Diamonds and Dirt Roads
Billionaire in Blue Jeans, Book 1
Release Date January 26, 2018
A pretend relationship…within a pretend relationship.
Attorney Evan Stone knows every crazy stipulation in billionaire Rudy Carmichael’s will. After all, he wrote it. And he’s determined to make sure each one is fully met by Rudy’s triplet daughters. Even if that means dating the workaholic CEO, Ava. Or pretending to at least. And even if it means resisting the so-right-for-him-she’s-totally-wrong party girl, Cori.
Cori’s only got three things on her to do list from her dad:
• Move to Bliss, Kansas.
• Run his pie shop with her sisters for a year.
• No dating. For six months.
But stepping in for her sister when it’s clear that Ava and Evan aren’t fooling anyone with their “romance” isn’t really dating. And falling for her sister’s pretend boyfriend while pretending to be her sister…well, that’s ridiculous. No matter how real things feel whenever she and Evan are together.
What the hell was she doing?
Oh, yeah, playing a very dangerous came of pretend. Pretend to Be Crazy About the Guy You’re Crazy About While Pretending To Be Your Sister.
+Yeah, nothing could go wrong here.
But Cori pasted on a bright smile, then dialed it back about three notches so it was more like an Ava smile, and pushed her way through the swinging doors with Evan’s hand in hers.
“Hi, everybody,” she greeted, sounding exactly like Ava. It wasn’t like this was the first time they’d pretended to be one another. Switching Places was Chapter One in the How to Be An Identical Twin or Triplet handbook.
“Everyone, this is Ava,” Evan said, wrapping his big, warm arm around her waist and resting his hand possessively on her hip.
And Cori had to bite back a moan. Stripping off their shirts together had been spontaneous and she hadn’t thought of the consequences—like raging lust after seeing his chest and abs—before she’d done it. Which was typical. Thinking through consequences was not a strength of hers.
She caught Brynn’s eye. Her sister arched an eyebrow, but Cori knew she wouldn’t blow her cover.
“Ava, it’s very nice to meet you,” Diane said. “I know you’re busy. Thanks for coming to say hi.”
“Well, of course.” Cori thought for a second about hugging Diane. She was Evan’s mom for God’s sake. But Ava would never do that, so Cori held back. She turned her attention on Liz and stuck out her hand. Ava was definitely a hand shaker. “Hi.”
Liz took it with a polite, “Hello. I’m Liz. I’m an old friend of Evan’s.”
Uh-huh. This woman had slept with Evan. Somehow Cori knew that Evan had messed around with a lot of girls in Bliss. And Jill’s bestie was on that list. Liz had seen him naked. She’d had his hands on her… Cori tamped those thoughts down quickly. Clearly, it hadn’t meant anything. And Cori wasn’t the jealous type anyway.
And if she was going to be jealous of someone, it would be her sister, who, pretend or not, could be out here right now with Evan’s hand on her hip and his big, hard body pressed up against her side, and his soft cotton shirt caressing her skin and surrounding her with his scent in a horribly wonderfully distracting way.
“Nice to meet you,” Cori said, coolly and politely as Ava would.
“And this is Holly, Jill’s mom,” Evan said. Then he added, “The one I told you about.”
Ah. Evan wanted an Ava response to Holly and her earlier bitchiness. Cori had been surprised by how blatant the woman had been about her disapproval of Evan and her suspicion about his relationship with Ava.
Okay, truthfully, she was probably right to be suspicious if Evan really was the laid-back playboy that it seemed he was. And okay, there wasn’t really a relationship, so she was kind of right in that case. But the way she’d been all judgmental? And the way Evan’s own mom hadn’t stepped in? What the hell?
“Oh, yes, Mrs. Morris. I’m glad I have the opportunity to assure you that you don’t need to worry about Evan getting his sprinkles on anyone else around here. I intend to keep them all to myself from here on out.”
About the Author:
I’ve been reading romance since my mom first let me into her book cupboard when I was about fourteen. LaVyrle Spencer, Julie Garwood, Debbie Macomber… they took my ‘happily ever after’ ideas from animated princesses to real people in the real world.
I’ve been writing romance almost as long. Many a family car trip was spent with my head bent over a spiral notebook in the back seat. I’ll confess that my very first attempts at fiction were fantasy and paranormals, influenced by my father’s love of the Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the original Alice in Wonderland. If Harry Potter had been around, I’m sure he would have been on the bedtime story shelf as well.
But it wasn’t long until I started writing about true love and that’s where I’ve been ever since.
I’m so thrilled to be able to share these stories with you! I hope that they make you smile, sigh, maybe even choke up a little. Most of all, I hope that they help you believe in magical things like first kisses, the spark of passion, and the power of true love.