An all-new Romantic Comedy is out now from author Melia Alexander, and I have an excerpt for you. It features a photographer visiting Europe for the first time with the expectation that her Special Forces brother would be on leave to travel with her. But when his best friend gets off the plane instead of her brother, all bets are off for a relaxing sight-seeing vacation. Hilarity and warmth, plus a whole lot of sexy shenanigans, are in store as these two opposites trek across new terrains.
Martine made a tsking sound. “You two.” She pointed a finger between Zandra and Blake. “You must iron out your differences before you get married. I promise it will make your lives go smoother.”
Married? Zandra whipped her gaze towards Blake. “We’re not—”
“—there’s not a chance.” He vehemently shook his head. “I’ve got things I need to do.”
“That’s right. And I’ve got plans, too. I’m just starting my photography career, and that’s going to take a lot of travel and a lot of time. I couldn’t possibly—” Married? She and Blake married?
“I’m going to law school as soon as my mom finishes medical school,” Blake said.
“—that’s right,” Zandra chimed in.
“Do you know how much time that’s going to take?”
Zandra nodded her agreement. “It’s a lot of time.”
“—which means I’m going to stay put in one place—”
“—while I travel all over the world for my photography job,” she added.
“And I’d never ask her to give up her dream, either.”
“—not that I would.”
“It wouldn’t work.” Blake crossed his arms.
“Nope, it wouldn’t.”
“It’s impossible,” they said in unison.
That’s right. It was impossible. That was the most important take-away from this experience. Anybody could see that.
“Interesting,” Jacques tapped his fingers on a counter and grinned, his gaze darting between Zandra and Blake.
“Anything is possible,” Martine added. “Look at me and Jacques. We were children, fighting over fire trucks and dolls, and then, we became good friends, even when I went to university in London, then one day, nature took its course until, here we are now.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not that simple,” Zandra insisted. Her heart might want one thing, but her brain knew better. She had her life to live, had to call the shots for it. Nowhere in the script was there anything about Blake.
“Oh, sure,” Jacques said.
“I’m on my way to my dream career. It’s all that matters.” Her heart thumped in her chest, the words sounding a bit hollow, even to her ears.