Kirsty Moseley

 I hope you enjoy this sampe of my new romcom, Man Crush Monday. I loved writing it so much! <3 

Chapter 1

Guess what day it is!

It’s Man Crush Monday. *le sigh*

Are you going to speak to him today???

YES!

More than just, “Ticket, please”?

Well … maybe.

That means no …

***

“Ugh, Mondays!”

I glance up from my screen and slip my phone into my trouser pocket as a harassed-looking woman in a brown business suit climbs aboard the train, noisily bumping her briefcase on wheels up the step, almost dropping her coffee cup in the process.

“Good morning.” I offer her a beaming smile, pressing back against the wall so she can pass me in the small corridor and get into the quiet carriage.

She gives me a grunt and slops some of her coffee over the side of her cup, narrowly missing my ugly black work shoes as she heads past without another word.

“Oh, well, good morning to you too, Amy,” I chirp sarcastically to myself as the door slides closed behind her.

Everyone dislikes Mondays; it’s ingrained in us to hate it on some primal level. Mondays signify the end of the weekend, going back to work, alarm clocks, and routine, so I can see why people detest it. But not me. It’s actually my favourite day of the week. It never used to be. Up until five months ago, I was a normal Monday hater, just like everyone else, but then something happened. He happened.

Let me explain. I work as a ticket conductor on a busy train route. Every day, I squeeze my slightly-too-big bottom into my ugly uniform and tuck my pale candyfloss-pink hair up into a bun or Katniss Everdeen–style side plait and go to work, collecting tickets on the train from Cambridge to London. It’s a mundane job, but it pays the bills and keeps me in hair dye, Dr Pepper, and Converse. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

I’d been doing my boring, mundane job for almost two years when, one dreary Monday, I looked up, and bam, I caught the feels. It wasn’t insta-love—this isn’t one of those stories—but it was definitely insta-lust. That was almost five glorious months ago.

The guy in question—my dream guy and object of my unrequited crush—is tall. It’s hard to judge with the train rocking and the amount of time I get to stand next to him, but I’d guess he’s around six foot. His shoulders are broad, and he’s lean and perfectly proportioned—I can tell this from the tailored suits he wears and how they narrow in at the hips and fit across his thighs in a way that sets my pulse racing. His brown hair is quite short on the sides and a bit longer on top, styled effortlessly. But it’s his eyes that get me. The brown eyes the colour of single-malt whiskey with flecks of gold around the pupils. They’re the type of eyes you want to stare into all day, the type of eyes you could lose time to. They’re smiley eyes, if they can be such a thing. They exude warmth, and when paired with his killer smile, straight white teeth, and strong jaw, it makes me catch my breath and clench my thighs.

Now, don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t his looks that made me catch the feels. Yes, I’ll admit, his looks were the cause of the insta-lust, and I’m not going to lie and say I don’t want to climb him like a monkey climbs a tree because I do. But his looks weren’t what made me fall in love with him. No, that was purely his personality.

You see, my Man Crush Monday is a geek. A one hundred percent bona fide geek. And it turns me on more than anything. Geeks and nerds have always been my thing. I’ve always been attracted to the smart, dorky guys who are into Star Wars or Dungeons & Dragons. If a guy talks to me about astrophysics or can tell me random facts about history or how they put the bubbles into cream soda, I’m putty in their hands. Hello, major Tony Stark fangirl here. And my crush, this hot dork who gets on my train every other Monday, is about as close to Tony Stark as I’ll likely ever get.

I grip the handrail and lean out, scanning the platform. More hurried people jump on the train, and I anxiously scrutinise the crowd, looking for him. My eyes flick to the platform clock—8:07 a.m. The train is to depart at 8:09 sharp. He’s cutting it close today.

A ball of disappointment settles in my chest when I realise with a jolt that he’s not coming today.

Bugger.

I’m on holiday from the weekend, two blissful weeks of lie-ins and late nights. I prepared myself to not see my crush while I was off, but because he only boards the train every other week, if he doesn’t turn up today, it will be pushing four weeks that I won’t clap eyes on him. This is a disaster. It’s 8:07 a.m., and my day is officially ruined.

As if my thinking about him makes him appear, he bursts through the ticket barrier at the end and runs, newspaper tucked under his arm, briefcase thumping wildly against his leg as he pelts towards the train. He looks up, his eyes meet mine, and he raises a hand in greeting—or maybe it’s not a greeting; perhaps it’s a don’t leave without me gesture, but I take it the other way. Small wins.

