REBOUND WITH ME
“Just give me the summer. You can go back to playing it safe with boring men in September.”
There are bad ideas and there are good bad ideas.
My former fiancé banging someone else—that was a bad idea.
A good girl having her first-ever one night stand with the bad boy stranger she just met in a liquor store?
Awesome bad idea.
When I find out my one night stand was looking for revenge, I should run—far away.
But I don’t…because rebounding with Vince is the most awesome bad idea ever.
Do I want to help him get back at our exes?
Oh.
Hell.
Yes.
I want to help him get back at my ex—hard. With wild abandon. All night long.
That awesome bad idea leads to the best summer of my life with Vince Devlin—the best guy I’ve ever met.
Could this hot summer fling turn out to be the real thing?
COME BACK TO BED
Dear grouchy neighbor:
I’m considering your offer and need clarification before proceeding.
Despite being an artist, I think you know that as a busy New Yorker, I am also practical and straightforward.
That said, I need to make sure you know that this could never turn into anything serious.
I don’t care if you’re trying to get over your ex-girlfriend or hoping she’ll eventually want to get back together with you—just don’t project your messy feelings about her onto me.
Because, despite your resemblance to an underwear model, I won’t be falling for you. Ever.
Yours, with clear boundaries,
Bernadette
p.s. I’d like to be very clear that regardless of whether or not we do this, nothing will change my feelings for your dog (and we both know she loves me too).
Dear nutty neighbor:
As a lawyer, I must clarify that I never made an offer.
It was a suggestion regarding the possibility of a non-permanent, no-strings-attached arrangement between two consenting adults whose beds are separated by a wall.
As a man who shares your disdain for messy feelings, I applaud your confidence in your ability to not fall for me. Hold on to that.
I’d also like to make it clear that I don’t care if you want to get over your crush on your boss or if you still hope he’ll realize you’re the woman of his dreams.
That said, I definitely wasn’t thinking about my ex-girlfriend when I kissed you in the laundry room, and I’m quite sure you weren’t thinking about your boss.
As a dog daddy, I'm glad you're so taken with my girl. But if you try to steal her I will get all Liam Neeson up in your pretty face.
As a busy New Yorker, I think clear boundaries are hot.
I have one hour free to blow your mind tonight.
So turn off Netflix, put down that glass of wine, and let’s do this.
Yours for now, Matt
TONIGHT YOU'RE MINE
Maybe it’s a good thing if we only have tonight. I don’t know that my body could even handle much more of this. But then again - before tonight, was this body of mine ever truly alive?
The first time I saw Chase McKay at a bar, I thought I’d met the man of my dreams—I just didn’t recall the man of my dreams looking like the lead singer of a grunge band. Then as soon his friend showed up, Chase bolted like I was his worst nightmare.
The second time I see him in a bar, I can tell by the look in his eyes that we both regretted his choice that first night. He has no idea that I’ll be showing up at his office tomorrow.
I don’t want to make things any more complicated than they already are, but I do want him like nobody’s business.
Tomorrow we’ll deal with the fact that Chase, his best friend and I will be working together.
Tonight, he’s mine.
THE PLUS ONES
One Caribbean couples-only resort. Six friends who want to escape Brooklyn in the dead of winter. Two married couples. Two single fakers who hate each other’s freaking guts even though they accidentally made out once a million years ago, and now they have to share a freaking bed.
Love changes people.
I’ve seen what true love has done for my friends, and I want it for myself.
Somehow, I’m the only single guy left in our circle.
Somehow, Roxy Freaking Carter is the only single girl.
It’s the dead of winter.
Our best friends are planning a getaway at a couples-only resort in the Caribbean, and I refuse to be left out in the cold.
All Roxy and I have to do is pretend we don’t despise each other for one week, in a room with only one bed, so we can spend some much-needed time with our favorite people.
We’ve been pretending we didn’t make out that one time at a wedding, so we both know how good we are at pretending.
All I have to do is convince Roxy that I’m not dying to kiss her again.
