If You Were Mine, an all-new sexy and
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If You Were Mine
by Melanie Harlow
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Theo MacLeod wasn’t supposed to be the one.
Tall, dark and handsome suits me just fine, but the cocky grin,
know-it-all attitude, and mammoth ego? No thanks. I only hired him so I
wouldn’t have to sit at the singles table again. It was just pretend.
He wasn’t supposed to kiss me.
My heart wasn’t supposed to pound.
We weren’t supposed to spend the night together—the hottest night of my
life.
One night turns into a snowed-in weekend away, and even the blizzard of
the century can’t cool the fire between us. I can’t get enough—of his smile, of
his body, of the way he makes me feel.
We’re nothing alike. He’s a daredevil, and I’m a nervous Nellie. He’s a
drifter, and I want to put down roots. He’s an opportunist with a checkered
past, and I’m a Girl Scout volunteer.
But none of it matters when I’m in his arms.
I know he’s made mistakes. I know his wounds are deep, and he doesn’t
trust easily. I know he doesn’t believe he could ever be enough to make me
happy, but he could.
All he has to do is stay.
Excerpt:
A guy in a black leather jacket set a coffee cup down on
the table and sat opposite me.
I looked over at him, feeling slightly awkward since I’d
have to tell him he couldn’t sit there. He was handsome, with warm brown eyes
and short dark hair, but he wasn’t Fred. “I’m sorry, I’m waiting for someone,”
I said. “But I can move.”
To my surprise, he smiled confidently. “Claire, right? I’m
Fred.”
I screwed up my face. “You can’t be. Fred has blond hair
and blue eyes. I saw his picture.”
He laughed, almost condescendingly. “I don’t use my real
picture, Claire. People are crazy.”
What? This made no sense. “I don’t understand. How can you
advertise yourself with someone else’s photo? Don’t women get mad when you show
up?”
He shrugged, his grin turning a little cocky. “Haven’t had
any complaints so far.”
Actually, he was
more attractive than the photo he’d used online—more rugged and masculine, with
his scruffy jaw, big shoulders, and brawny chest. Meeting the real Fred was
kind of like ordering the chicken piccata and being brought the Porterhouse,
which hadn’t even been on the menu.
But that wasn’t the point.
(And I’d described someone completely different to Elyse.)
“So, what, you use a fake photo to lure potential clients
and then you set up the coffee meeting to check them out first?” I asked
indignantly.
“Wouldn’t you?” He shrugged out of his jacket. “It’s a
scary world out there.”
I crossed my arms, sitting up tall. “No! That’s a scam. I
don’t like scammers.”
“No, it isn’t. I don’t take any money from them. I don’t
even talk to them, I just leave.”
Frowning, I said, “That doesn’t seem right to me. These
people are willing to pay you to hang out with them and probably feel bad
enough about themselves already, and you just walk out without even giving them
a chance?”
He shrugged. “Look, if it makes you feel any better, I’ve
only walked off a job once, and that was because I thought I recognized the
woman. I prefer to keep my personal and professional identities separate.
That’s fair, isn’t it?”
Professional identity? He was a rent-a-date! I shook my
head in disbelief. “Is your name even Fred?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes,” I snapped. “How am I supposed to know what to call
you?”
He grinned as he leaned toward me and lowered his voice.
“Call me anything you want. You’re the boss.”
Was he flirting with me or making fun of me? I cleared my
throat and pressed my knees tighter together. “I’d like to call you by your
actual name, please. Bad enough I have to pay someone to play my fake
boyfriend. I’d like something to be
real, at least.”
He held his eyes steady on mine for a moment. I felt like
he was sizing me up, trying to decide if he could trust me, so I stared right
back without blinking. If anyone at this table was trustworthy, it was me.
“Theo,” he said quietly, his eyes dropping to my lips for
the merest fraction of a second. “My name is Theo.”
There. Was that so hard? I smiled at him before picking up my latte.“Well, it’s
nice to meet you, Theo.”
“What, you’re just going to believe me? You’re much too
trusting, Claire. I bet people take advantage of you.”
I set the cup back down on the saucer with an angry clank.
“Is your name Theo or not?”
“Shhh, it is, it is,” he said, laughing. Then he glanced
over his shoulder like he was in the fucking CIA. “But I don’t give that out to
just anyone. You should feel special.”
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About the Author:
Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history
with the naughty bits left in. When she's not writing or reading, she gets her
kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland.
She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.
Melanie is the author of
the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK
EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers
from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two
daughters, and pet rabbit.
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Twitter: @MelanieHarlow2
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