Friendship, Texas Series

"Welcome to Conti's. I'm Lia and I'll nguhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I froze. Directly facing me was Olympic swimmer, Jay Morningstar . . . and I just made an idiot of myself. The rest of the table looked up to see me standing there with my mouth practically gaping. His coach, who I recognized from TV interviews, and even two other swimmers from the Olympic team were there. They didn't say anything, they didn't even blink.

A brand-new stand-alone second-chance rom-com from Friendship, Texas, featuring country music's biggest superstar, Eddie Justice, and Friendship's resident author, Brook Carrington.

Everything in life has always come easily to me. Except Virginia, the art student studying abroad in Sicily where I’m helping at my cousin's restaurant. Now that I’ve met her, I can’t get her out of my head. She’s too good for me and we both know it. And even though it feels like it could be the worst thing for both of us, I can't help but want every part of her. Now if only we both knew how bad we were for each other.

The doctor tried to console me as he gave me samples of prenatal vitamins, and paper after paper was piled in a folder with my name and September on the front. September. My baby’s due date. Holy shit, I was going to be a mother. And Johnny was going to be a father. I had to do so many things to prepare and people I had to tell. This wasn’t just about me and my future anymore. This was about us. And whether I liked it or not, this baby was a part of me, which meant Johnny was a part of me. It was time we stopped running from each other.

I looked up, and standing there was my ex-boyfriend Jordan Webber. Maybe, ex-boyfriend wasn't the right word. Maybe, the boy who I dated for almost two years. Then, he graduated early, leaving for art school in New York. He wanted me to come with him, but what future did I have in New York? My parents weren’t paying for me to go to school unless it was a state school with a real degree, and all I ever wanted was to do photography.

Mary James is the firm's toughest client. The sexy Hollywood accent turned pariah after a leaked sex tape surfaced. One she claims is totally fake. If I want to move up to associate in my PR firm, I have to take her on as a client. The two of us figure the easiest way to help her is simple: a fake relationship. But what happens when something fake gets to be too real and fame gets involved?

Vegas was a trip, and that was an understatement. An understatement I couldn't remember and that included the brunette in my bed. That is, until my pounding headache had me getting up for a glass of water, and I saw the marriage license on the ground. The words: Clay Carrington and Christy Quinn and holy matrimony staring me in the face. I came to Vegas to get away, and the bratty owner's daughter of the ranch wanted to come with. I didn't even like the boss's daughter, let alone want to marry her. I guess things that happened in Vegas had a way of following you home.