Title: Charmer
Author: Kayley Loring
Genre: Steamy Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 25, 2020
Blurb
NICO
She serves me coffee late at night when I come around to write lyrics,
but itās not the caffeine Iāve gotten addicted to.
Weāve got the spark, but sheās the only woman in town
who seems to be immune to my charms.
When itās time for me to leave for my cross-country tour,
I just canāt imagine not seeing her for months.
So I offer her a job on the road with me.
KAT
Everyone in LA knows that Nico Todd has a way with songs and with the
ladies.
What he doesnāt know is that I would love to let him have his way with
me.
But my life can only revolve around one infuriatingly cute guyā
the six-year-old that I live with.
Imagine my surprise when Nico finds out about my little boy
and tells me to bring him and my mom on the road too.
And imagine Nicoās surprise when he realizes my son
is the biggest charmer of them all.
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Excerpt
I may have studied to be on the wrong side of the camera, because I am
the Meryl Streep of acting like I donāt want to lock myself in a closet with
Nico Todd and lick him all over.
I can feel his beautiful brown eyes on me as I walk away, but Iām not
going to look back at him. If I look back at him, heāll think Iām flirting. And
Iām not flirting. Iām just a really awesome waitress who obsesses about the
well-being and voice and eyelashes and butt and hands and full lips of all my
customers. I check in with my other table to see if these non-Nico people want
anything else, and quickly glance over my shoulder at him.
Heās scribbling in his notebook. Not looking at me. Good. Why should he?
But praise the Disney gods, he grew up good. I wasnāt a huge fan of that
wizard showāalways more of a movie nerdābut I watched the first season if I was
at home when it was on. I was thirteen and my friends had pictures of Shane
Miller and Nico Todd up in their lockers. I may have had Annie Leibovitz
portraits and stills from Ken Burns documentaries taped to mine, but I had eyes
and hormones. Still do!
I didnāt recognize him immediately the first time I saw him walk into the
coffee shop, but my stomach flipped in a way that it hadnāt in years. We get
all kinds of celebrities in here pretty much every night, because Beachwood is
that kind of neighborhood. Itās a casual hipster restaurant, so most people
roll in here wearing T-shirts and jeans, unless theyāre talent agency
doucheholes. But some people look better in T-shirts and jeans than others.
Some people have that glow about them, even in a dimly lit retro coffee shop.
And all the other waitresses who were on that shift were talking about Nico in
the back of the house. It seemed like every one of them knew someone or had
heard about someone whoād been out with himāonce or twice. Iāve been somewhat
out of the loop for about six years, so that was the first Iād heard of him
becoming a musician, and that was when I knew for certain that heād be
off-limits for me.
But I mean, itās my job to take good care of him while heās here. And to
occasionally wonder what the fuck heās up to when he isnāt here. And to think
about him every time I take a shower.
Because once I had listened to him on Spotify, I became a fan.
I fell in love with the songs and tried to stay detached from the singer.
Which is impossible, because heās so good. His voice is sexy, sure, but
he has this way of singing with his whole heart and soul even though he isnāt
usually belting things out. And heās got magic fingers because the way he plays
guitarāI swear it feels like heās strumming my clitoris. His songs are cool but
warm at the same time, like an ice cream sundae. Theyāre all about women, of
course, and itās so easy to close your eyes and picture him singing to you.
Even the songs that are about things not working out with a girl are somehow
poignant and swoony.
But by the tenth time Iād listened to every song on all of his albums, I
realized something: even though he writes and sings love songsāhe never once
says the words āI love you.ā
Which is why heād be nothing but trouble.
But I can still appreciate his talent when Iām alone, in the privacy of
my bedroom.
I can still have a crush on him.
Everyone needs a little crush to get through the day.
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Author Bio
Before writing steamy romantic comedy novels, Kayley Loring
got a BFA in creative writing from a Canadian university and had a fifteen-year
career as a screenwriter in Los Angeles (under a different name). She mostly
wrote PG-13 family comedies that studios would pay her lots of money for and
then never make into movies. In 2017 she decided to move to the Pacific
Northwest and write about all the fun stuff that she wasn't allowed to write
about in those PG-13 scripts. Now sheās breathing cleaner air and writing
dirtier words. Itās an adjustment sheās happily getting used to.
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