Series: Bellerive Royals #1
Publication date: February 16th, 2022
Cover Design: Naila Qamber Designs
Synopsis:
Posey Jensen is a friend collector, boyfriend avoider, and thrill seeker. When someone posts in a group chat looking for a wedding date to Bermuda, Posey jumps on the chance to prove to a new friend that she's the reigning queen of adventure. But even she's not prepared for Brent Faulkner: Olympic swimmer, Northern University star, and the only guy she's ever thirsted after.
Brent Faulkner has a +1 for his friend's wedding he can't fill--and zero desire for another relationship. He's married to his sport, and girlfriends are never happy mistresses. When he posts in Northern University's group chat seeking a seat filler, someone named Jensen replies, and Brent figures a bros weekend will be just what he needs.
Little does he know, Jensen is Posey Jensen, and she's diving into his life to change his priorities forever.
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Excerpt
My phone chimes in my hand with a text from Monica.
Check the group chat I sent you. A sweet weekend away.
Opening the chat, I scroll to the post from a BF with a Captain America avatar. Inside I release an ugh before I read the post.
Weekend wedding in Bermuda. Flight leaves at 10 pm. Back Monday at noon. Looking for my +1. Those with drama need not apply. Pay own flight. Hotel is all inclusive.
Instead of texting Monica back, I hit call and press the phone to my ear. She'll be in the car with her boyfriend, but I'm not replying to this post. The guy sounds like an idiot.
"Do it," Monica says when she answers.
"Two initials and a Captain America avatar? He's going to be the worst. A sleazy, misogynistic jerk."
Monica cackles over the phone. "You're judging that hard over initials and an avatar?"
"Those with drama need not apply," I say. "He might as well scrawl 'I've got issues' at the end of his post."
"Oh, I see what it's like," Monica says. "You're all talk."
"What?" I sit up straighter on the couch.
"In class you were all 'I seek adventure' and 'my extravert-loving heart,' but when an opportunity drops in your lap, you're not taking it?" She tsks. "Something better than a trip to Bermuda come up?"
"I have to pay for my flight."
"That's a bonus--you can leave early if he really is a sleazy jerk." She hums over the phone. "Never mind. Someone else replied. I gotta go. Devon doesn't like it when I talk on the phone when he's driving. He wants his tunes cranked."
"Have a good weekend," I say again before hanging up.
I click into the chat and stare at the exchange of messages. Shared hotel room, but separate beds.
They're still hashing out details.
I'll come.
I send the response before I can second-guess myself.
The bubbles pop up under my response.
DM'd you.
In my private messages, I find a picture of flight details and a link to purchase. Other girl was wasting my time. If you're serious, book this and screenshot as a reply.
Once I'm on the airline page, I grab the credit card that my parents still pay out of my wallet. There have to be some perks to being abandoned on a long weekend. I don't allow my brain to engage as I type in all my details and press on the pay now button. While the payment processes, a brief shot of panic spikes in me. This guy could be anyone, and not in a good way.
A boarding pass appears on my screen and a thank you for my payment.
God, that was expensive. It's a good thing he's paying for everything else. At least I can justify it to my parents that way.
I screenshot the transaction and send it to BF in our private chat. He sends me another picture of the hotel name and location. Immediately, I save it to my phone, and then I text it to Monica.
In case he's a murderer. This is where I'm supposed to be for the weekend.
Monica responds immediately with an LOL and heart eyes. One of us is a bad influence, and I'm starting to think it's not me.
When I click back over to the chat with BF, he's left another message.
I'll text you at the airport. Glad you're a dude. So tired of the drama!
I frown at the message. He thinks I'm a dude? Why would he think I'm a guy? On my chat profile, the other shoe drops. My avatar is a J in Bellerive blue, and the only name visible is my last one: Jensen.
My fingers hover over my keyboard. I've already paid for my flight. Do I tell him I'm a drama-rama girl or leave him to be surprised at the airport?
My lips twist into a smile.
See you tonight!
About the Author:
W. Million is a Watty Award winner whose contemporary romances about strong women and troubled men have captivated her loyal readers. She is the author of the romantic suspense series The Donaghey Brothers, the NA sports romance Saving Us, and the contemporary second chance romance, When Stars Fall.
When not writing, Wendy enjoys spending time in or around the water. She lives in Ontario, Canada with two beautiful daughters, two cute pooches, and one handsome husband (who is grateful she doesn't need two of those).
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