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From the USA Today Bestselling author of MY ALPHA BILLIONAIRE and HOPELESSLY BROKEN, a New Adult romance about the joys, and challenges, of walking in another woman’s Manolos…and falling in love.
Meet Jane Brown.
Jane Brown isn’t a millionaire.
Jane Brown isn’t a member of MENSA.
Jane Brown doesn’t wear a size two like her model-perfect coworker Monica Starke.
One wish leads to waking in Monica’s French lingerie…and her size-two body. It’s a dream come true–until she learns Monica’s life isn’t the fairytale Jane had always imagined. Well, with one exception: her ripped-from-the-pages-of-a-romance-novel billionaire ex-boyfriend, Jason Foxx.
But could an uber-rich guy like Jason fall in love with a regular girl like Jane…who looks like a girl like Monica?
Did she even want him to?
(Previously Published as ABOUT MONDAY)
“This is a delightful take on the adage about walking a mile in another’s shoes…light and humorous and will keep readers turning the pages.” 4 Stars, Romantic Times
“It’s one of the rare books where my husband actually turned the telly up ~ to drown out my bursts of laughter! I will never look at Monday’s the same way, ever again!” Euro-Reviews
“…a gem which you should not dare miss!” ECataRomance Reviews
If there truly was a heaven on earth, she’d found it. There, in the middle of mayhem, with people hopping up and down and slamming into each other, she’d found peace. Content to stay there forever, she looped her arms around his neck, pressed her ear against his chest and inhaled his scent. Her body tingled wherever it made contact with his. And wave after wave of warmth coursed through her body.
She tipped her head to look up and he glanced down at her. One of his hands pressed against her back, pushing her tighter against him while the other palmed her cheek. His thumb stroked her lower lip and she instinctively slipped her tongue out to taste it.
A spark flashed in his eyes as he tipped his head and lowered it until his mouth hovered painfully close to hers. Breathless, eager for his kiss, she closed her eyes and waited.
He didn’t kiss her. Instead, he tortured her by leaving his mouth a fraction of an inch from hers. Their breaths mingled as their breathing quickened. And her lower regions burned with the need to be touched. She ground her pelvis into his leg, pressing and rubbing, furiously trying to ease the ache between her legs as they swayed. His hands dropped to her bottom and rested there, and hers slid down his chest, her fingertips tracing the lines of his developed muscles through the thin knit material of his T-shirt.
It was a magic moment, the most erotic, intense experience of her life. Their gazes locked and she could tell he too was overcome by the intensity. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips and she mirrored him. They didn’t speak, there was no need for words. Everything that needed to be said was conveyed through their eyes. In his, she saw the confusion and hunger, the fear and hope. It hurt to see him that way.
Then the song ended and with it the magic. Jason stiffened, stepping back when she lifted her hands, and gave her an awkward smile. “Shit, I can’t do this. My God…you…I could have…I mean, I want to…”
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