Author: Sarah Darlington
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Identical twins, Maggie and Clara Ryder, both grew up with Leo Maddox, billionaire playboy, apparent alcoholic, and heir to his grandfather's world-famous Maddox hotel empire. Their roles were cemented long ago: Maggie, as his best friend and Clara as his childhood nemesis.
But when a simple twist of fate changes everything and both girls start to fall for the lean, mean, ridiculously sexy and seemingly spoiled Leo... which girl will win his heart?
Throw in a little mischief, drama, and one smoking-hot bartender and lines are sure to blur. But one thing's for certain, neither good-girl Maggie nor rebellious Clara will be satisfied until they each figure out where they belong.
EXCERPT:
“Clara?” His eyes searched my face,
screaming with unexpected vulnerability and fear. He seemed genuinely worried
about me. “What's going on? Say something, please. Are you okay?”
I nearly lost my nerve. How easy it
would have been to kiss him and fall into his arms all over again? A big piece
of me wanted to do just that, but one moment of weakness was all I was going to
allow myself for the day. “Am I okay?” I asked him, trying to sound indifferent
and not angry. “What's that annoying code word you and Maggie used to say all
the time? The two of you probably thought I was too dumb to crack that little
language you created to use against me. Oh yeah, I remember now. Peaches. I'm
just totally peaches.”
Standing tall, I reached my arm
above his head and slowly poured the remaining contents of my beer on top of him.
A shocked breath left his lips, but he didn't budge and took the beer shower
like a man. “Real mature, Clara,” he grunted, glaring a shitload of hate-fire
my way as the liquid coated his hair, face, and clothes. Angry as hell and
soaking wet was a good look on him.
“That's for making me care,” I told
him, setting my empty glass back down on the table. Then my hand swung hard and
made stinging contact with his wet face. “That's for being a jerk to me since
we were kids. And this...” I stood up on my tiptoes, grabbed hold of his
handsome, shocked face, and planted one firm kiss on his wet lips. “That's so
you know I'm not fucking around.” I held onto him for another moment. “Prove it
to me,” I whispered. “Prove to me you aren't an ass and I'm all yours.”
Then I pulled away, turned on my heel, and left Leo standing there, soaking wet and stunned.
About the Author:
Sarah Darlington lives in the DC metro area, is married to her high school sweetheart, and currently spends her time chasing around a very active toddler. As a former flight attendant, she misses the days of pantyhose, galley gossip with good friends, and traveling to new places. In the future she'd like to return to that career, but, just as flying gets into your bones, so does writing. Whenever she gets a free moment these days, she writes.
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