Book Description Provided by Goodreads:
When Emma Anderson arrived at San Francisco International Airport, she regretted accepting the distinction of being the maid of honor to Gaby’s—her childhood friend—wedding. It had been years since the last time she set foot in Menlo Park, where her parents had been killed. The rug where she had been shoving her feelings since that day looked bumpier than a camel’s hump. Who could blame her; if she hadn’t been selfish they’d still be around. Ever since that fateful day, Emma has been perfecting the knack of Getting By.
Cade’s wedding in Menlo Park—a city close to San Francisco—might be the perfect place for Jake Knight to shake the memories of his ex, Emma Anderson for good. Single, available women galore for an entire week was the perfect medication, one he intended to take three times a day for an entire week to return to his player days. It was a plan the former spy thought flawless until he came face to face with the maid of honor. Jake’s perfect retreat turns into a flight, fight or hide week of celebrations.
Cade’s wedding in Menlo Park—a city close to San Francisco—might be the perfect place for Jake Knight to shake the memories of his ex, Emma Anderson for good. Single, available women galore for an entire week was the perfect medication, one he intended to take three times a day for an entire week to return to his player days. It was a plan the former spy thought flawless until he came face to face with the maid of honor. Jake’s perfect retreat turns into a flight, fight or hide week of celebrations.
Excerpt:
Nights meant sleep and dreams—my archenemies. The Crowley to my Dean
Winchester, the Green Goblin to my Spider-man, the list of superheroes and their opposites
was long, and so became the analogies I used on a daily basis. My lack of sleep began with
Dad and his conditions for me to continue my art. Then came my parents' deaths. Those took a
toll on me because I mixed dreams with realities and hopes. Not once did I have a nightmare,
all of them were sweet and real. Seeing Mom and Dad on those nights filled my gut with nails,
and my head pounded with the reminder that they were gone the next morning. Those had been
merely fantasies that would never become a reality.
For the past three months I had been evading sleep and working overtime, over the
overtime. The dreams of elevators, trips to sophisticated-secluded spots after a week of work
and delicious nights with a man who I was required to forget in order to move on, came daily—
nightly. They not only hit me with vengeance, but they came tangled with what humans liked to
call hope. The urge to crawl inside myself to avoid the need of his touch, kisses and whatever
it was that we had not long ago, consumed me. If I had the powers to morph into an animal,
it’d be a sea turtle and I’d stay inside my shell for the next hundred years. Past the stage of
melancholy and into the real world, I pushed my body outside of the bed and into the shower,
where I got ready to face the Clements and the house next door.
About the Author:
Claudia lives in Colorado with her family and three dogs. Two beagles who believe they are human, and a bichon who thinks she’s a beagle. While managing life, she works as a CFO at a small IT Company. She’s a dreamer who enjoys music, laughter and a good story.
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