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Linnea May lives in Europe. Most of the time.
Here is a short sample from the book:
He looks at me, observing my inner struggle. The concern his gorgeous face is showing, appears to be real. I wish it was easier for me to trust people – and especially men. And I wish it was easier for me to love the gold digger lifestyle.
But I just can’t.
“I’m sorry, I-”
“Nicky,” he interrupts me. “Be a little crazy.”
I look at him with confusion. “Crazy, huh?”
“Yes,” he insists. “Coming from your perspective, this must be a crazy thing to do.”
“Well, it’s not like I haven’t had one-night stands before, so-”
“That’s not what I am talking about,” he interrupts me again, shaking his head. “I am talking about accepting an invitation. Just like that. Without an inner struggle with your – highly admirable – ideals. When have you ever done that?”
I sigh and lift my hand to touch his on my face. I take it and gently move it down, away from my cheek.
The disappointment I see on his face as I do it almost breaks my heart. And it helps to vocalize my decision.
“You’re right,” I whisper. “That would be something new.”
I smile at him. That smile widens as I see him smiling, too. A boyish smile that makes him look younger and insanely attractive.
“And I like new things,” I add.
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Oh, Nicky,” he says. “I might have to punish you for being such a tease.”