From New York Times bestselling author Penelope
Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up
Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to
forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him.
Then again, anything sounds like a good idea
when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be
just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading
thirteen years of pent-up emotions.
I didn’t think he’d call me back.
I certainly could never have anticipated the
weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the
man he’d become.
Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten
me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him,
but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own
secrets.
Over the countless hours we talked on the
phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I
did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked
a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring
two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake.
A complete STANDALONE.
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EXCERPT
Copyright © 2017 By Penelope Ward
After
that evening, I hadn’t heard back from him for a few days.
Then,
one night, a text came in from the same phone number I recognized as Landon’s.
It was the first time he’d texted me.
I looked
down to find he’d sent a photo.
I
gasped.
It was a
heavily tatted man set against the backdrop of the ocean at sunset. Oh, my. It was him—a selfie.
Fuck. Me. He was beautiful.
I
wouldn’t have even known it was Landon were it not for the blue eyes I
recognized instantly. The shaggy, caramel hair I remembered from the past was
now a darker shade of brown and shorter, cropped closer to his head. His arms
and his chest were inked, his body so perfect that if I squinted, it almost
resembled carved stone.
I
couldn’t stop looking at him. My eyes wanted nothing more than to explore the
ridges and valleys of his stunning body.
Was this a cruel joke?
This was
not Landon!
But, it was.
With my
thumb and middle finger, I kept zooming in and out, examining the details of
the ink across his chest and on his arms. There was really nothing sexier than
a guy with perfect arms and a full sleeve tattoo.
Even
though his lips seemed fuller than I recalled, they still curved into a familiar
grin that oozed confidence. The eyes and that smile were the only traces of the
boy I remembered. I wished I could’ve leapt through the screen to smell him,
touch him.
“Hi,
Landon,” I whispered, for a brief moment talking to the boy inside, not the man
in front of me.
This
Landon was the polar opposite of the Ivy League yuppie image previously in my
head. The only thing the man pictured might have majored in was badassery. He
looked like a rockstar, a rule breaker, displaying a sense of arousing danger—someone
who must have had women from all walks of life drooling over him for the sheer
fact that either they couldn’t have him or shouldn’t
have him. It suddenly became clear why, as he’d alluded to, a woman might have
been begging him for sex. That made me wonder if he had any secret tattoos in
spots I wasn’t allowed to see.
God.
A fire
was burning inside of me, and I knew it was my crush exploding into a
full-blown obsession.
A
self-conscious feeling came over me. If I was scared to show him a picture of
myself before, now I was really hesitant.
The
message that went along with the photo simply read:
Now show me you.Author Links: Facebook Fan Group | Facebook | Website |Twitter | Instagram
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