âOh, my, what a fantastic debut by Aimee Carson.
I loved it! It really has everything that I like in a good contemporary romance: a feisty heroine who is far from perfect, snappy dialogue and sizzling chemistryâand I mean sizzling. *That* scene in the elevator ⦠phew! The romance and relationship between Alyssa and Paulo is actually quite simple, but perfectly done. Aimeeâs writing flows beautifully, and she has created two great characters. I applaud her for Alyssaâs âbad girlâ roots, I loved her! The book is well written and developed, with plenty of sass and sparkle. I canât wait to read more from Aimee in the future.â âwww.everyday-is-the-same.blogspot.com on Secret History of a Good Girl
About the Author
About Aimee Carson
The summer she turned eleven, AIMEE left the childrenâs section of the library and entered an aisle full of Mills & Boon>® novels. She promptly pulled out a book, sat on the floor, and read the entire story. It has been a love affair that has lasted for over thirty years.
Despite a fantastic job working part-time as a physician in the Alaskan Bush (think Northern Exposure and ER, minus the beautiful mountains and George Clooney), she also enjoys being at home in the gorgeous Black Hills of South Dakota, riding her dirt bike with her three wonderful kids and beyond patient husband. But, whether at home or at work, every morning is spent creating the stories she loves so much. Her motto? Life is too short to do anything less than what you absolutely love. She counts herself lucky to have two jobs she adores, and incredibly blessed to be a part of Mills & Boonâs family of talented authors.
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How to Win the Dating War Secret History of a Good Girl*
*Published as part of the Mills & Boon Loves ⦠anthology.
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MEMPHIS James stood on the twenty-second floor of the downtown Miami building and looked down at the camera crew on the street below, spectators lining the barricade like curious ants. There was only one chance to get the high-fall rightâno do-overs possible. Along with the stunt engineer, Memphis had meticulously checked and rechecked every detail, including his harness, the cable hoist and the wind conditions. No matter how crazy the stunt, death wasnât likelyâmore of a distant possibility that hinged on either mechanical error or miscalculation, so nothing was left to chance. Memphis never left anything to chance.
It was a necessary compulsion in this twisted business of mocking gravity. Because if his focus was off, mistakes were made and he could be killed or, at the very least, sustain a dream-crushing injury.
Or worse ⦠someone else might pay the price.
For one second the memory resurfaced, just like it always did before a high-fall. In a now-familiar sequence of reactions, Memphisâs chest cinched tight, his stomach balled into a knot and his heart beat mercilessly against his ribs.
Willing his muscles to relax, Memphis forced the memory from his mind as he gazed down at the two-hundred-plus feet between him and the empty pavement. There was nothing to break his fall save the camera on the ground that would record his descent. His lips twisted wryly. He liked the idea that if something went wrongâand he hit the pavement traveling approximately eighty miles per hourâhis last seconds on earth would be recorded for posterity.
If he was checking out, heâd do it with flair and with his name on everyoneâs lips.
The stunt engineer broke into his thoughts. âEverythingâs set. Wind speed steady at five mph.â
With one last look at the ground below, Memphis said, âThatâs as good as weâll get.â
âYou ready?â
Now rock-steady, his pulse at a regular rate, Memphis took his position in front of the temporary window constructed of safety glass. âIâm always ready.â A grin slipped up his face. âBut gravity is a bitch of a mistress.â
âAn unforgiving one, to be sure,â the man returned with a chuckle.
Memphisâs grin grew bigger in anticipation. âSo letâs not keep her waiting.â
One hand clutching the barricade, Kate Anderson shaded her eyes from the sun and stared up at the tiny hub of activity twenty-two stories above the ground. A gentle breeze carried a hint of the salty Atlantic Ocean tinged with hot pavement, and the crowd of curious gawkers pressed in around her, making the warm Miami day even warmer.
Or maybe it was her strained nerves that were overheating.
Up until now, self-preservation had deemed it necessary she ignore Memphis Jamesâs return to town. But todayâs tabloid article about Dalton and his fiancée had garnered Kate no less than eight sympathetic glances, three well-intentioned condolence hugs and one unsolicited pep talk from a bitter divorceéâall while simply waiting in line at the local café. As the recent ex-wife of Miamiâs favorite homegrown politician, fading into the background was impossible for Kate, especially with a heavy social schedule looming ahead. And for the first time since sheâd started dating Dalton at sixteen, she was faced with the prospect of attending an event by herself.