Right Guy, Wrong Word Signed Paperback
Right Guy, Wrong Word Signed Paperback
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Do books have souls?
Anna Black has the perfect novel choice for her book club. She also has a sexy new neighbor who jumps at the opportunity to join fellow bookworms in discussing her pick for their summer read.
It’s lust at first sight and the marriage of two literary souls.
The charismatic owner of a new T-shirt store in Des Moines’s East Village, Eric Steinmann, has a confident air and an irresistible “mating dance.” He’s almost perfect … until he says the wrong word.
Will Anna and Eric write their own story? Or will their chemistry die when fiction turns into reality?
Chapter One Look Inside
Chapter One Look Inside
To everyone who doesn’t believe in global warming, suck it! That smell? It’s my skin burning. I bet it resembles a hog roast. Someone, please give me a quarter turn.
Des Moines, Iowa, is not immune to summer heat. Still, ninety-seven degrees on the second day of June feels like Satan has come for Midwesterners first—surprising since everyone knows Las Vegas should be his priority.
I swipe my arm across my sweaty forehead and guide my bicycle into the entry of my apartment building in East Village—a quaint neighborhood of bars, shops, and modern-industrial apartments nestled between the capitol and downtown.
“Dear god … yes.” I stop and close my eyes, letting the cool air extinguish my skin. “Yes … yes … yes …” I moan, stretching the neck of my drenched, fitted tee to wipe more sweat from my face. When I open my eyes, a new face greets me. The corner of his mouth bends in amusement, and I shoot him a tight smile. “It’s sweltering outside.”
He scratches the back of his neck before running his hand through his dark hair. “Something’s definitely hot.” Then he sets his bike next to him, slipping on bike gloves.
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