When she moves to London following her divorce, Michelle
Loeser has no interest in looking for love. She needs to focus on surviving
without her ex’s six-figure income, coping with a severe fear of heights, and
rebuilding her confidence. And if she keeps her promise to her best friend,
she’ll pursue her passion for writing too.
Will Sheridan found his passion early in life. At age
eleven, he was cast in the starring role in a film series. Now, at the age of
25, he’s a celebrity at a crossroads in his career. He has no time for women
who don’t understand his priorities.
When Will offers to help Michelle acclimate to the
unfamiliar city in exchange for cooking lessons, she figures what’s the harm?
But jealous fans and coworkers, eager paparazzi, and a distrustful mother see
it differently.
Here's an excerpt to pique your interest even more:
I walked into my
office cubicle, hung up my jacket, and logged onto my computer like I did every
morning. I stood, picked up my empty coffee mug, turned, and slammed into
Olivia. “Come with me,” she whispered. I sighed heavily and followed my
co-worker into the conference room where I found Paige already sitting at the
large table.
“I saw your photo
in the newspaper,” Paige said, shoving a clipping in my direction.
“I wouldn’t
exactly call it a newspaper,” I replied, but not having gotten a good look at the
picture the previous night, I picked up the clipping and examined it. It was of
poor quality—probably taken with a cell phone camera. I hadn’t noticed the
caption yesterday: Will Sheridan gets
attacked by cougar. Despite the lack of creativity in those words, my
insides felt like they were being attacked by a cougar. “Nice,” I said
pretending to sound disinterested as I pushed the paper back toward Paige.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
“Tell Olivia and
me what you’re doing in the paper.”
“Kissing someone.”
“This is no time
to be cheeky. Just what were you doing kissing William Sheridan? We didn’t even
know you knew him.”
“You do know him,
right?” Olivia interjected.
“No. I just walked
up to him in a café, sat on his lap and planted a wet one on his mouth.”
“You’re on his
lap?” Olivia gave the clipping another look. “Why, you are on his lap. And he
has no shirt on.”
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