If You Were Mine, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone from USA Today Bestselling author Melanie Harlow is now available!
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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~My Review~
5 Stars
I Was Provided A ARC For The Blog Tour
(Possible Spoilers)
Claire French is tired of being questioned about her love life, of being the singled friend, surrounded by everyone in love. Claire dreams of that happy ever after, passionate love, marriage, kids. But she has to find Mr. right first, and he's just hasn't come along yet. Not wanting to face another stay at the singles table, Claire gets desperate, and hires a date. This is so out of character for her, but she's gotta do what she's gotta do. Thinking it will be simple, meet, date, fake breakup. And then she can move on, but oh no. Not when the man she hired comes walking in. Tall, sexy, scruffy, Theo MacLeod. This man with his cocky grin, laid back attitude, and his ability to read Claire in the span of two minutes is a surprise. He pushes her buttons, calls her out on what scares her, and sets her body on fire.
What started as a simple wedding date turns into so much more than either could expect. Claire and Theo can't deny what they feel between one another. The bond, the passion, the need for more. But with Theo's past, his own fears and doubts, it makes it nearly impossible for him to get close to Claire. He worries he could break her heart. Claire is ready to take a chance with Theo, if only she could break through the walls he hides behind. He pushes her to get past the things she is scared of, to let loose and live a little. He is so willing to help her, yet she can't see to get him to open up and trust. The road block to his emotions may break them before than can even get a chance at happiness.
So sweet, so romantic and oh SO sexy! If You Were Mine was such a great book. Claire and Theo will make you fall head over heels in love with their beautiful story. Lots of love, laughs and swoon-worthy moments.
What started as a simple wedding date turns into so much more than either could expect. Claire and Theo can't deny what they feel between one another. The bond, the passion, the need for more. But with Theo's past, his own fears and doubts, it makes it nearly impossible for him to get close to Claire. He worries he could break her heart. Claire is ready to take a chance with Theo, if only she could break through the walls he hides behind. He pushes her to get past the things she is scared of, to let loose and live a little. He is so willing to help her, yet she can't see to get him to open up and trust. The road block to his emotions may break them before than can even get a chance at happiness.
So sweet, so romantic and oh SO sexy! If You Were Mine was such a great book. Claire and Theo will make you fall head over heels in love with their beautiful story. Lots of love, laughs and swoon-worthy moments.
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.
Connect with Melanie:
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Twitter: @MelanieHarlow2
Website: http://www.melanieharlow.com
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