Spring Fling Excerpt Reveal

Spring Fling: A Romance Anthology

Authors: Ella James, Bethany Lopez, Claudia Burgoa, K.K. Allen, Parker S. Huntington, Cambria Hebert, Nicole French, Grahame Claire, Harloe Rae, Logan Chance, Leslie Pike, Sunniva Dee, Heather M. Orgeron, and Amelia Wilde

Release Date: April 2, 2019

Blurb

Fling: (noun) a short period of enjoyment.

I see you from across the room.

Tall. Dark. Handsome.

Everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

You stare at me.

Our eyes connect.

I know you want me.

And just for tonight, I’ll give in to temptation…

A kiss. Your touch. One wild night.

But when morning comes, I’ll be gone.

Because everyone knows flings can't last...

Or can they?

Warning: This spring is about to get wet. Fourteen authors. Fourteen never-before-seen novellas.

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Excerpt

From My Best Friend's Honeymoon by Grahame Claire

“What do you mean you aren’t going to make the flight?”

The man across the narrow aisle of the plane stared wide-eyed at my raised voice even as the woman next to him chattered away. I pressed the phone to my ear and angled away from him as Roxy continued to make excuses.

“Mr. Bubbles escaped. I’d think you’d be more concerned.” Seriously? Roxy was giving me a guilt trip?

“That cat only moves to eat, so don’t tell me that the lazy thing actually ventured out of your house.” I gripped the phone so tightly in my hand, pain shot through my joints.

“Also, somebody pulled the fire alarm at the library.” Considering it was eight in the morning on a Sunday and we didn’t open the library until one, I highly doubted it.

“This isn’t fifty excuses to give your best friend for leaving her alone on your honeymoon.” The lady in front of me whipped around and flashed a scathing look. I smiled apologetically and lowered my voice. “If you aren’t on this plane by the time it takes off—”

“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. Flight crew, secure the door.”

“As soon as I can get another flight, I’ll be right behind you,” Roxy promised.

“I can’t believe you overslept.” She was perpetually late to everything. Why I was surprised she missed the flight, especially after what went down at her wedding yesterday, I didn’t know.

“Um…well…actually, I didn’t.”

“Don’t throw Mr. Bubbles under the bus again.”

“Fine. I was up all night doing unspeakable things to Marco,” she said in a rush.

“The best man?!” I squeaked.

“Miss, please put away your phone,” a passing flight attendant said in a polite but don’t-cross-me kind of way.

I nodded and gave her a tight smile. As soon as she moved on, I pinned the phone to my face as Roxy tried to explain herself.

“I got left at the altar. I deserved to have some fun.”