by: Melanie Summers
Series: Love Struck Romantic Comedy
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: June 6, 2024
Publisher: Indigo Corp
A loud-out-loud, opposites-attract, only-one-bed, revenge romantic comedy from Amazon All-Star Melanie Summers…
Allie Cammareri is about to get her revenge. It’s been twelve years coming, but she’s finally going to defeat the ex who stole her research then dumped her.
She’s in a race against him to finish the same big project, and there can only be one winner. All she needs is a few more weeks of working around the clock, and victory will be hers.
So when her boss announces she’s being pulled off the project to mentor a Hollywood A-lister who’s preparing for an upcoming movie role, Allie is devastated. She doesn’t care that it’s People’s Sexiest Man, Hudson Finch.
Allie refuses to let him get in her way, even if Hudson is the most distracting (and delicious-smelling) man on the planet. But between the close confines of her tiny office and a night stranded together in a secluded mountain cabin, her feelings for Hudson turn into something she never could’ve predicted.
She may be falling hard for him, but can Allie really find her happily ever after in his muscley arms?
*** Love Signals is an irresistibly charming, deliciously dishy, banter-filled tale about an ordinary woman and the superstar who falls for her. With a crazy cast—including a father who’s sure no one will ever be good enough for his little girl—there’s sure to be plenty of cringe-worthy moments, lots of laughs, and even a few tears. It’s a standalone rom-com with a few tablespoons of extra spice than a regular Melanie Summers book.***
“Can I talk to you in the hall for a second?”
“Of course,” he says, following me as we cross the large room.
As soon as we round the corner, I whisper, “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. They’re crazy people.”
“They seem fine.”
Shaking my head, I say, “They’re insane. And they’re going to ask you all sorts of embarrassing questions and my dad’s going to assume you’re trying to sleep with me so he’s going to be just awful to you and they’re going to make you eat so much, you’ll feel sick. You should just go, while you still can.”
Placing both hands on my shoulders, he says, “Allie, I’m fine. In fact, I’m going to have a great time. Now, you go get to work.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. This whole thing was my idea,” he says. “Now go.”
I stare at him for a second, feeling all kinds of warm, gooey feelings. He’s here to help me. He just showed up exactly when I needed him. “Okay, but only if you’re sure you’re sure.”
“I’m totally sure I’m sure.”
I start toward the stairs, but he stops me. “Wait. I should probably borrow that apron. My stylist will kill me if I get this shirt dirty.”
I tuck my lips between my teeth to stop myself from laughing, and he says, “Yeah, I just heard it myself. Let’s pretend I didn’t say that.”
I reach behind my back and try to untie the strings, only to discover they’ve knotted up somehow. “Just a sec,” I tell him, leaning to my left as if that’ll work.
“You need some help?”
“No, I’m good. I’ve got it,” I say through gritted teeth while I attempt to twist the apron. It is not going to budge. Dammit.
“Allie, let me help,” Hudson tells me, his voice a little more forceful this time.
I grunt a little, then let my shoulders drop. “Fine.”
I spin on my heel and stand with my back to him, my temperature rising three degrees centigrade as I feel his fingers brushing against my lower back.
“Has anyone ever told you how stubborn you are?”
“I prefer the word independent.”
“I’ve met independent. You’ve crossed the line to full-on stubborn.”
“Hey,” I answer, attempting to turn around so I can argue with him, but he stops me with his hands on my waist.
“Stay still.”
God, that felt good. It’s been way, way too long.
Holding my breath, I take in every second while he fiddles with the knot, his big, strong hands only inches from the top of my bottom. My mind wanders right back to him carrying me out of my office, and it occurs to me that here he is, saving me again, when he is under no obligation to do so.
“There, got it,” he says, and far before I’m ready, his hands are gone.
I turn back to him and lift the apron off my neck and place it around his, and there’s that cologne again. Wow. I watch as he wraps the strings around his narrow waist and ties it in front. Grinning at the sight of him in my mom’s flowery old apron, I say, “Do you want me to take some pics for your Insta account?”
He grins. “Is this a good look for me?”
“Totally.” And the crazy part is, it actually is.
“Now, go get to work,” he says, pointing up the stairs with his thumb.
“It’s not too late. You can still sneak out.”
“Never.” He gives me a wink and walks back into the kitchen.
As I’m heading up the stairs, I hear my dad’s voice. “So, Hudson. That blonde with the huge knockers. What’s she like in real life?”
Oh, sweet Jesus. This is going to be a total disaster.
A totally wonderful, incredible, heart-fluttering disaster…
“Of course,” he says, following me as we cross the large room.
As soon as we round the corner, I whisper, “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. They’re crazy people.”
“They seem fine.”
