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by Lisa Becker
Publication date: August 1st 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance
by Lisa Becker
Publication date: August 1st 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance
BLURB
In high school, Charlotte Windham
was a typical student going through an awkward phase — glasses and all. She
harbored a crush on Garrett Stephens, the teen heartthrob everyone can’t help
but fall for during that unfortunate ugly duckling phase of one’s teen years.
Flash forward fifteen years later, and Charlotte and Garrett have a second
chance encounter at a Los Angeles restaurant. However, this time around,
Charlotte has leveled the playing field. She’s a bestselling novelist and no
longer “Glasses,” the humiliating nickname Garrett called her in high school.
In short, she’s a catch now and, thanks to corrective eye surgery, it’s not
just her eyes that see better…so does her heart! Garrett hasn’t fared poorly
either, transforming from teen heartbreaker to adult lothario. A now successful
professional golfer, he’s recently suffered a major setback in the form of a
possible career-ending injury. With the upper hand, can Charlotte forgive
Garrett for his past ways, and for his more recent Don Juan lifestyle? Will she
even want to? And, can Garrett change his ways for a second chance with
Charlotte, who may just be the perfect fit for him?
EXCERPT:
As
I race to the restaurant, I scowl knowing Mom’s going to have my head.
Actually, she’s probably used to it by now. I’m surprised they don’t give me
fake arrival times knowing I’m always ten minutes behind.
I
rush through the revolving door of the restaurant, through the bar, and smack
into a woman. She brushes against my bum shoulder and the pain burns right
through me. Minding the manners Mom hammered into me from a young age, I
mutter, “Sorry,” when I’m honestly not. I look down and notice something
familiar about her.
“Hi,
Garrett,” she says, sharing a small smile. “It’s been a long time. How are
you?”
“Um.
I’m fine.” My brows furrow as I wrack my brain trying to figure out who the
hell this woman is. She’s short, about five two and roughly my age. I glance
down and notice full, round breasts, slightly wide hips and thick thighs. Not
my usual type, so I’m pretty sure I haven’t slept with her. At least I don’t
have to worry about that embarrassing scene. She’s got chocolate brown eyes,
looking at me with warmth. “And…how are you?” Shaking my head I am still trying
to place her.
“I’m
doing well,” she replies, her smile growing.
“I’m
glad to hear that,” I say, trying to be polite and end this awkward reunion
that clearly has me clueless.
“Well…I
guess I should go.” She turns back and waves to a woman sitting in a far booth
of the restaurant. On further inspection, she’s waved to Lindsay, my sister,
who of course made it to our family lunch on time. Seated with her are my
parents, with Mom frowning at me and shaking her head. Like she didn’t expect I
would be late. Marcus isn’t here yet either. Guess the twin thing really does
run deep.
“You
know Lindsay?” I ask her.
“Uh,
yeah,” she says, with a small chuckle and a noticeable hint of sarcasm.
“My
parents?”
“Of
course,” she says, shaking her head slightly like it’s hitting her I have no
damn clue who she is. Then she confirms my suspicions and just lays it on the
line. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” Her eyes are alight with humor.
“Umm.
I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage,” I splutter, rubbing my hand behind
my neck — my tell — before flashing her my most charming, dimpled smile. Before
she can respond, a lady in her mid-sixties with salt and pepper hair wearing an
outfit appropriate for someone twenty years younger — but this is LA after all
— walks over.
“Pardon
the interruption,” she begins. “I would just be kicking myself if I got home
and didn’t take advantage of telling you what a big fan I am.”
“Oh, thank you,” I say, turning on the faux charm I reserve for situations such as this.
“Oh, thank you,” I say, turning on the faux charm I reserve for situations such as this.
“My
husband and I loved your book.” The lady turns fully toward this mystery woman.
“I wish I had it with me for you to sign. Maybe I could get your autograph on
something else?” I cock my head to the side and watch Mystery Woman. She turns
back toward the elderly lady and smiles sincerely.
“Sure. I’d be happy to sign something.”
“Sure. I’d be happy to sign something.”
The
lady reaches into her oversized zebra-print bag and produces a pen and small
notepad. She hands them to Mystery Woman and turns to me, smiling.
“Who should I make this out to?” asks Mystery Woman.
“Who should I make this out to?” asks Mystery Woman.
“Donna
and Frank. Your dear friends, Donna and Frank.”
“My…dear…friends…Donna…and…Frank,”
Mystery Woman murmurs aloud as she writes a note. Watching her autograph the
note, I can’t help the grin spreading across my face. Once she finishes, Donna
reads through the note, her eyes widening with delight.
“Thank
you, Charley,” she says.
“My
pleasure,” replies Charley — Charley? — who looks tickled.
“Charley?”
I say, racking my brain to no avail.
“Yes,”
replies Donna with pride. “You are standing with the brilliant novelist Charley
Windham.” She turns back to Charley before walking away. “Thank you again,
dear.”
“Charley
Windham?”
“Uh-huh,”
responds Charley, giving me a look like I should piece it together.
“Charley
Windham. Why does that name sound so familiar?” I rub my hand on the back of my
neck while Charley looks at me with amusement. “Wait, you’re Charley Windham.
Who wrote The Crossing Guard?” Charley shakes her head and laughs.
“That’s
me.” Charley giggles, unable to control the wide smile spreading across her
face.
“Yes.
Now I know. I read your book. In fact, everyone on the tour read it. You
couldn’t walk around a locker room or airport terminal without seeing someone
with it in their hands.”
“That’s
nice to hear.” She grins at me with her head tilted and nodding her head
slightly up and down, giving me the impression she’s waiting for me to say
more.
“That
explains who you are, and I get you would know who I am, but how do you know my
family?”
“That
is the question of the moment, isn’t it?” she says, smiling smugly.
“You’re
enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Immensely.”
She is grinning unabashedly.
Author Info
Lisa Becker is a romance writer
whose previous novels include Click: An Online Love Story, Double Click and
Right Click. The books, about a young woman's search for love online in Los
Angeles, have been called, “a fast read that will keep you entertained,” “a
fun, quick read for fans of Sex and the City,” and “hard to put down.” The
first in the series was optioned for a major motion picture.
Lisa’s writings about online
dating have been featured in Cupid’s Pulse, GalTime.com, Single Edition, The
Perfect Soulmate, Chick Lit Central and numerous other book blogs and websites.
As Lisa's grandmother used to
say, "For every chair, there's a rush." Lisa is now happily married
to a man she met online and lives in Manhattan Beach with him and their two
daughters. So, if it happened for her, there’s hope for anyone!
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