RELEASE: April 21st,
2015
It’s all fun and games…until
someone’s heart is broken.
They’re not kids anymore, but
Milo Caro is certain that Colton Mathews will only see her as his best friend’s
little sister for the rest of their lives. After all, he made that clear the
night before she left for college. But four years later, her brother is getting
married and Colt’s the best man—and guess who is the best man’s last-minute
date?
Milo vows to use the wedding
to either claim the smoldering firefighter’s heart or douse this torch for
good. When Max—her best friend from college, who may be carrying a torch of his
own—crashes the party, they devise a plan to make Colt see what he’s missing.
But after Colt catches on, he decides to cook up his own revenge.
Now it’s personal. Colt and
Milo are at war, and between Max’s questionable acting methods, an unfortunate
trip to jail, and a maniacal fiancée, what could possibly go right?
Excerpt
I slept like crap all night—proving
my point again. All men should burn in hell. I switched between nightmares of
Colton’s rejection and dreams of Max riding in to rescue me on a giant-ass aloe
vera plant.
Groaning, I tossed and turned,
finally falling into a deep sleep around two a.m.
“Fire!” A voice penetrated my dreams.
“Fire! Wake up!”
I jolted out of my bed to see Max
sitting calmly at the end. He had two Starbucks cups in hand and was sporting a
pair of black skinny jeans, a blue V-neck T-shirt, and a smile that looked like
it belonged on the cover of GQ.
“Hey, you’re awake.” His grin
widened.
“Yeah, weird, I thought there was a
fire.”
He handed me the coffee. “There is.
In your pants.”
“Pardon?”
“Because you’re a liar.” He patted my
leg and shook his head. “Do I even want to know how this happened? Or was it
the usual?”
“Usual?” My voice was gravelly, I
took a large sip of coffee—it did wonders for my mood.
“Yeah, the usual Milo freak-out where
you speak before you think. Typically involves lots of cursing, yelling,
sometimes a fight breaks out, and I always end up having to fix it.”
My face burned.
Max nodded. “The usual, then.
Gotcha.”
“Why are you here? What time is it?”
“Five a.m.,” he answered. “Your mom’s
a fox, by the way, I swear she checked my ass out twice as I walked up the
stairs.”
“She did not.”
“Your dad did the same. Ten bucks
says your mom asks where I got my jeans and buys him a pair—oh, and by the way,
you owe me big. I finally asked out the Starbucks girl and had to cancel our
date on account that my other girlfriend”—his eyes narrowed—“had an emergency.”
I winced. “Please tell me you didn’t
explain it that way to her.”
“Course not. I said my asthmatic
little sister had an attack and almost died screaming my name . . .”
“You don’t have a sister.”
“Little Maddie’s screams were so
loud, all she wanted was her big brother Max.”
“Who’s Maddie?”
“And I can’t deny her the one thing
she wants in life, the one thing that makes her go on living.”
Max wiped a fake
tear. “I’m a broken man, Milo, and sisters are more important than dates.”
“I’m sure she was understanding.”
Max grinned. “You could say that.”
“Gross.”
“What?” He held up his hands. “I’m a
guy. Just because you labeled me your gay friend freshman year does not
actually make it true.”
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About
Rachel Van Dyken:
Rachel Van Dyken is the New
York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency
and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking
coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com
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