Chapters (92)
- First
- Love Connection
- Zero
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- One Month Later
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Six Months Later
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Six Months Later
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- I Have Never
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- A Christmas Date
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Note from the Author
- Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Also by Camilla Isley
- About the Author
I yank my arm away, crumple the list into a ball, and throw it across the hall. Richard doesn’t need to re-read every insignificant item. Chevron woofs and runs after the paper ball. After catching it, she sits quietly in a corner, the ball between her front paws, chewing bits away. As I watch the poor piece of paper being shredded to confetti, I realize that the list, however wrong it was in principle, did come through for me in the end. Only not in the way I expected. With every item ticked off in reverse, life has never been better. Magical, spontaneous, and totally unplanned.
“That was naughty,” Richard protests.
I round the bar and plant myself between Richard’s legs, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You still in the market for a naughty roommate?”
Richard pulls me closer by the waist. “You don’t care that it’s Brooklyn?”
“I wouldn’t care if it were New Jersey with you.”
We both know I’m lying, but I quickly silence his rebuff with a kiss.
Mid-kiss, Richard tickles my sides. “When did you go skinny dipping?”
“Aaah, stop. Stop!” I struggle to get away. “I’m not talking.”
“Yes, you are.”
I wriggle free and make a dash for the bedroom.
“Gotcha.” Richard pins me on the bed and starts the tickling torture again.
With him on top of me, my giggles soon die away, cutting off completely as his hands start moving in a different way on my body.
I smirk. “You’re the worst interrogator ever.”
“Being in love with the victim doesn’t help, I guess.”
“Shut up and kiss me, roommate.”
End of Book Two
A Christmas Date
(A Fake Relationship Holiday Romantic Comedy)
First Comes Love Series
Book 3
by Camilla Isley
One
Christmas Is Coming
“Your mother called again,” my assistant, Melanie, informs me as soon as I step foot into my office. “Third time this week.”
I sit behind my desk and peek at the calendar placed next to my unopened laptop.
Tuesday, December 11
Only Tuesday and we’re already on the third call of the week.
Bodes well.
“I’ll call her back when I have a minute,” I tell Melanie. “Anything else?”
Still standing on the threshold, she shifts on her feet, uncomfortable.
“Come on, I won’t shoot the messenger,” I promise her.
“Right, because she’s asked me to read you this, word for word.”
From the way Melanie is cowering, it can’t be good. I lean back in my white leather chair, cross my hands in my lap, and sigh. “Go ahead.”