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Chapter Fifteen “Romance, the hallmark-er the better.” I blurted out, feeling my ears heat up. Her face lit up and I could see that my answer made her happy. “I write romance, I live for that happily ever after.” “That’s how the best stories end. How about after this we go for a walk on the beach, maybe go check out some touristy things?” “I’d like that.” Breakfast was had with some light conversation and I found the more that I talked to her, the more that I was starting to like Sarah.

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Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

My black hair spilled over my shoulders in dark waves, the blue and blonde streaks standing out against the red. I tilted my head. "Not bad." Bettany snorted from somewhere behind me. "Not bad? Kammie, you look like the reason a billionaire would forget his own name." I laugh while twirling in front of the mirror"Good thing there aren't any billionaires attending a book signing." Bettany gave me a look. "You write romance novels for a living. Half your readers are rich women and the other half are rich men pretending they're there for the plot." Her grin widened. "Just thinking some poor guy is about to have a very difficult day."

When I began working on my piece for the Wild in the Windy City Anthology I was struggling. I wasn’t connecting to ideas, and while talking to a friend she said to me “Why don’t you do an office romance? You love those.” And she was right. I do love those. I immediately connected to this idea and a story blossomed and a connection so powerful that I knew it had to continue past that night. I hope you enjoyed Richard and Natasha’s story. If by chance it wasn’t for you, I hope you will still give me a chance to become one of your favorite authors.

I already forgive her. Before she completely went out, she told me that Simon and Kate must have eloped and she never contacted Cathlyn again. God knows what happened and I don't think I would want to know. I finished all the remaining work, checking for any stories that would sell and those which has the capacity to attract. Most are romances such as werewolves, vampires, royalties, and young adults. I stopped to rest, I propped my elbow on the table, placing my cheeks on my hand.

‘Frankly, I don’t care if we don’t talk at all. Her lips parted. ‘Oh, well, that’s romantic.’ He leaned forward and planted an arm against the tree, bringing his body close to hers again. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be romantic.’ He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. ‘Romantic is the lies people tell to soften the fall into bed. And I don’t tell lies. Is that what you’re going to do, Grace? Are you going to tell all the lies that women always tell? Because if you are, then this is the moment that you share with me that you love me. And we both know that you don’t. That’s not what this is

It also made him an entertaining friend. "I'm sorry I wasn't home when your plane got in." Eason made no attempt at a subtle shift in the conversation. Garrett laced his fingers behind his head and relaxed next to me. "I'm not. The Hamptons were fabulous." If I'd had anything other than my purse to throw at him, I would have launched it at his head. The weight of my handbag might do actual damage. "You're such a jerk." He wasn't; I just liked that he played the part. That trait made my fictional, office romance with Eason easy to believe, and it distracted from the fact that two of the partners were partners in more ways than one-a well-kept secret they'd both shared for as long as I'd known

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We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.