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Authors: Jane Lynne Daniels
Kiss and Confess (Love Unscripted Book 1)
“A fish out of water comedy… Readers who like Jennifer Crusie will probably enjoy this.”
—
Library Journal
on
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“Jane Lynne’s stories are down-to-earth with a touch of whimsy and always entertaining.”
—Jami Davenport, Award-winning Author of
Down by Contact
and
Forward Passes
.
“This novel dazzles.”
—Long and Short Romance Reviews on
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Careful What You Kiss For
UN
REAL
Saying Charley Stephens has had bad luck with men would be an understatement, but as a new contestant on “Make Me a Match,” things are looking up. The reality show has personality experts and a special computer matching program, so Mr. Right
must
be waiting on sound stage number six. Except, if there were a script it’d be out the window. Standing in front of her is Luke Dean, the very man who broke her heart.
Doing the wrong thing for the right reason cost producer Luke Dean the love of his life. Now, here she is again, a contestant on his new TV show. Yet, three couples competing for big prize money, trying to best each other at challenges ranging from an L.A. treasure hunt to sidewalk singing…nothing could be as dramatic as the choice in front of
him
. He must decide to keep his distance from Charley or go for broke—literally. If he jeopardizes the show, he’ll lose his career. If he wins her love, it’ll be even better than a Hollywood happy ending.
KISS AND CONFESS
A Love Unscripted Romance
JANE LYNNE DANIELS
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KISS AND CONFESS
Copyright © 2016 Dawn Gothro
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For all the dogs and cats in rescue shelters waiting for forever homes. Your new families will be coming for you soon.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Heartfelt thanks to my wonderful, wise editor, Michelle Klayman, who keeps this angsty writer on track, on deadline, and remembering to have fun with the story.
CONTENTS
KISS AND CONFESS
CHAPTER ONE
Luke had a tidal wave rolling through his stomach, an elephant kicking his rib cage, and a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. All because
that
woman was about to come barreling back into his life. And she didn’t even know it.
Yet.
She would in a few minutes.
Luke stepped out of his car and slipped on his jacket, surveying the airport parking lot. He began walking, each step taking him closer to what he anticipated and dreaded at the same time.
He could have sent an intern to pick her up;
should
have sent an intern. But instead, fool that he was, he was here, tempting fate. While he might not remember a hell of a lot about most of the women he’d dated, he remembered everything about Charley, especially what he’d done to her.
He took the elevator to baggage claim where the doors swept open before him. He meant to walk through, but instead came to a dead stop, and began pacing back and forth.
Fine, so he’d left her. Broken her heart. Been an asshole.
Is that enough for you, buddy, or should I keep going?
Too bad he didn’t smoke. Would have given him a reason for pacing. Would have kept that cop from narrowing his eyes as he passed Luke. The cop doubled back and watched. Damn. Luke needed an industrial-strength bucket of Tums. After a long moment of assessment, the cop turned away.
All right, this was it. Showtime. Luke had been around enough actors; he could pull this off. He couldn’t and wouldn’t let her see what was going on inside him or he’d never make it through this day, let alone the next six weeks.
He drew his shoulders up, jammed his sunglasses on his head, and walked through the baggage claim doors.
A quick check of the arrival monitor told him Charley’s plane had landed. The tidal wave in his stomach threatened to surge into his throat.
Not gonna happen.
When she saw him again, he’d have all his broken pieces taped back together, appearing as cool and together as anyone possibly could who’d become successful in a city that ate its young and belched in satisfaction.
His gaze swept to the right to find the number of the carousel assigned to deliver her bags. She’d been told to expect someone with a sign, so he drew a white card from his jacket. In big black letters,
Stephens
had been handwritten. He held the sign against the front of his chest and checked that the cop was still nearby in case Charley had taken up martial arts since he’d last seen her.
Charley’s nervous energy shimmied from her escalating heartbeat to her pedicured toes.
Los Angeles.
She couldn’t believe she was actually here. Chosen to be a contestant on a show that promised to find her perfect match.
She’d already done a pretty great job of finding the
im
perfect and even disastrous matches. Things could only go up from here.
