It Should Happen To You
Mickey Coleman has a whiz-kid IQ, a stellar job in astronomy and ambition to boot. So how can she slip up? When a sexy one-night fling results in a homemade videotape, Mickey is feeling a new kind of heat…she's being blackmailed! And there's no one to turn to for help. Unless you count Dominic Colucci, a coffee-swilling gangster she hires to steal the tape, who's definitely got her pulse racing!Dominic Colucci can't figure out how flashy "Foxy Smith" could weasel into his life so fast. All he knows is that's not her real name. But Dominic has his own secret identity to worry about and can't afford to get involved with the sexy siren. So why isn't he ignoring the stars in Foxy's eyes…or the promise in her kiss? Well, 'cause it has happened for them!
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âYou like your astronomy,â Dominic observed
Mickey took a step away from him. Sheâd been so close that his breathing had his chest brushing against her back.
âIt keeps things in perspective.â
âSomething like the âyouâre just a grain of sand on the beach of humanityâ theory?â
âNo,â she replied. âThere are constants and there are subtle shifts that are always evolving. The universe expands, time slows or increases, but it doesnât matter. The rotation about the sun, the orbit of the moonâthose donât change. Itâs a great fusion of dynamic and static forces all working together in concert.â
He had no idea what she was talking about, but he was willing to listen to her voice forever. Their discussion didnât involve drugs or penny-ante larceny, or even who was winning at the races. Her words were the closest thing to a normal conversation heâd had in two years of undercover work, and he realized how much he missed it. âA philosopher as well as an astronomer,â he murmured.
âThatâs not philosophyâthatâs physics.â
âWho are you?â he asked, no longer able to continue with the game they were playing.
âAre you really sure you want to know?â She raised her brows as she asked.
And he was a goner.
Dear Reader,
Okay, if youâre a geek please raise your hand. Yes, I was a geek, too. It wasnât fun, mostly awkward and painful. However, all awkward and painful things must come to an end, and eventually I realized how lucky I was to be blessed with geekiness. As such, Mickey holds a special place in my heart because sheâs the heroine of THE BACHELORETTE PACT whose character is closest to my own. When I was creating the story, I knew I wanted to give her a special heroâa man living in a different world, but who was as isolated as she was in hers. And so Dominic flashed to mind, and instantly I was in love.
Next month is Bethâs story, and do I ever have a surprise in store for you! But I wonât spoil itâ¦youâll just have to read to find out.
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Contents
1
BY ALL RIGHTS, it should have been a glorious day in Chicago. After all, itâs not every day your best friend gets married. Itâs not every day that your maid of honor dress actually looks good andâas an even bigger bonusâfits you well enough that you might actually want to wear it again. Mickey Coleman forced a smile.
Itâs not every day that youâre videotaped having sex.
She allowed herself one quick shudder. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. And that from a woman who was decidedly not religious.
She looked across the churchâs small dressing room where Jessica, in blissful ignorance, was adjusting her veil. Jessica, whoâd never been videotaped having sex in her entire life.
Mickey spent all of two minutes debating whether to dump on her best friend on her wedding day. Eventually, guilt prevailed and she realized that not even Mickey the Idiot was that stupid.
âAnything wrong?â Beth asked, coming up beside her. âYou look a little pale.â Beth, sweet, innocent Beth, blinked her huge baby blues.
Mickey pulled off her glasses and wiped the lenses, as if that was the problem. âItâs the dress. The color is a little off for me.â
âI think it looks great on you.â
Mickeyâs mouth twisted into a pale imitation of a smile. âYeah, I do, too.â
This stupid dress was more than half of the problem. They had Jessicaâs bachelorette party right after the last fitting. Oh, Mickey, you should wear it out. You look fab!
Mickey didnât wear dresses that showed more than the requisite one-third of her breasts. And she didnât normally drink more than four beers in one night. And she didnât normally have one-night stands with horny college interns who threaten blackmail.
The panic attack started all over again.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â Beth asked.
âI think I just need to sit down.â Mickey managed to choke the words out, and then collapsed onto a nearby folding chair.
âWant some water?â
âYeah, thatâll help. Thanks.â
Beth came back with a paper cup and handed it over. âI know this has been hard for you.â
Mickey stared in confusion. How did she know? âWhat?â
Beth tilted her head in Jessicaâs direction. âJessica. Adam. The wedding. You know, youâre not losing a best friend. Youâre gaining a whole new conduit to eligible bachelors.â
The sad thing was, Beth was completely serious. âI hadnât thought of it that way,â Mickey said, completely honest.
âI know we kinda made this bachelorette pact promise, but we were kidding, right?â Beth blinked hopefully.
