Frustrated with her spinstery ways, Macy Grantâs friends staged a Sex Intervention. But as Macy agonizes through her firstâand worstâdate in years, she canât help but notice the brawny, shaggy-haired artist sitting at the next table. Handsome. Sexy. With hands that are incredibly...uh, skilled. So when Macy runs into Jake Stanton at a party, itâs a definitely a sign from the Gods Who Want Her To Get Laid. And oh, she does.
Except that Jake didnât tell Macy that it was his engagement party. Or that his fiancée is the hottest supermodel to walk the runway. Now Macy must decide if she can let the perfect guy walk away...or if sheâs ready to step into the spotlight and turn her sex life into the biggest headline of the year!
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women
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About the Author
Zoey Williams was born and raised in New York. She graduated from NYU with a degree in writing and nutrition and currently works in the publishing industry. When sheâs not writing, she enjoys traveling, yoga, hiking and annoying her tuxedo cat, Rini. She loves to hear from readers, so feel free to interact with her on Facebook, facebook.com/authorzoeywilliams, and Twitter, @ZoeyWilliamsxo!
Also by Zoey Williams from Cosmopolitan Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
Addicted
Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up Exposed, my second novella for the Cosmopolitan Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon program! During the course of writing this story I changed jobs, moved back to NYC after four years in the âburbs, and...(dun dun dun) started dating again. Iâm sure many people can relate to how much comedic material dating in New York City can provide.
The fun stuff aside, I do want to mention that in addition to Macy Bryant and Jake Stantonâs hot romance, this book also features Jasmine Leeâaka my favorite character Iâve ever writtenâand her girlfriend, Ashley, who are both members of the LGBT community. I want to take this opportunity to give a shout-out to a couple of my favorite LGBT organizations: The Trevor Project and The Matthew Shepard Foundation. Please consider donating whatever you can (donating your time as a volunteer can be just as valuable as money!) to these amazing efforts. I think weâre making such great progress, but I canât wait to live in a world with more acceptance, tolerance and peace.
xoxo,
Zoey
This book is dedicated to Allison Carroll,
for forcing my butt out the front door to go on that Tinder date when I was just getting over stomach flu.
Chapter One
The blister forming on my right pinky toe throbs with every step. I canât wait to go home and kick off my six-inch pumps, unhook the bra whose underwire is digging in right under my armpit and peel the pantyhose off my legs like a snake shedding its skin. I glance down at my watch. Itâs nine oâclock. Iâm coming home from work on a Friday night at nine oâclock. Any other twenty-six-year-old event planner would have some glamorous lifestyleâinstead, Iâm making a pit stop at the local bodega before I head home and collapse on the couch.
Iâm bending down to grab a cardboard cup of instant chicken soupâthe ultimate sodium-ridden comfort foodâto add to my small basket of junk food when I feel my phone vibrate in my purse.
I answer it without looking at it. âWhatâs up, Reka?â
I hear heavy, rhythmic breathing. Reka, my neurotic fifty-something boss with big eyes and spindly limbs like a praying mantis, must be running on her treadmill desk again. Sheâs in our Paris office since yesterday; it must be close to three oâclock in the morning there. I swear this woman does not sleep.
âDid the seating chart arrive for the opening tomorrow?â
Sheâs referring to the opening night of the most recent winner of a network cooking competitionâs new sushi place. The irony of me eating incredibly processed chicken soup when I throw opening parties for the top chefs and restaurateurs in New York isnât lost on me. âItâs in your inbox.â I smirk at myself for being so on top of things.
I hear the treadmill power down and then a shuffling of papers. âItâs right here. I shouldâve known. Youâre always one step ahead of me, Macy! If Iâm not careful, you could easily have my job one of these days.â
I chuckle. âGoodnight...err, good morning, Reka. See you on Monday.â
âOh, that reminds me. Thereâs supposed to be a big fashion show next week. We just got the account. I know fashion isnât your thing, but I may need to help out.â
Sheâs referring to the fact that I donât exactly have my finger on the pulse of celebrity culture. Itâs rare that I have to work the red carpet of anything other than a restaurant openingâand itâs not my favorite thing to doâbut of course I say yes. It must be a big show if she needs all hands on deck.