With everyone hiding something, it may be difficult to decide who’s in it to win her heart and who’s out to destroy her.
“Are you looking for someone?”
I finished my scan of the room and my eyes landed on the handsome stranger next to me. Was I looking for someone? No. I’d been so angry for so long. I wasn’t looking for someone. I was looking for something.
Something spontaneous and meaningless. Something that would be my little secret. I needed my own secret.
I looked into his eyes. They were so dark. I could get lost in dark, murky eyes like that. “No.”
“That’s too bad.” “I’m not sure that it is. I thought maybe I wasn’t looking any more because I’d just found him.”
Two heads are better than one.
One author by another name.
One diabolical plotting genius.
Join forces to write romance that, if not under a pen name, would put their mothers into early graves and leave their husbands scratching their heads.