I smile and playfully roll my eyes, and he grins the cutest smile ever and climbs on board at the other end of the long train just as my walkie crackles to life with instructions.

I sigh happily, my disappointment dispersed.

Day officially unruined.

Once the train is safely on the move, I set about the other part of my job—ticket-collecting. I start at the front and work my way to the back—to him. The job is old hat now; I could do it in my sleep. When I first started, the motion of the train made me feel nauseous, and I’d wobble on my feet, almost falling over passengers’ bags they’d carelessly left in the aisles. Not anymore though. I’m like a ballerina, traipsing down the carriage like a swan gliding on water. Practice makes perfect.

I greet the passengers with my usual cheery smile, a little bit of chitchat to the regulars, and a few snippets of information about London for the obvious tourists.

When I step into the last carriage, I see he’s chosen a seat facing front at the far end. I chew on my lip, absentmindedly selling another ticket as I discreetly let my eyes glide over him. He’s chatting to an older guy next to him, and I see he’s already given away his newspaper. I smile to myself and hand a young teenage couple their change before moving on to the next passenger. The old guy seated next to him laughs at something, and I smile inwardly. My crush is one of those people you could drop into a room full of strangers, and within ten minutes, they’d be ordering a sharing platter, and he would be in their wedding.

The light slants in from the window, bouncing off his hair in a way that makes my fingers itch to reach out and run a hand through it. I bet it’s soft, like silk. He shrugs and takes a gulp of the disgusting train tea he purchased from the refreshments cart. I watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows.

Jeez, that throat! I would be perfectly content to do nothing other than run my tongue down that throat all day.

My greedy eyes drag over the rest of him. Today is a shirt-and-tie week. His grey suit is paired with a white shirt and blue-striped tie; it’s stylish and hot as sin. Last time, he was distinctly more casual—a well-worn grey Goonies Never Say Die T-shirt under a fitted blue suit, and I swear it almost made me come. In fact, I did come later when I was alone and thinking about it.

I sigh as a wave of longing washes over me. Why does he have to be so cute and so damn perfect for me?

I’m done, and he’s not even looked up at me yet.

Control yourself, Amy. You got this. Big-girl panties. Remember what Heather said: just talk to him like you would any other passenger.

I’m at the seats just in front of his now. With each passenger served, the anticipation builds. This is it, my favourite part of the week.

I hold my breath as I stop next to his seat but deliberately keep my eyes away from his face, dragging the moment out like a masochist. “Good morning, gentlemen. Tickets, please.”

“Good morning.” The old guy next to my crush smiles over at me and holds out a credit card. “Open return to London, please.”

I nod and ring it through, conscious of how close I am to him. I can almost feel the soft brush of his knee against mine as I lean over the table with the card machine, watching as the old guy beeps his card to pay. I daren’t look at him as his subtle yet decadent aftershave wafts up; mixed with the tones of his skin, it smells delicious and makes my mouth water.

It’s so hard not to just jump the guy. The insta-lust is strong with this one.

On the table in front of him, his book sits, abandoned. It’s facedown, so I tilt my head a little to see the title on the spine. We read the same books a lot, me and my crush. Sometimes, it’s just a happy coincidence; sometimes, I pop into WHSmith on my way home and buy the book he’s been reading, like the weird stalker that I am. We have similar tastes though; we both like crime and thrillers. Today’s pick: C.J. Tudor’s newest novel. I’ve already read it, so I smile in satisfaction.

When I can put it off no longer, I raise my eyes to his face, and it’s like being sucker-punched right in the heart. His beautiful brown eyes meet mine, and his mouth pulls into that panty-wetting smile that exposes all his perfect teeth. My knees feel weak, and words just … go. I’m struck dumb. This happens every time I try to talk to him. So much for all the practice my best friend, Heather, and I did on the phone last night; all the conversation starters she made me memorise have vanished into a puff of air.

“Morning.”

Damn. That voice.

I clear my throat and force a smile. My gaze wanders to the tiny little freckle he has under one eye. It’s the only thing that isn’t flawless, industry-standard perfection about him, yet somehow, that little brown dot makes him even more beautiful to me. One of my secret fantasies is kissing that little freckle while he does sinful things to my naked body.

