Publication Date: April 10, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Lovestruck, Contemporary, Romance, Comedy
The Proposal: Adeline Rigby will live with Accountant Jack Foster and pretend to be his fake fiancée for one month in order for him to seal a promotion to partner. In return, Accountant Jack Foster will intimately tutor Adeline Rigby in French before she leaves for Paris where she will fulfill her dream of attending Le Cordon Bleu.
1. Maintain distance. Three get-to-know-you dates before announcing their engagement will be tempting enough.
2. No kissing. Okay, fine. Three kisses. Maybe four. And neck kisses don’t count.
3. No touchy feely stuff. Or at least not too many public displays of touchy-feely stuff.
4. No sex.
5. All right, all right. One night of sex in order to be a believable engaged couple.
6. Two nights of mind-blowing sex to make sure first night wasn’t a fluke.
7. Absolutely, positively, no falling in love.
"Sis, you didn't tell me your infamous roommate from college would be at your signing."
"I'm pretty sure I did. You just weren't listening."
He turned back to Adeline. "Tell me, Adie, have you been in any bar fights lately?"
Adeline gave Kinley a three-watt stare. A hundred-wattage one would have hurt. "You told him about that?" One sorority against another sorority. Adeline belonged to neither, but she somehow ended up blamed for the St. Patrick's Day brawl. Simply because she blurted to one posse of sorority sisters that they looked like a bunch of pink leprechauns. Which they did.
Of course, they'd assumed she was a member of the other sorority.
And then someone spilled a drink on one of the leprechauns. It may or may not have been Adeline.
Kinley cleared her throat. "I—”
"Red, didn't my little sister ever tell you she can't keep a secret?" Jack said, interrupting Kinley. "Hell, she can't keep her own secrets let alone someone else's. Just ask her husband."
Adeline twisted and used the pole to pull herself, hand-over-hand, into a standing position. "I go by Adie or Adeline. Not Red."
Kinley pulled out a chair. "Sit." She sounded as bossy as Charlie.
Kinley turned to her brother. "I've explained to Adeline that you are in need of a pretend fiancée."
Jack groaned. "Sis, I told you I can find one on my own."
“Why would you go looking for one when there’s a perfectly normal and nice woman sitting in front of you? Now, you two talk while I go see if there’s some ice in the kitchen.” Kinley took off leaving them alone.
Adeline eye-balled Jack.
Jack gave her a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t let my sister browbeat you into anything.” He pulled up a chair and sat in front of her. Adeline tried to control her breathing in an attempt to keep her breasts from heaving in a come-hither manner, but it was useless. Something about this man’s voice drove her to the brink.
His thumb lightly grazed over her cheek, before he gently touched her brow.
"You're going to have a headache tomorrow," he said, his warm breath whispering against her temple.
She resisted an urge to trace her face where he'd touched. Was he trying to cast a spell on her? "With those powers of observation, your momma should have called you Einstein.”
He chuckled. "And the woman has a healthy helping of spice to go with her dollop of nice.” He held up two fingers. “Follow my fingers." He moved them from side to side.
Adeline followed, reminding herself she had goals. A distraction wasn’t on her laminated to-do list.
Jack made her follow his fingers three more times and then stopped. A pulse beat in his cheek as he stared intently into her eyes.
Was he going to kiss her? Was that a step in assessing head injuries these days? Adeline's tongue darted out to lick her lips. You know...just in case.
"You should never be a man’s pretend fiancée. Only his real fiancée," he said in a low whisper, before he sat back in his chair and broke off their gaze.
About the Author
Lisa Wells always knew there would come a time in her life when she’d pursue her dream career as a romance author. This is that time.
Before this moment, she’s enjoyed a rollercoaster journey called – The Middle School Counselor – Dramas, Dreams, and Destinies.
After many years of working with teenage girls, she knows when one comes in baffled because another girl hates her, the first question to ask is – “Did you steal her boyfriend?” Nine times out of ten the answer is some form of yes but….
While Lisa enjoys working with adolescents, she writes for adults. Her books contain: Sex, Scowls & Sass.