If this one is as tasty as it seems, it’s going to be great!
A new standalone seriously (steamy) romantic comedy! Meet Trystan Montgomery. Suit monkey, commitment-phobic serial dater. No more than three dates, unless he hasn’t … you know.
What a disaster! I only just made my flight to New York to help my uncle, and the phone I’m holding is not mine! It seems to belong to some commitment-phobic serial dater who’s never made it past four dates (according to the constant notifications he’s getting from his fake dating profile…) And worse? I have a sinking feeling it’s that hot suit-monkey with the arctic grey eyes I just had a run-in with at the airport. Somehow I have to persuade him not to get a new phone until I get back. My whole life is on that phone. It’s only a few days. Surely we can handle it.
This is a joke, right? My life could not get more f*cked up. I’m in the middle of selling my company and on my way to a funeral and that hot mess hippie-chick stole my freaking phone. I’m not sure how she convinced me not to immediately walk into a smart phone store and get a new one, but now she’s going to have to play stand in and distract me while I deal with my long-avoided and estranged family. I don’t have my dating apps after all, and frankly she’s pretty funny. And sexy. And why can’t I stop texting her? And now we’re talking. And … look, I’ll admit that I usually run for the hills the morning after, but the morning after phone sex? That’s not really real, right?
Emmy: I hate my boss.
Suit Monkey: What happened?
Emmy: Pitch was cancelled. He knew that but still made me call in. I’m feeling … stabby.
Suit Monkey: Stabby?
Suit Monkey: So you texted ME? Great.
I found myself grinning.
Suit Monkey: No it’s fine really. It’s nice to know I spring to mind when you’re stirred to great heights of passion. Was just hoping they’d be less murderous and more amorous.
Emmy: In the middle of the day?
Suit Monkey: A noon delight? Why not?
I gasped dramatically in the empty break room and typed double exclamation points of shock and hit send.
Suit Monkey: I’m kidding. Kind of. Not really. But I bet you’re smiling now. Or at least rolling your eyes.
Emmy: I am 🙂
Trystan: I’m in a car with my uncle and my cousin going to visit some of the properties I now own. But if I weren’t …
Suit Monkey: Okay.
Emmy: Is this what we are now?
Suit Monkey: What?
Emmy: Phone sex buddies.
Suit Monkey: Do we have to label it?
Emmy: You can’t even commit to phone sex? You’re worse off than I thought.
- a Google Mini + signed copy of Accidental Tryst