“Morning,” I reply, trying not to let those sinful freckle fantasies show on my face.

“I almost didn’t make it today—slept in,” he says, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, the grin still paralysing me.

I long to say something witty, to say anything actually. But the ease of conversation I seem to be able to manage with everyone else is like a distant talent. Like him, I’m also one of those people who can make friends with strangers, and in fact, I have actually met someone on a plane and then stepped in to be a bridesmaid at their beach wedding less than twenty-four hours later. (It’s a long story involving lots of cocktails, tall heels, a broken ankle, and a hospitalised should-be bridesmaid.) But around this guy, my brain just melts into a puddle. He makes me nervous; he’s the only one who has ever made me nervous.

“I saw. A couple of minutes later, and you’d have been on the next train,” I reply, my throat scratchy with the need to clear it again.

“That wouldn’t do. Your train is my favourite.”

Is he flirting with me? My whole face burns as my insides squirm with pleasure at the mere thought.

“Yes, this train does have the fewest stops and gets there the fastest.” What am I doing? Flirt back, Amy!

He laughs, a throaty, almost-awkward laugh, and the hair at the nape of my neck prickles with sensation. Other than his voice, his laugh is my most favourite sound in the world. He looks down at the table and holds up his prepurchased ticket; I discreetly wipe my sweaty palm on my trouser leg before I take it, punch it, and hand it back.

“Thanks. Have a good day,” I mutter.

“You too.”

Disappointment settles over me. Our interaction is over, and now, because of my holiday, I won’t get to see him for weeks. I open my mouth to say something, anything, just to snatch another precious few seconds of his time, but nothing comes out. I feel my face warm from my neck all the way up to my hairline, and I walk off, kicking myself because I wasted another perfectly good opportunity to talk to him.

I don’t even know his name, for goodness’ sake. Five months of seeing him twice a month, and I haven’t even worked up the nerve to ask his name. I suck big time.

I walk to the end of the carriage and press the button on the door, hearing the whoosh as the door slides open. I step into the quiet corridor and close the door behind me, leaning against the wall, taking a couple of deep breaths. Maybe I’ll get another chance today. Maybe I’ll be lucky, and he will get one of my return-journey trains this afternoon. Sometimes he does, but more often than not, he doesn’t, and some other lucky conductor gets to drool over him instead.

I look back through the glass window, seeing the back of his head. He is sitting to the side now and has picked up his book.

I let out a sigh of longing. I have it so bad that it’s physically painful.

My friend Heather doesn’t believe me that you can fall in love with someone you’ve never really spoken to, but she’s wrong, dead wrong. I don’t need to know his name or where he lives or what size shoe he wears or what his favourite dinner is to fall in love with him. All that stuff is somehow irrelevant. I know him. My soul knows his.

Over the last five months, I’ve learned a lot—stalker-style, of course. I know everything that is important to know about him. Like, how he smiles when he speaks to his mother on the phone or that he always gives up his seat when it is busy. And how he befriends strangers and always gives his newspaper away. I know he likes Doctor Who and Marvel movies. I know that his favourite snack from the refreshments cart is a custard cream biscuit and that he dunks those biscuits like a pro, never letting one break off, leaving his tea a crummy, soggy mess. I also know, thanks to my friend on the refreshments cart, that he often pays for a coffee for the person after him to “pass it on.” He helps little old ladies carry their luggage off the train and makes sure they get to the gate safely. He often streams cartoons on his phone and gives it to tired and grumpy children to watch on their way home. I know his voice, his hands, his smile, his laugh.

And the final straw, the one that really sealed the deal and drew me in hook, line, and sinker: last month, when a little girl had tripped while getting on the train and skinned her knee, he performed magic to cheer her up. Actual, legit, honest-to-God, Harry Potter–esque magic. He made money, handkerchiefs, and playing cards disappear and reappear for almost an hour, much to the little girl’s delight—and mine, of course.

That was the moment I knew—the moment I just knew—I was in love with him. This stranger on the train, my Man Crush Monday. Who can resist a super-hot dork who performs magic? Not this girl.

I sigh again, watching the back of his head as he slumps more comfortably in his seat, turning pages of his novel.

Maybe one day, I will talk to him, dazzle him with my sharp wit and sparkling personality. He’ll have no choice but to fall madly in love with me and all my quirks, and we’ll get a happily ever after worthy of any romance novel.

But today is not that day.

