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Book Details:
Title and Author: Meeting Mr. Wright by Cassie Cross
Publication date: April 17th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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…
Excerpt:
“So,” he says,
rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans. “Are you going to tell me your
name?”
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.
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.”
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.
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?”
him. “It’s Callista. And your name is?”
“Nate.”
“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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
and shakes his head. The bartender walks away.
“Callie, I never do
this, but-”
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.
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.
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.
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.
come quickly enough.
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Meet the Author:
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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Website: http://www.cassiecross.com/
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