People rushed by moving to and from the gates as she followed the signs to baggage claim. An airline employee steering a wheelchair nearly clipped her foot and then glared at Charley as if it were her fault. She gave him an apologetic smile, her Disney princess mood firmly in place. If she’d had a wand, she would have smacked him with sparkles.
She stepped off the escalator, unsure which way to turn. Everyone else seemed to know, so she joined a pack moving at a steady speed. She spotted a monitor on a wall and on her way to it, stopped to take in the sunshine and blue skies streaming through glass doors. People from Seattle didn’t take that kind of weather lightly, particularly in April.
The monitor displayed her flight and its assigned carousel. She checked the numbers and headed toward her carousel, which had already begun its slow turn. After only a couple of minutes, she saw her pink bag bumping and thumping its way from the conveyer belt to the metal slats to begin its circular journey.
“Excuse me,” she said as she made her way through other impatient travelers. “Sorry. Just have to get my bag. Thank you.” She thrust her arm out and pulled the bag off with an unintended
oof.
She set it on the floor and flexed her fingers. As usual, she’d over packed to accommodate for changing weather and all other possible scenarios. Charley was nothing if not a planner.
She was busy trying to coax the bag’s handle to cooperate when she heard a quiet “Hi, Charley” close to her ear. Surprised, she looked up and locked eyes with a tall, lean man.
The
man whose face was etched in her heart’s memory.
“Luke,” she breathed. She’d have recognized him anywhere.
He held her gaze and nodded. “Been a long time.”
Charley took a shaky step back. His voice still had the huskiness that caused goose bumps to tango up her arms while the rest of her body readied itself for another kind of tango. And, wow. His eyes still held the same burning intensity that stole her breath.
“Oh my God.”
Her stomach clenched tight and her knees sagged at the sight of his adorably crooked nose and the dark curly hair he still hadn’t bothered to tame. She hadn’t thought she’d see him again. And now that he stood before her, she could barely think, let alone talk. “How—how are you?” she managed.
“Good. And you?”
He was calm. She was stuck in a spin cycle of emotion and he was calm. She shook her head and dizziness overtook her. She clutched at her bag for support.
Luke
. Here
.
He caught her arm, holding her steady.
“I’m good too,” she lied.
He held up a sign with
Stephens
printed on it in black letters. “I’m your driver.”
“You’re kidding.” Her Disney princess mood hoisted its skirt and ran for the door, woodland creatures and flower petals scattering.
He lowered the sign. “Not kidding. I’m a producer on
Make Me a Match
.”
This. Was.
Insane
.
The last time she’d seen him, she hadn’t known it would be the last time. He’d left college without saying a word then didn’t answer his phone. One of his fraternity brothers had shown her his empty room and told her to let Luke be.
So she’d let him be. And flooded her broken heart with more tears than she’d known one person could produce. Every relationship she’d had after him was colored by his betrayal. She hated him.
She loved him.
“My car is outside.” He reached for her bag. “I’ll take you to the house where you’re staying. It’s nice. You’ll like it.”
When he’d bolted twelve years ago, he’d taken her virginity, her trust, and her deepest secrets. And now all he could say was that he thought she’d like her accommodations?
She wanted to kill him. Might, too, if that cop would stop looking at her funny.
With a nod for her to follow him, Luke began walking toward the glass doors, her pink suitcase rolling obediently behind him.
She hesitated for a few seconds and then stutter-stepped to catch up. A TV producer. When she’d known him, he’d wanted to be an attorney.
He glanced over one shoulder and adjusted his pace, slowing so she could keep up without tripping over her heels. “Sorry,” he said. “Everybody walks fast here. You get used to it.” His voice was steady, polite.
Charley held on to the straps of her purse until her whitened knuckles protested and she had to let them relax.
Ow
.
A butter knife jabbed at her heart—dull, relentless. It shouldn’t be like this. The first time she saw him again, he should have been on his knees, begging her forgiveness for his temporary insanity. Or telling her he’d been kidnapped by a cult that banned any form of communication. Or explaining that he’d been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and could think only of saving her from the agony of his death.