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I watch Heather pick up a black bin bag full of clothes and upend it onto my bed with all my stuff. As I thought, it’s all slinky numbers and nothing like what I usually wear. I frown and push my hand through the pile. A red-and-black-chequered T-shirt dress catches my eye.

 

“I bought that by accident—impulse buy; it was on sale, and I left it too late to return it,” she says, still looking through the pile for something more suitable.

I make a dive for it and hold it up against myself.

Short sleeves. Mid-thigh. Pockets. Win!

“Ooh, I like this!” I say, already unzipping it at the neck and widening the opening so I can fit it over my hair that I painstakingly teased into loose beach waves for the last half an hour. The dress skims my body perfectly, fitted at the top to emphasize the girls, cinching in at the waist to show off my curves. “I really like this.” I turn back to the mirror, examining myself.

Heather comes up behind me, ripping off the tags and zipping me up. “Pair of black tights to make it more you and then … fucking gorgeous.” She grins at me in the mirror.

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Three authors release books in the same week, an Englishwoman, an American and and an Australian. No, it’s not a joke, it’s release week for [author:Kirsty Moseley|5434809], [author:Kelly Elliott|6581091] and [author:T. Gephart|7243737].

Purely coincidentally, the three of us are within releasing days of each other and thought, huh… maybe we should join together like a bunch of 1980s CareBears and share the love. Plus it makes a nice test run for our plans of world domination, each of us in key locations to facilitate maximum mayhem. #Jokes or so we’d have you think!

Anyway, back to release week. We have THREE amazing books coming out, [book:Man Crush Monday|50311208] (Kirsty Moseley - a hilarious rom-com) [book:Divided Interests|44564340] (Kelly Elliott - a swoony southern romance with all the feels) and [book:Send Me Crazy|48835581] (T Gephart- a laugh out loud rom-com that is slightly ridiculous) - ALL which can be read as standalones!!! So in addition to each of us getting some pretty badass ARCs in our inbox #AuthorPerks, we wanted to do some fun stuff together to celebrate each other and our books which you will hopefully enjoy.

We also thought it would be fun to interview each other, because who doesn’t like finding out more about your friends. Check it out below.

KIRSTY: Hi, ladies! OK so it looks like I’m up first to ask the questions! *shuffles cue cards and clears throat* Right, let’s get the juicy stuff. I didn’t want to ask boring questions, so I’ve gone for things I’d genuinely want to know the answers to!

So first question… If you weren’t a badass author, what would be your dream job?

TINA: Lord, in fantasy world, where I could be “anything” I’d say an intelligence office with some high-level government agency. Not a spy, because I don’t like the idea of being shot at and living in a foreign country pretending to be someone else isn’t my thing. But the kind that uses a computer to infiltrate the bad guys with hacking skills that would make me borderline dangerous if I wasn’t on the right side. *leans forward and whispers into the mic of her Macbook* Yo, FBI, I’m joking okay. I have no badass hacking abilities, so can take me off the watch list. I can’t even work Windows after Windows 7 #MacGirl and have no idea how to code. So either a brainy hacker with access to the NSA or if that didn’t work out, maybe forensic chemist who solves crimes with tiny pieces of evidence like Abby on NCIS. Yeah, I know I have issues.

KELLY: Oh man...what would I do if I wasn’t an author. I think I’d be one of those travel bloggers...crap that’s writing still though isn’t it? Something to do with traveling. I love visiting new places and how cool would it be to be paid to do that?!?! My answer isn’t nearly as cool as Tina’s was. *shrugs and hangs head low*

KIRSTY: If you could swap lives with any person for one day, who would you choose?

TINA: No idea. I have been trying to think of someone and each time, I come up as blank. Not because I don’t think that it wouldn’t be cool to have a sneak peek into someone else’s life, but because no matter how awesome you think it is, they will inevitably have their own problems. I know, I know, who invited the “downer” to this party? But I think I’d rather be just a better version of myself. Or if I HAD to choose someone because my original answer is too freaking “wanky” and let’s be honest, it kinda is, let’s go with the Queen of England because I want to know what’s really going on with Harry and Meghan. Plus she has some kickass tiaras. I bet Lizzie has some crazy good tea and not the Lipton kind.