Shaking my head, I say, “They’re insane. And they’re going to ask you all sorts of embarrassing questions and my dad’s going to assume you’re trying to sleep with me so he’s going to be just awful to you and they’re going to make you eat so much, you’ll feel sick. You should just go, while you still can.”
Placing both hands on my shoulders, he says, “Allie, I’m fine. In fact, I’m going to have a great time. Now, you go get to work.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. This whole thing was my idea,” he says. “Now go.”
I stare at him for a second, feeling all kinds of warm, gooey feelings. He’s here to help me. He just showed up exactly when I needed him. “Okay, but only if you’re sure you’re sure.”
“I’m totally sure I’m sure.”
I start toward the stairs, but he stops me. “Wait. I should probably borrow that apron. My stylist will kill me if I get this shirt dirty.”
I tuck my lips between my teeth to stop myself from laughing, and he says, “Yeah, I just heard it myself. Let’s pretend I didn’t say that.”
I reach behind my back and try to untie the strings, only to discover they’ve knotted up somehow. “Just a sec,” I tell him, leaning to my left as if that’ll work.
“You need some help?”
“No, I’m good. I’ve got it,” I say through gritted teeth while I attempt to twist the apron. It is not going to budge. Dammit.
“Allie, let me help,” Hudson tells me, his voice a little more forceful this time.
I grunt a little, then let my shoulders drop. “Fine.”
I spin on my heel and stand with my back to him, my temperature rising three degrees centigrade as I feel his fingers brushing against my lower back.
“Has anyone ever told you how stubborn you are?”
“I prefer the word independent.”
“I’ve met independent. You’ve crossed the line to full-on stubborn.”
“Hey,” I answer, attempting to turn around so I can argue with him, but he stops me with his hands on my waist.
“Stay still.”
God, that felt good. It’s been way, way too long.
Holding my breath, I take in every second while he fiddles with the knot, his big, strong hands only inches from the top of my bottom. My mind wanders right back to him carrying me out of my office, and it occurs to me that here he is, saving me again, when he is under no obligation to do so.
“There, got it,” he says, and far before I’m ready, his hands are gone.
I turn back to him and lift the apron off my neck and place it around his, and there’s that cologne again. Wow. I watch as he wraps the strings around his narrow waist and ties it in front. Grinning at the sight of him in my mom’s flowery old apron, I say, “Do you want me to take some pics for your Insta account?”
He grins. “Is this a good look for me?”
“Totally.” And the crazy part is, it actually is.
“Now, go get to work,” he says, pointing up the stairs with his thumb.
“It’s not too late. You can still sneak out.”
“Never.” He gives me a wink and walks back into the kitchen.
As I’m heading up the stairs, I hear my dad’s voice. “So, Hudson. That blonde with the huge knockers. What’s she like in real life?”
Oh, sweet Jesus. This is going to be a total disaster.
A totally wonderful, incredible, heart-fluttering disaster…
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Melanie made a name for herself with her debut novel, Break in Two, a contemporary romance that cracked the Top 10 Paid on Amazon in both the UK and Canada, and the top 50 Paid in the USA. Her highly acclaimed Full Hearts Series was picked up by both Piatkus Entice (a division of Hachette UK) and HarperCollins Canada. Her first three books have been translated into Czech and Slovak by EuroMedia. Since 2013, she has written and published three novellas, and eight novels (of which seven have been published). She has sold over a quarter of a million books around the globe.
In her previous life (i.e. before having children), Melanie got her Bachelor of Science from the University of Alberta, then went on to work in the soul-sucking customer service industry for a large cellular network provider that shall remain nameless (unless you write her personally - then she'll dish). On her days off, she took courses and studied to become a Chartered Mediator. That designation landed her a job at the R.C.M.P. as the Alternative Dispute Resolution Coordinator for 'K' Division. Having had enough of mediating arguments between gun-toting police officers, she decided it was much safer to have children so she could continue her study of conflict in a weapon-free environment (and one which doesn't require makeup and/or nylons).
Melanie resides in Edmonton with her husband, three young children, and their adorable but neurotic one-eyed dog. When she's not writing novels, Melanie loves reading (obviously), snuggling up on the couch with her family for movie night (which would not be complete without lots of popcorn and milkshakes), and long walks in the woods near her house. She also spends a lot more time thinking about doing yoga than actually doing yoga, which is why most of her photos are taken 'from above'. She also loves shutting down restaurants with her girlfriends. Well, not literally shutting them down, like calling the health inspector or something--more like just staying until they turn the lights off.
She is represented by Suzanne Brandreth of The Cooke Agency International.
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This sounds like a super cute book!
ReplyDeleteI so love a romantic comedy! And what an amazing cover!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this.
This sounds like a great contemporary romantic comedy. I like the cover.
ReplyDeleteHow fun is that? I like stories with a happy ending, even if it's predictable.
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