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I don’t know what love is anymore.
I don’t know what love is anymore.
Well, that’s not entirely true, but I’m going to tell you a little secret: I’ve lost the spark.
You know the kind of spark I’m talking about?
Where
butterflies take flight in your stomach from two hands innocently
colliding. Or catching your breath when you first meet someone
attractive. Yeah, that spark.
Except I haven't felt that feeling in forever; there is nothing left inside of me.
Normally,
this wouldn’t be a problem--but I’m a writer on a serious deadline, and
my editor is breathing down my neck for a romantic, Nicholas Sparks
type love story. No pressure, right?
That's
how I find myself flying across the country to crash a wedding in the
name of research, dress and heels stuffed into my small suitcase.
It
should be the easiest book research ever. Drinking some free champagne,
basking in the love of two strangers, and tapping into my romantic
side. That will be a breeze. I'm a pro. I can handle this.
Until
I mistakenly end up in the wrong hotel room, naked as the day I was
born, with the sexiest human I have ever met staring me down, wondering
what I'm doing taking a shower in his bathroom. I don't think calling it
research will get me out of this pickle.
But it will make for one hell of a story....
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