KIRSTY: Ooh, that’s a good point, Tina! My choice is less exciting than yours… I’d have to go for Blake Lively, because hello hottest husband on the planet LOL. Plus, she’s pretty damn amazing herself. Queen of England though… the thought of people licking my face every time they post a letter is pretty entertaining too. How about you, Kelly? Can you do better than Queen Liz?

KELLY: Okay, I don’t know if this counts cause the person was fictional...but Dr. Quinn. You know from the Medicine Woman. *runs to Google to make sure that is the right name* Yep...it was right. I have always wanted to leave “back in the day” and who better to be than Dr. Quinn! She was beautiful, she was smart, and she didn’t take any sh*t from anyone!

KIRSTY: If you could bring one of your characters to life to be best friends with, who would you choose and why?

TINA: I’d have to say the female lead in my latest book, Quinn. She’s sassy and funny, but more importantly, has a huge heart. I love how sarcastic she can be, but still, be kind and always had the best intentions even if slightly misguided. She is also one hell of a good time, and I would love to hang out with her. Plus hello, Riley is insanely hot and even though I am VERY happily married, look at Quinn’s guy is totally acceptable.

KELLY: Oh I LOVED Quinn. Mine would be...um...they would be....um...man who would it be? I feel like I’ve written some amazing characters and trying to pick one is HARD! Okay...it would be Ellie from Wanted. Only for nostalgic reasons cause I cannot pick one! But she will always have a special place in my heart so she might as well come to live and be my BFF!

TINA: So I guess I’m next. I’m the meat in a Kirsty, Kelly sandwich and couldn’t be happier to be sharing this release week with two of the most awesome authors I know. *Waves* Hello ladies, how are you both doing? You realise we’re like some badass international allied Charlie's Angel's posse? Each of us on a different continent, covering almost all of the time zones between us. Hell, we get organised enough, we could totally give world domination a red hot go. *leans forward again* I’m joking again. Relax MI6.

So questions. Hmmmmmm what do I want to ask?

TINA: So I’m gonna kind of steal Kirsty’s idea but change it slightly, and go with If you could DATE one of your characters, who would you choose and why? (Yeah, you have to choose only one for this exercise. It’s okay, we won’t tell the others.)

KIRSTY: Oh man, this is hard. A lot of my males have traits I love in a man (hello, abs and stamina LOL). Choosing one… this is hard… OK, this genuinely took a lot of my thought process but I’ve come up with an answer… just. I think I’d have to go for Nate from Enjoying the Chase. He’s my funniest guy (plus the abs and stamina *winky face*) and I do find it sexy if a guy can make me laugh. Plus, he’s SWAT so could bring the uniform home on occasion.

KELLY: Kirsty….man that is a good pick! Okay *cracks knuckles* who would I pick? Dang this is hard y’all….I’m going to say Thano from Stay With Me. Good Looking. Like Kirsty, he was SWAT, and he is Greek. Need. I. Say. More?

TINA: Sweet or Savory. If you can reach for any kind of snack (and calories don’t exist in this hypothetical) what is your go-to treat that you can’t say no to.

KIRSTY: Savory. Every. Time!!! My favourite snack is salt and vinegar flavour crisps (chips for anyone outside of the UK). They’re my go-to and I have to limit myself as I could easily eat a whole six pack to myself. Give me crisps over chocolate any day (and that’s saying something because I’d class myself as a chocoholic!!)

KELLY: Easy...chocolate. Every single time. But it has to be the chocolate in the UK or Australia cause that sh*t is like CRACK.

TINA: Last one, fantasy time again. We’re having a dinner party! Catered of course because Lord knows no one has time to cook, and it’s at some fancy mansion that none of us have to clean. You each can invite three guest authors. Besides us—because obviously we’d be there—who would be sitting at the table with us. Past or present, dead or alive. And PS I know I’m not supposed to answer the ones I ask but I’m totally bringing JR Ward.

KIRSTY: I hate this question because I can never just get it to three!!!! First, Stephen King. He’s my unicorn author and I love everything he writes. I’d love to just ask him where he comes up with his ideas and what he’s working on now. His books were my first step up into horror after my teenage obsession with Point Horror novels when I was a teen. Plus, he’s written my favourite book of all time - The Green Mile. Second, JK Rowling - hello, no explanation needed here (and if there is an explanation needed, I’m gonna have to call you a muggle, sorry.) Third, Sally Thorne, because OMG Josh! The Hating Game was my top read of last year, one of the very few books I’ve finished and immediately turned back to the beginning. Also, I follow her on Twitter and she is so hilarious and down to Earth. I missed out on meeting her at RARE this year, so she’s gonna have to sit by me eat awkwardly while I stare at her in awe - sorry, Sally, but suck it up!

