Title: Wanted
Author: Dee Palmer
Genre: Erotic Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: CLP
Release Date: March 30, 2017
Synopsis
I waited ten years for the right guy, then four come along at once.
I wasn’t even looking for my Mr Right. I thought I’d found him and he was just waiting for that perfect moment to pop the question. When the time came it was far from perfect The event left me a humiliated, broken-hearted mess.
Still, a person would have to be batshit crazy to do what I’ve done, or I’m about to do.
I’m Orange County bound with all my worldly possessions crammed into five suitcases and an agreement to marry one of four complete strangers.
I just don’t know which one of the four men it’s going to be.
No need to panic.
I have a whole month to make my decision. Who would do such a thing? No sane woman that’s for sure, but then with a name like Seraphim, I was never going to normal.
Hi, you can call me Finn.
Excerpt
“Stay, Finn…please,” she mutters, her fat lip wobbling.
She’s killing me.
“I can’t, Hope” I shake my head and the heaviness in my
heart, the sadness I feel is a fraction of the sorrow I have endured and she
knows this. “I wasted ten years of my life with a man who had no intention of
marrying me H, and he even took delight in humiliating me about that fact in
front of all my friends. He made me feel utterly worthless and now...” I
stutter and draw in a fortifying breath, “I have these men and one of them
promised to marry me. I get to choose…me, I—” I clamp my mouth shut at my apocalyptic
fuck-up.
“Men?” she snaps.
“Man, I meant man.” I wave my hand to dismiss my seemingly
silly mistake,
“You said men,” Hope corrects and then gasps. “Finn you
didn’t answer that advert?” Her hands fly to her mouth, eyes like saucers and
we both suck in a shocked breath.
“I…I…—” I can’t construct a sentence. She steps up to me and
interrupts so I don’t have to. I wish she didn’t.
“That’s who you’ve been talking to so secretively these last
three months every spare minute. That’s what all this gym shit you’ve been
dragging me to morning, noon, and night for the last three months has been all
about. It’s because you need to be fit enough to take on four guys?” She stares
at me and her mouth is open so wide it’s comical, but I’m not laughing. I’m
waiting for the scream, the howl of judgement to rain down on my slutty arse. I
draw in a breath and brace.
“Yes.” I tip my chin and time comes to a halt…and continues
to halt I frown at my friend, the statue. Her wide emerald eyes are fixed and
focused, though I’m not sure on what. I wave my hand in from of her face but
she doesn’t flinch. Is it possible to be catatonic standing up?
“Hope? Are you okay? You’re kind of freaking me out.” I look
around to see if anyone else is observing my friend’s weird behaviour, but no
one is paying us any attention. Well, other than the parking officer who is
scowling between Dolly and the No Waiting sign. “Hope!” I hiss a little loud,
and she blinks and gives a full body shudder, regaining her senses.
“Four guys?” she asks with a degree of aw in her tone.
I hesitate but answer.
“Yes.”
“At one time?” She arches a brow and her lips begin to curl
into a wicked smirk.
“Not necessarily. We haven’t actually gone over the
logistics,” I reply, a little straight-laced given the topic, but we’re hardly
in a secret-sharing environment.
“But they wanted a twenty year old?”
Her incredulous face pisses me off and I place my hands on
my hips and tip my chin, my tone is a little on the defensive side.
“Well, they got a mid-to-late twenty-year-old, that has
worked her arse to knock the last several years off her clock…literally.” I
straighten my back and subtly tighten my tummy in lieu of drawing in an obvious
slimming breath.
“Oh babe, you do. You look smoking hot don’t worry about
that.” She pats my arms and flashes her best friend reassuring smile. “No. You
need to worry more about the fact that you don’t have enough holes, because
babe, that’s something you can’t fix at the gym.” She bites her lip to hold in
her trademark filthy laugh, but I crack first and she’s quick to follow. She
throws back her head, full on belly aching, dirty laughter falling from her
lips, eyes streaming, shaking her head. “Oh my God, you’re going to be kept
busy around the cock.” She doubles over at her own joke and waves me down
because I think she has another. “They’re in the Forces right? They’re going to
want everything to run like cockwork.”
“Okaaaay then, are we finished?” I pat her back as she
attempts to regain her composure.
“Sorry. So sorry…too tempting, but you’re right, you have a
flight to catch…the cock is ticking. No time to be dicking around now.” She
snorts out another laugh.
“Hope.” I sigh.
“Look, Finn. I still think you’re batshit insane, but if you
have to go crazy at least you’ll have lots of nuts to keep you company.” She
pulls me in for a final hug, but I can see she’s genuinely smiling, and her
face is a little wet from her tears, but her expression doesn’t hold any
anxiousness or tension. There’s a little worry, but that’s understandable.
Maybe I should’ve told her sooner. “I just want you to promise to do one thing
for me.” She clears her throat and her tone is soft but serious.
“What’s that?” I ask and wait with bated breath for her to
tell me what she’ll need from me to ease her mind, and if it’s anything within
my power. She hesitates a moment before her shoulders start to shake.
“Pictures…I want lots of pictures.” She snickers some more.
“I’m gone. I’ll call you when I land.” I turn on my heel and
start to push the half-tonne trolley away from my best, but annoying friend.
“With pictures!” she calls after me.
“Sure, with pictures.” I turn my back to the trolley, so I’m
facing her but pushing the beast up the ramp, away from the cars.
“You go, girl. Take one for the team! Oh wait, no. Take four
with the team!” she shouts over the entire departures drop-off area, with the
volume of a crowd control foghorn.
About the Author
Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won't. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with 'sing like no-one's listening' and I know my family actually wish they weren't listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn't stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfill a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience. Amazon Best seller in Erotic Romance category and short listed for Erotic Author Guild Best Breakthrough Author and Best Series for The Choices Trilogy in 2015..it's been a pretty fantastic first year!
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