âHoliday romances seldom work out,â she murmured.
âThatâs what Iâve heard.â
âKeep reminding me that this is nothing more than a few weeks of fun, okay?â
Finn rubbed his jaw. He had to acknowledge that it would be easy to forget who they were and why they were here. They were on a fake honeymoonâemphasis on the fakeâsurrounded by romance and luxury, and they might easily get swept away and inadvertently slip on a pair of those rose-coloured glasses.
Heâtheyâhad to keep their eyes open, their heads in the game.
Callie turned her head and sent him a small, almost sad smile. âWeâre on the same page?â
He rubbed his hand over his jaw before nodding briskly. âJust to be clearâare you saying that youâll sleep with me?â
The tip of her tongue touched her top lip and he saw her skin flush with anticipated pleasure. Yeah, she would be his as much as he would be hers. Tonight.
Callie held his eyes as she sucked in her bottom lip. âWell, sleeping isnât what we would be doing, exactly.â
When I wrote THE LAST GUY SHE SHOULD CALL I got so many messages from readers asking for Callieâs story. Something about the vivacious, independent, flirty character grabbed them, andâCallie being Callieâshe hasnât stopped nagging me for her happily-ever-after since then!
When a condom falls from the pocket of a gorgeous blondeâs jacket into his lap on a flight back from New York to Cape Town, travel writer Finn Banning knows that Callie Hollis is trouble with a capital T. Sheâs bold and flirtatious, and somehow he finds himself in a discussion about his upcoming wedding and her feelings about love and marriage ⦠Sheâs cynical and sceptical and she doesnât buy into the concept of happy-ever-after. But Finn needs a wedding planner, and Callie gives him the name and number for her friend Rowan, who is doing just that.
Three months later the wedding is off and Finn finds himself all at sea. Heâs not particularly upset about losing his fiancée, but he is devastated at the loss of his dreams to have a family. He also has a huge problem in that heâs been contracted to write a series of articles for an important publication on upmarket honeymoon destinations, to be researched while heâs on his honeymoon, and he canât let them or the magazine down.
Nobody is more surprised than Callie when she finds herself agreeing to act as Finnâs fake wife. But needs must: she needs to vacate Cape Town to avoid meeting up with her mother, who left her and her brother Seb when they were very young, so she jumps at the chance to spend three weeks with the über-delicious Finn Banning at various luxury honeymoon destinations in Southern Africa.
Itâs a perfect arrangementâsheâll be his rebound girl and heâll be a fling, and in three weeks theyâll wave each other goodbye. Hmmâ¦I donât think so!
I hope you enjoy Callieâs story as much as I loved writing it.
Happy reading!
Joss xxx
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JOSS WOOD wrote her first book at the age of eight and has never really stopped. Her passion for putting letters on a blank screen is matched only by her love of books and travellingâespecially to the wild places of Southern Africaâand possibly by her hatred of ironing and making school lunches.
Fuelled by coffee, when sheâs not writing or being a hands-on mum, Joss, with her background in business and marketing, works for a non-profit organisation to promote the local economic development and collective business interests of the area where she resides. Happily and chaotically surrounded by books, family and friends, she lives in Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa, with her husband, children and their many pets.
To Sandi, so far away but still so close to my heart.
Also for Sandiâs Chris, who brings my little technie toys.
Thanks bunches!
âMINIMALISM, MODERNISM OR IMPRESSIONISM?â
Finn Banning looked up from his seat in business class into the lovely face of a navy-eyed blonde with her hand resting on the seat in front of him. A ten-second scan told him that her body was long, lean and leggy, her waist tiny, her bright blonde hair falling way past her shoulders. Another five seconds of looking into those impish flirty eyes told him that she was Trouble. With a capital T. God, he hoped she wasnât sitting next to him on this long-haul flight back to Cape Town from JFK.
Over the past two months his life had been turned upside down and inside out and he didnât want to make small talk with a strangerâeven if she was supermodel-gorgeous.