KELLY: Jane Austen. That’s an easy one. She’s the reason I write. Fell in love with her in English class in high school when we had to read Pride and Prejudice. Second, Frank Peretti. His book Piercing the Darkness changed my world. Third: Tessa Dare. OH MY GAWD I would probably starve that night because I’d be hanging on all her words and unable to eat.

KELLY: Oh man I’m bringing up the rear. *cracks knuckles* Let’s do this. When you sit down to write, what are your “must-haves”? I have to have music playing, I have to have a drink, and I have to be able to see outside (weird I know). Wait, we’re not supposed to answer our own questions. Oh well, I’m a rule breaker.

TINA: My Mac, my writing companion, Woodley, and I need to be in my bedroom. I have tried writing in a designated office, it doesn’t work. And I can’t have music or distractions, a coffee shop or something equally as cool doesn’t work for me. I need to be alone with my fur baby, in quiet. So boring! LOL I should just make up stuff so it sounds more exciting but sadly, I’ve got nothing.

KIRSTY: I’m a pretty simple soul. I have music playing VERY quietly in the background like I can hardly hear it because if it’s too loud I sing along instead of working! And coffee, always coffee! Like Tina, my fur baby Lolly is an amazing writer’s companion and she always seems to know when I need breaks (i.e. cuddles LOL)

KELLY: If you could pick a time period to travel back to, what would it be? You can’t stay in the present and you can’t go into the future.

TINA: I am fascinated by Art Deco and the 1920’s. The sequins, the fringes, the glitter, the dark lipstick (we already know I’ve got the right red in my makeup bag, ready to go) all of it so exciting. I think it would have been an exciting time, and if nothing else, the fashion was amazing.

KIRSTY: Are we just talking travelling for a bit then coming back again, like, really quick? Because if so I’d love to see the Dinosaurs but yep, a quick stop and get back here before I’m eaten!! But if it was a long term transition switch, I’d love to go back to the late 60s. I can’t imagine how it would have felt to watch the moon landing, plus my parents got married in 1969 too and I’d love to have been a fly on the wall there and seen my family all young, gorgeous and together celebrating.

KELLY: I’m totally happily married, but I still have a hall pass. I may have three, but that is neither here nor there...who would your hall pass be?

Tina: Alexander Skarsgard. LOL Is this a shock to anyone? Am I supposed to pick three, or are we sitting on one? I’m happy with my one and think it will come as no surprise.

KIRSTY: Just one?? That’s not how this game usually works, that’s just mean LOL. OK, I usually have three but seeing as Tina went for one…. I’m going to pick my top one… probably Ryan Reynolds. See my previous answer about swapping lives with Blake Lively! Plus, he’s hilarious. Hot dude with a great personality. YUM.

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Perma-single Amy Clarke prides herself on three things: her pink hair, her Converse collection, and her ability to drink copious amounts of margarita without puking. She isn’t looking for love. She’s perfectly content with her simultaneous love affairs with Netflix and both Ben and Jerry. The trouble is, sometimes, love finds you.

Five months ago, he climbed aboard her train, and nothing has been the same since. Fast-forward to now, she still doesn’t know his name, but she knows she wants his babies.

Her crush—this tall, dark, and handsome dork who gets on her train every other Monday—has no idea he brightens her day with his panty-wetting smile and laugh that makes her pulse quicken.

When a chance encounter outside of work forces them to have their first proper conversation, things quickly go from loving him from afar to up close and very personal. With a string of disastrous exes in her past, has Amy finally found her Mr Perfect? Or does fate have other plans?

A new stand-alone romcom from Kirsty Moseley, best-selling author of The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window and Nothing Left to Lose.

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Google Play: preorder coming mid January

SURPRISE COVER REVEAL AND SALE!!!

[book:Enjoying the Chase|20639678] Has had a makeover! I'm celebrating by lowering the price to 99¢ for a limited time!

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 99¢ SALE ALERT!

Nothing Left to Lose, the runaway bestseller that had people all over the world falling in love with Agent Ashton Taylor. Get Parts 1 and 2 combined into a novel of EPIC PROPORTIONS

For a very limited time, you can grab it for only 99¢!!

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