SYNOPSIS
Naomi Porter was once witty, fun, and outgoing,
but she has scratched outgoing off the list, along with men. She has a mediocre
tech job in fabulous New York, a large smut book collection, and awesome
friends, both tangible and in an online gaming community. She just doesn’t
date. A future filled with cats and housedresses beats having her heart broken
again.
But Naomi still likes men, even kind of
stalks—mostly fantasizes about—a gorgeous one at work during lunch.
Her best friend, Kara, is determined that Naomi
will be outgoing again. When Kara finds out who, as in a notorious playboy,
Naomi is stalking at lunch, she plans to break Naomi of her lunchtime habit and
bring her back into the real world. It’s just going to take a bit of deception.
Between all the deceiving, fangirling, and
bumbling, Naomi might not be able to resist the temptation of turning her
seven-month fantasy into reality. And really, so what if he’s a playboy or a
demanding jerk? Her fantasies don’t include love or even like, just a bed or a
couch or the back seat of a limo…
Reality might be just what she needs.
*A sexy romantic comedy intended for audiences
18+
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~Meet
Naomi Porter ~
- They each had some kind of jackass drink: dry
martini, cosmopolitan, Manhattan, Caipirini, and one neat, overpriced single
malt scotch. Except for me. I drank beer. American beer. From the tap, thank
you very much.
-Whoa. Wow. Whoa. Between his gaze and his words,
I imagined jumping on his lap and experiencing some of that.
- What was better than fried tortillas? Nothing.
Well, except Doritos. But they were fried tortillas with cheese-flavored
dusting.
-Could sharks jump out of the water? The ocean
lay more than a hundred feet away. I wanted a shark to swallow me whole and drag
me to the deep, salty depths of the sea after that ramble.
- But he is also hot, delicious, and the star of
my day and night dreams.
-I didn’t cook. I constructed dips.
-I wanted to grab a toothpick and stuff it up my
roommate’s nose. Two toothpicks to be precise, one for each nostril.
- Seriously, I never imagined being a tux girl,
but holy hot hell, I could dry hump his suit. Preferably with him in it, but…
-You can never, ever, go wrong with bacon.
- I was going to faint. Or let out a whoop. Or
tackle him. And it wasn’t just because he was removing his pants.
EXCERPT
“Keep an open mind. First impressions aren’t
always correct,” she said from behind me as we strode down the hall.
“I’m not expecting Prince Charming but those
three are wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am all the way. Is a little interest, a little
romance, a first date with a toe-curling kiss too much to ask for?” I inquired
over my shoulder.
“Maybe you need a wham-bam to get back into
business. Like get it over, then move on to the romance and the toe-curling
kisses.”
“Harrumph,” escaped me before we came out of the
hallway and into the main bar. Three steps into the room, I stopped dead in my
tracks. I became a deer in headlights when I noticed a person sitting sideways
at the bar. Dark brown hair. Square jaw. Dark winged brows. Sensual lips with a
rocks glass pressed to them. I gaped as he tipped the glass higher and amber
liquid touched his lips.
Kara ran into my shoulder. “What the hell?” she
asked, rubbing her jaw and stepping next to me. “Don’t pull this again. It’s
only one more drink.”
“It’s him,” I somehow said, though still in
shock. “My lunch guy.”
“Him? What are you talking—” She followed my
frozen gawk. “Holy shit, Naomi! He’s the guy you watch at lunch? That’s not a
bike—that’s a luxury car! Like an Aston Martin!” Kara had a thing for luxury
cars. And shoes. And clothes. And purses.
I nodded as the woman next to him gave him a
sultry stare. Jealousy flared within in me. Hopefully the daydream kind, but
yeah, he was an Aston Martin compared to the three ten speeds waiting in the
other room.
Kara smacked her forehead. “I should have known.
Why didn’t my stupid ass put two and two together when you described him? You
know who he is, right?”
Locked on him, my eyes turned huge. “What? No.”
“He’s—”
“Aggggg, not listening to Kara.” I covered my
ears. “Don’t tell me.” Sure, I stalked him at lunch, but I didn’t want the
possibility of becoming a full-time stalker. More than that, I didn’t want my
lunchtime lustful fantasies ruined by reality. I was more than aware of it
being a fantasy. I liked it as a fantasy.
BOOK
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AUTHOR
BIO
I write young adult and romance novels. I read a
lot too. I even do a bit of cooking, which is actually quite good. I also golf
a lot in the summer with my awesome husband and son, but I cook way, way better
than I golf.
I am Represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel &
Goderich Literary Management.
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Twitter - https://twitter.com/JeanHaus
Website - http://jeanhaus.com/jeanh/
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