So when I was asked to write a blog post for The (YA) Bookcase, I thought to myself…YA? I mean, I love YA, but can I appeal to readers of YA? Sure, a few of my kids’ friends read To Katie With Love while it was still in edits, and they all loved it. And one of the girls in my critique group was a teenager, and she had nothing but praise for the story. So I figured the book must appeal to a younger audience, but me? I haven’t been accused of being young anything in years. I’m someone’s mom. And the young adults hanging around my house usually stick to the whispering until I’ve left the room. So when I sat down to tackle this post, I figured the best way to go about it was to step outside of myself and let my character do the talking. She’s much younger than I, and still has her finger on the pulse of youth. I’ll let her get straight to the point and share her thoughts on love, life, and being a young adult.
Katie James, obsessive romance novel fanatic, and relationship phobic banker, at your service. I may not be a young adult anymore—today’s my 29th birthday—but I don’t really feel that old. In fact, I feel pretty young and naïve most of the time. Phil—he’s my boss—he thinks I’m a total novice about most everything, and I need more life experience.
I know it probably sounds pathetic, but I’ve come to the sad conclusion that books are far better than boyfriends. Not that I don’t love men—believe me I do—but unlike guys, books have never once let me down. They never say they’re going to call me back just to leave me hanging. They never tell me my butt looks big in my favorite pair of jeans. And they absolutely never leave me lonely on a Saturday night.
Silvia—she’s like a second mom to me—says I spend too much time obsessing over my books and not enough time in the real world. She’s probably right. But she also knows the only guy I’m even remotely interested in, and we both know he’s completely off limits.
Why? Because he’s my client. And the first rule of being a grown up is never get involved with a client. Or never go to bed without brushing your teeth and washing off your make-up. It’s one or the other. But still…my resolve is hanging by a thread here. Especially since Mr. Off Limits himself, Cooper Maxwell just showed up.
The man is deliciously tall, dark, and handsome, and just the slightest tip of his lips makes my knees go weak. And if he speaks? I’m done for. His voice drips of honey and sex—I may as well just hand over the keys to my heart. He completely owns me.
So I guess the moral of the story is life is going to throw curve balls at you. You just have to know when to duck. As for me? I got hit right in the side of the head with that pitch. What was I saying about books? Let’s just forget about that and concentrate on the flesh and blood guy in front of me.
And sure, Vicky keeps telling me he has secrets…but who doesn’t have secrets? I have secrets. Well, I would if I did anything remotely interesting. So what do I do? Do I listen to my heart and take the plunge? Risk my heart, and possibly my life, getting involved with a guy who could possibly have a few skeletons in his closet? Or run, screaming into the night and hide under my blankets with my imaginary cat?
It’s times like these I wish I had a few trusted girl friends to confide in. But I’m stuck with this group. And they give out the absolute worst advice ever.
I can already tell it’s going to be an interesting night.
Banker Katie James has a serious thing for romance novels. She’d almost rather settle for a fictional boyfriend than risk her heart on a flesh-and-blood man. Besides, the onlyreal guy she’s remotely interested in is her rich, unattainable client, the mysterious Cooper Maxwell.
Looking less like the ultra-conservative man she knows and more like a drop-dead sexy character from one of her books, Cooper crashes Katie’s 29th birthday party. But one too many drinks lands Katie in uncharted territory… Cooper’s bedroom!
Drunk on love, Katie dives headfirst into the relationship only to discover that Cooper is keeping secrets… dangerous ones. As if things couldn’t get worse, her meddling mother makes a surprise visit, digging up a whole new set of problems.
Who would have guessed having an assassin for a boyfriend would be the least of her worries?
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