Meeting Mr. Wright by Cassie Cross
Publication date: April 17th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Publication date: April 17th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Callie Kirkpatrick promised herself she’d never fall in love again.
After
catching her boyfriend Ethan cheating on her, Callie decides to retire
from the dating game at the ripe old age of twenty-four. Unfortunately
for Callie, she’s going to have to see Ethan at her best friend’s
upcoming wedding. Stranded in the airport during a weather delay on her
way to the nuptials, Callie meets Nate Wright. He’s
sexy and uncomplicated, and a one-night stand is just what the doctor
ordered for a girl with a broken heart. Callie thinks she’ll never see
Nate again —until he shows up at the wedding.
Nate is hell-bent on making Callie forget about her ex, and he makes her question whether she was ever really in love with Ethan at all. As she begins to fall for Nate, Callie wonders if promises were meant to be broken…
Nate is hell-bent on making Callie forget about her ex, and he makes her question whether she was ever really in love with Ethan at all. As she begins to fall for Nate, Callie wonders if promises were meant to be broken…
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Excerpt
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“So,”
he says, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans. “Are you
going to tell me your name?”
For
a split second I consider making one up, but even though he’s a
complete stranger, it feels wrong to want to lie to him.
“Callie.
My name is Callie.”
“Short
for…” He draws out the ‘r’ as he searches for a name to
guess. “Calliope?” He seems really proud of himself for thinking
of another name, and it’s disarmingly cute.
“Good
guess,” I tell him. “It’s Callista. And your name is?”
“Nate.”
“Short
for…Michael?” It’s an idiotic thing to say, but he laughs
anyway.
“It’s
nice to meet you, Callie.” My name sounds like heaven when he says
it, and he takes my hand in his. His palm is a little rough, and I
imagine what it would feel like sliding across the small of my back.
“It’s
nice to meet you, too,” I say. For a very brief moment, I think
about asking him where he’s headed, but I decide against it.
One-night stands aren’t supposed to get invested, and I don’t
even want to know the slightest bit about his personal life,
including where he’s from or where he’s going. I wish there was a
way for me to turn off my mind and think with my vagina. Sex should
be easy, but my brain has a way of complicating things.
“I
was pissed when my flight got canceled, but now…” Nate says,
looking down at our fingers which are loosely entwined. Somewhere in
the back of my head I know that he’s playing me, but I don’t
care. I just really don’t care.
When
he looks up, I catch his gaze, and we look at each other for a very
long time. Butterflies circle my stomach, flapping their wings
against my insides, and I feel like it might kill me to look away
from him. It’s been forever since someone has made me feel this
way, and I want to keep feeling it. I’m trying to figure out a way
to ask him upstairs to my room without sounding like I’m asking him
upstairs to my room. I’m such a failure at casual sex.
Thankfully
the bartender interrupts my frenzied thoughts when he walks over and
asks if we’d like another round.
“No,”
I reply softly, still looking at Nate. His face falls with
disappointment for just a split second before understanding lights
his eyes.
He
holds up has hand and shakes his head. The bartender walks away.
“Callie,
I never do this, but-”
“I
have a room,” I say, interrupting him to keep him from finishing
that sentence. Because ‘I never do this’ is the kind of thing
that people who typically do this a lot tend to say. And I’m okay
with that, really. But I don’t want to hear it.
“Okay.”
Nate flashes a smile as he stands up and takes my hand, threading his
fingers through mine. Then, he slings his duffle bag over his
shoulder and leads me out of the bar.
We
make our way through the crowded terminal to the hotel, looking at
each other every few steps and grinning like a couple of fools.
The
elevator can’t come quickly enough.
AUTHOR BIO:
Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives
outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes.
Cassie's fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the
inspiration for most of her stories, and when she's not busy writing a
book, you'll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love
of 80′s sitcoms.
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