Series: Seven Brides for Seven Mothers #1
Publication date: September 15th, 2020
Synopsis:
Who doesn't want their mom to play Cupid?
Addison Cooper had planned on an all-expense paid vacation to the Cayman Islands to celebrate her most recent business success. Instead, she's trekking to the outback of Oregon to help a friend of her mother's.
Reclusive novelist Brogan Cavanaugh's new thriller just hit the New York Times Best Seller list. To reward himself, he was planning to spend the summer at his family's fishing cabin until his mom unexpectedly calls in a favor.
Even though moms Libby and Ruby have been best friends since they were college roommates, Addison and Brogan have barely spent time in each other's company. And when they did, things didn't go well.
How will they react when they start to suspect their interfering mothers are setting them up?
Find out in this deliciously funny rom-com about mothers who really do know best and the children who don't know they need them.
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Excerpt
"Take your clothes off and jump in," he invites with a flirtatious intonation that causes me to stagger backwards.
The glorious bronzed god in front of me is none other than Brogan Cavanaugh. And he's naked. Ho-lee heck. I should dispel him of the notion that I'm here to join him, but darn if I can force a sound out of the constricting column of my throat.
"Come on, I won't bite."
My traitor of a brain says, "What if I want you to?" Thank goodness I don't say that out loud.
Brogan stands up in the water and walks toward me lithe as a jungle cat. I can either run, which is the logical thing to do, or I can stay put and see what happens. As much as I want to flee, my legs don't seem to get the message.
The closer he gets, the more my stomach feels like it's ground zero to an attack of warring butterfly armies. For some reason, I visualize them wearing little helmets and carrying spears.
Brogan finally seems to realize he's only wearing his birthday suit and turns around to grab his pants, "What a butt!" the devil on my shoulder exclaims. I wait for the angel on my other shoulder to talk some sense, but she doesn't. Instead, she agrees, "Yummy!"
"I'm surprised to see you out here," Brogan calls out. He has one pant leg on and the other still dangling in the air.
"Why wouldn't you expect to see me here?"
He pulls up his khakis and looks around. "I know how much you hated camping and thought maybe that extended to all of nature," he says teasingly.
"I go outside every day in New York," I tell him. I'm not going to let him get my goat.
"Yeah, but outside in New York City isn't really nature. Traffic backed up for miles, horns honking, bustling sidewalks, that's not the great outdoors."
"Have you heard of Central Park?" I ask doing nothing to hide the annoyance in my voice.
"Do you spend any time there?"
About the Author:
Whitney loves to laugh, play with her kids, bake, and eat french fries -- not always in that order.
Whitney is a multi-award-winning author of romcoms, non-fiction humor, and middle reader fiction. Basically, she writes whatever the voices in her head tell her to.
She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her husband, Jimmy, where they raise children, chickens, and organic vegetables.
Gold Medal winner at the International Readers' Favorite Awards, 2017.
Silver Medal winner at the International Readers' Favorite Awards, 2015, 2016.
Finalist RONE Awards, 2016.
Finalist at the IRFA 2016, 2017.
Finalist at the Book Excellence Awards, 2017.
Finalist Top Shelf Indie Book Awards, 2017.
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