Title: Hooker (L.A. Liaisons, #2)
Author: Brooke Blaine
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 9, 2016
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 Lickedβs famous Crazy Cat Lady sundaes. Because life just doesnβt get better than that.
At least, it doesnβt for Shayne Callahan. It didnβt 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 HLSβHook, Line, & Sinker Matchmaking Companyβin 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-lovinβ, dimple-poppinβ Nate Ryan on a pantsless (weβll 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 letβs not forget Shayneβs dreadful foot-in-mouth diseaseβwith which there can never be a happily ever after.
Will fate throw Shayne a freakinβ bone? Or will she be destined to live out her life as sexy(ish), single(ish), and L.A.βs finest Hooker (upper)?
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Excerpt
βHi,β I managed to say.
Nate nodded toward my legs. βYour pants are making me hungry.β
Aaaand that was the point where I stopped breathing. Except to say, βWhat?β
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, Iβd gone out in public in pajamas, so sue me. I hadnβt counted on running intoβ¦well, anybody.
βOh. Oh yeah, umβ¦I like ice cream,β I mumbled. βEspecially from Licked, my friend Ryleighβs 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 youββ I stopped and took a breath when I noticed his grin getting wider. I swallowed and then said, βNot that I go there all the time or anything. Because I donβt. I mean, Iβve only been once or twice. You knowβ¦to taste test. Actually, I never eat sweets.β
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.
βThatβs too bad,β he said. βIβve got a helluva sweet tooth.β
Waitβ¦was he flirting with me? Was that a come-on? Or just stating a fact?
βYeah, well, in that case your dentist probably hates you,β I said, readjusting the cold-ass meals in my arms. Iβd be damned if I let those suckers go now. Iβd 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 mustβve caught me staring, because he coughed, bringing my attention back to his face. His eyes were twinkling something wicked.
βYou might be right about that,β he said. βMaybe I donβt like people telling me what to do. Or dictating what I can and canβt put in my mouth.β
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 βquiet time.β 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 (βLickedβ and βHooker), 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 youβd like to get in touch with her, sheβs easy to find – just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone thatβs dominated her cell phone for ten years.
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