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Title: Love at 11
Author: Mari Mancusi
Genre: Contemporary
Age Group: New Adult
Re-release Date: April 24, 2013
Event organized by: AToMR Tours
~Book Description~
When Maddy graduated from
Columbia University, she was ready to change the world. She'd get a job at
Newsline, meet a nice guy, and live happily ever after with a real designer
handbag on her arm. Five years later, she's stuck producing puff pieces for
News 9 San Diego--where "if it bleeds, it leads." She's still single,
her family's falling apart, and so is her knock-off Kate Spade.
Then Jamie Hayes walks through
her newsroom door. The former filmmaker is everything Maddy has ever dreamed
of. Creative, smart, sweet—and with eyes that could make a girl melt. The
perfect guy…but perfectly unavailable. And the more Maddy tries to stay
away—the further she starts to fall.
Now a secret scoop from her
favorite knock-off purse guy has Maddy chasing a lead that could make her
career. Or destroy it forever. How far is she willing to go to broadcast the
truth? And will this breaking news lead to a happily ever after…or a broken
heart?
Stay tuned...it's the story of a lifetime.
Excerpt
#1
Argh, my head.
My head really, really hurt.
And I was dying of thirst.
I pulled the blankets over my head to block the rays
of strong San Diego sun from blasting my sensitive morning eyes. What time was
it? Why was I naked?
Uh-oh.
A flashback of memory—a snapshot of my body on
autopilot—hit me like a rock dropped from ten stories up.
The last thing I remembered clearly was leaving
Moondoggies. With Jamie. Getting refused at the next club. With Jamie. Going
back to my apartment.
With Jamie.
The rest was blurry. But what I did remember was
truly horrifying. Blasting ’80s music from my stereo. Mixing up margaritas
(like I needed more alcohol!) in my blender. Jumping on my bed, singing and
dancing like a idiot to Simple Minds.
Making out with Jamie like there was no tomorrow.
I slowly rolled over to face the other side of the
bed. To confirm my worst fear. Was there another body in my bed?
There was.
Not just any body, either. But a sexy, rumpled,
naked, sound asleep, Jamie body in my bed.
Again. Uh-oh.
I groaned. How could I have been such an idiot?
Gotten so drunk I didn’t even remember having sex with the guy? That was so
bad. So alcoholically bad. On about a million and three levels:
a) Having sex and not remembering it.
b) Having sex and not remembering it with a guy I
barely knew.
c) Having sex and not remembering it with a guy I
barely knew who happened to have a fiancée he was going to marry in three
months.
d) Having sex and not remembering it with a guy I
barely knew who happened to have a fiancée he was going to marry in three
months and that I had to work with day in and day out for the foreseeable
future.
Now what should I do? Did I snuggle up next to him
and pretend I had planned the seduction? Get the hell out of bed and pretend
I’d slept on the couch, hoping he didn’t remember, either? Make breakfast?
Leave the country and open up shop as a WWJD bracelet maker in Tijuana?
Hmm. Speaking of, what would Jesus do in a case like
this? No, bad question. He wouldn’t have gotten himself in this mess to begin
with.
I noticed with some relief a ripped open condom
package on my nightstand. One of the ones Jodi had stuffed in a drawer one time
“just in case.” Thank god, even in my drunken blackout I’d still had the
wherewithal to be safe.
I tried to crawl out of bed, but at that moment the
sleeping Jamie rolled over, tossing a heavy arm over my body and pulling me
closer so I was spooned against him. I was stuck. Extremely comfortable, but
stuck.
I felt his hot breath warm my skin and tried to
think back to the night before. Damn it, why couldn’t I remember the hot sex
I’m sure we must have had? I bet it was incredible. He was incredible. Not that
I should be thinking about that. After all, he was taken. And not just kind-of
taken, but wedding-invitations-and-white-dress taken.
Oh my god, I was the other woman.
How ironic that I’d been out mourning the fact that
my father had cheated on my mother and had inadvertently helped some other guy
cheat on his fiancée. And not just any other guy, but my new coworker! How was
I supposed to work with him now? Would I have to go into Richard’s office and
beg for a new photographer to combat the awkward morning-after syndrome?
Mari Mancusi
used to wish she could become a vampire back in high school. But she ended up
in another blood sucking profession --journalism -- instead. Today she works as
a freelance TV producer and author of books for teens and adults. When not
writing about creatures of the night, Mari enjoys traveling, cooking, goth
clubbing, watching cheesy horror movies, and her favorite guilty
pleasure--videogames. A graduate of Boston University and a two time Emmy Award
winner, she lives in Austin, Texas with her husband Jacob, daughter Avalon and
dog Mesquite.
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