Sometimes you can't help falling in love, even when you try to do the opposite...
Successful fashion blogger McKenna Bell has spent far too long protecting herself after the way her ex-fiancé left her at the altar for a college chick he met the night of his bachelor party. Loving again, trusting again, well, that's just not in the cards. Especially now that her ex is back in town with his new woman, demanding custody of McKenna's favorite creature in the whole world--her dog. No effing way.
McKenna's had enough of him, and she decides to even the score by finding her own hot young thing -- a Trophy Husband. Sure, she's only twenty-seven, but doesn't that make it even more fun -- and infuriating to her ex -- to pursue a younger man? When she declares her intentions on her daily blog, her quest quickly skyrockets in popularity, and that's when Chris enters the picture, and he’s got all the assets. He's handsome, successful, and turns her inside out with a kiss to end all kisses, the kind that makes you feel like a shooting star.
But loving again could mean losing again, and it's so much easier to focus on getting even, isn't it? Unless, you just can't help falling in love. Which means McKenna will have to come face to face with what she really wants in life -- protecting her heart from hurt, or letting go of her fears of a new beginning.
Lauren Blakely is an unabashed fan of clever jokes, toast, and good guys in novels. Like the heroine in CAUGHT UP IN US, she thinks life should be filled with movie kisses and coffee drinks. Lauren lives in California with her husband and children, and spends her days writing both true stories and make-believe ones.
“Guitar Hero? Did you just say Guitar Hero? That game isn’t even made anymore.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize that,” I say, feeling stupid. “Someone gave it to me a few years ago. It looked kind of fun. I think I played it once, but I haven’t been able to find my copy since.”
“Hey. I didn’t mean to sound like a gamer snob.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t.”
“I mean, it’s a totally awesome game. You should definitely play it more. I was just saying I think chicks are getting into other games too. The shooter games, the sports games, even just trivia games. They’re all taking off into the mainstream, especially with hot young chicks, like yourself.”
It’s my turn to blush now. He said it again. Hot chick.
“Oh look,” he points at me. “Now you’re cute blushing.”
“I guess we’re just a bunch of cute blushers.”
He smiles again, and then places his palm on my wrist, and that single gesture of his hand on my skin melts me. And while there’s a part of me that wants the kitchen table fantasy with Chris, I also want the other side with him too. The part where I let him into my heart and my soul, the part where we get to know each other. Because right now, I want to lean forward and taste his sweet lips. I want to hop into his lap and wrap my arms around his neck and smother him in kisses. I haven’t felt this way in years. I don’t even know what to do with all this wanting. I want to spend the day with him. To wander around the city, and stop in shops, and grab a coffee, and talk, and get to know him, and ignore my phone because he’s so much more interesting than any text message could ever be. I look at his hand, resting on me, and it’s almost enough for me to throw the whole Trophy Husband quest away, to just ask this guy to spend more time with me. But I don’t know how to back down, or how to let go. Most of all, I don’t know how to begin to let someone into my wounded heart. I don’t even know if my heart is healed, or if the scar tissue has just grown so thick and knotty that no one can ever touch me again.