Sometimes you can't help falling in love, even when you try to do the opposite...Successful fashion blogger McKenna Bell has spent far too long protecting herself after the way her ex-fiancé left her at the altar for a college chick he met the night of his bachelor party. Loving again, trusting again, well, that's just not in the cards. Especially now that her ex is back in town with his new woman, demanding custody of McKenna's favorite creature in the whole world--her dog. No effing way. McKenna's had enough of him, and she decides to even the score by finding her own hot young thing -- a Trophy Husband. Sure, she's only twenty-seven, but doesn't that make it even more fun -- and infuriating to her ex -- to pursue a younger man? When she declares her intentions on her daily blog, her quest quickly skyrockets in popularity, and that's when Chris enters the picture, and he’s got all the assets. He's handsome, successful, and turns her inside out with a kiss to end all kisses, the kind that makes you feel like a shooting star. But loving again could mean losing again, and it's so much easier to focus on getting even, isn't it? Unless, you just can't help falling in love. Which means McKenna will have to come face to face with what she really wants in life -- protecting her heart from hurt, or letting go of her fears of a new beginning.
Excerpt
Prologue
Present Day
The stars twinkle and the night air is warm as we leave the Tiki Bar
and walk slowly up Fillmore. At the top of the hill, I see my friend’s maroon
Prius that I’m tasked with driving home tonight. I point to it.
“These are my wheels.” I click on the key to unlock the car. Then I
reach for the door handle. But it doesn’t open. I try again. Same thing happens.
“Damn. What is up with these hybrids?”
“They have to calibrate to your heart rate.”
“Then how the heck am I supposed to drive it home?”
“I know a trick,” Chris says.
“You do?”
“Want to give me the keys and I’ll show you?” he asks, holding open
his palm for me.
But before I can pull away, he closes his fingers over mine, gripping
my hand in his. That’s all it takes. Within seconds I am in his arms, and we
are wrapped up in each other. His lips are sweeping mine, and I press my hands
against his chest, and oh my. He does have the most fantastic outlines in his
body. He is toned everywhere, strong everywhere, and I am dying to get my hands
up his shirt, and feel his bare chest and his belly. But if I did, I might just
jump him right here because I am one year and running without this. Without
kissing, without touching, without feeling this kind of heat.
He twines his fingers through my hair, and the way he holds me, both
tender and full of want at the same time, makes me start to believe in
possibilities. Start to believe that you can try again, and it’ll be worth it.
His lips are so soft, so unbearably soft, and I can’t stop kissing him. He has
the faintest taste of Diet Coke on his lips, and it’s crazy to say this, but it
almost makes me feel closer to him. Or maybe I feel closer because he’s leaning
into me, his body is aligned with mine, and there’s no space between us, and I
don’t want any space between us. I want to feel him against me, his long,
strong body tangled up in mine, even though we’re fully clothed, making out on
the street.
He breaks the kiss. “I wanted to kiss you all night.”
“You did?”
“Yeah, that key thing was just an excuse. Sometimes you just have to
hit the button a few times to get the car to open.”
I laugh. “So you said that to kiss me?”
He nods. “Totally.”
“I’m glad you tricked me,” I whisper, as he bends his head and kisses
my neck, blazing a trail of sweet and sexy kisses down to my throat, and it’s
almost sensory overload the way he ignites me. Forget tingles, forget
goosebumps. That’s kid stuff compared to this. My body is a comet with Chris. I
am a shooting star with the way he kisses me. I don’t even know if I have bones
in my body anymore. I don’t know how I’m standing. I could melt under the sweet
heat of his lips that are now tracing a line down my chest to the very top of
my breasts as he tugs gently at my shirt, giving himself room to leave one more
brush of his lips. Before he stops.
He looks at me and the expression on his face is one of pride and
lust. He knows he’s turned me inside out and all the way on.
“That was so unfair of me,” he says with a wicked grin. “Getting a
headstart like that on all the other candidates.”
How can there be any other guys after a kiss like that? It’s a kiss to
end all kisses, it’s a sip of lemonade in a hammock on a warm summer day. It’s
a slow dance on hardwood floors while a fan goes round overhead, curtains
blowing gently in the open window.
If he feels half as much for me as I do for him, then I want to sail
away with him in the moonlight, and that scares the hell out of me. I have to
extract myself before I let this go any further. I don’t mean the contact. I
mean the way my aching, broken heart is reaching for Chris.
About the Author
Lauren Blakely is an
unabashed fan of clever jokes, toast, and good guys in novels. Like the heroine
in CAUGHT UP IN US, she thinks life should be filled with movie kisses and
coffee drinks. Lauren lives in California with her husband and children, and
spends her days writing both true stories and make-believe ones.
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I really can't wait to read this book...hopefully this weekend!!!!
--Sunny
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