Synopsis
Whoever said singles were missing out by not finding true
love and getting married before the age of thirty had never experienced the
sheer pleasure of nightly romantic comedy viewings in their underwear while
eating one of Licked’s famous Crazy Cat Lady sundaes. Because life just doesn’t
get better than that.
At least, it doesn’t for Shayne Callahan. It didn’t take
more than a handful of broken hearts after college to solidify that she was
better at pairing up those around her than herself. As a matchmaker at the
elite HLS—Hook, Line, & Sinker Matchmaking Company—in the City of Angels,
she has a knack for finding the other halves of even the most eccentric
clients:
Sugar daddy with a foot fetish? Gross, but no problem.
A severe case of nudophobia? Match made before lunch.
But even the most happily independent of women can find
their best-laid plans screeching to a halt when they meet that guy. For Shayne,
that guy comes in the form of boyishly handsome, suspender-lovin’,
dimple-poppin’ Nate Ryan on a pantsless (we’ll get to that later) Metro ride.
Of course, relationships can never be easy. Before the
destined lovers can ride off into the sunset, they must overcome a power-hungry
and sexual-punning boss, a celebrity scandal and cover-up, and let’s not forget
Shayne’s dreadful foot-in-mouth disease—with which there can never be a happily
ever after.
Will fate throw Shayne a freakin’ bone? Or will she be
destined to live out her life as sexy(ish), single(ish), and L.A.’s finest
Hooker (upper)?
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Excerpt
“Hi,” I managed to say. Nate nodded toward my legs. “Your
pants are making me hungry.” Aaaand that was the point where I stopped
breathing. Except to say, “What?” His eyes trailed down my body and rested on
my thighs. Self-conscious, I looked down, almost sighing with relief when I
realized my lower half was indeed covered this time, but that feeling went away
pretty fucking fast when I saw the ice cream cones on my pajama pants
practically flinging themselves at him. Yes, I’d gone out in public in pajamas,
so sue me. I hadn’t counted on running into…well, anybody. “Oh. Oh yeah, um…I
like ice cream,” I mumbled. “Especially from Licked, my friend Ryleigh’s store,
although I have to say, her boozy shakes are unreal, especially the Make Me
Quake Shake, which has these amazing pieces of those Ferrero Rocher balls in
them, and they just give it the perfect amount of crunch so that you—” I
stopped and took a breath when I noticed his grin getting wider. I swallowed
and then said, “Not that I go there all the time or anything. Because I don’t.
I mean, I’ve only been once or twice. You know…to taste test. Actually, I never
eat sweets.” He laughed then, and those penetrating eyes, tinged with more
green than brown today, made their way up my body once more, pausing with what
looked like amusement at my full hands. Then his gaze was on me and those
dimples were out in full force. “That’s too bad,” he said. “I’ve got a helluva
sweet tooth.” Wait…was he flirting with me? Was that a come-on? Or just stating
a fact? “Yeah, well, in that case your dentist probably hates you,” I said,
readjusting the cold-ass meals in my arms. I’d be damned if I let those suckers
go now. I’d tied my jacket around my waist, and my thin tank top would reveal a
tit-bit more than I needed him to see. He chuckled at that. Hmm. He had a nice
chuckle. And a husky laugh. Both of which made my eyes zoom in on his throat. I
wondered if it was as warm as it looked. He must’ve caught me staring, because
he coughed, bringing my attention back to his face. His eyes were twinkling
something wicked. “You might be right about that,” he said. “Maybe I don’t like
people telling me what to do. Or dictating what I can and can’t put in my
mouth.” My mouth dropped open, but I quickly snapped it shut. This guy was obviously
a charmer, and after dealing with guys like him all day, the last thing I would
do was fall prey to another arrogant playboy. Nope. Not me. Not gonna happen.
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About The Author
You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time
she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4
a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except
for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie
pajamas. She is the author of the international bestselling romantic comedy
series, L.A. Liaisons (“Licked” and “Hooker), as well as Flash Point and The
Desperate Man series. The latter, co-authored with Ella Frank, has scarred her
conservative Southern family for life, bless their hearts. If you’d like to get
in touch with her, she’s easy to find - just keep an ear out for the Rick
Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for ten years.
Licked (L.A. Liaisons, #1)
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