking up with my boyfriend right before I turn thirty.

Second Mistake:
Requesting my expert-in-the-sack best friend, Griffin, give me a leg-shaking orgasm as a birthday gift.

My Third Mistake:
Lying to myself that I wouldn’t fall for my best friend just because we slept together.

My Fourth Mistake:
Accidentally telling Griffin I love him.
And losing our friendship forever.


Genre: Romance