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Zusatztext A funny! madcap! smexy romantic contemporary that had me reading straight through. Fast pacing and a smooth flowing storyline will keep you in stitches as Wallbanger and Nightie Girl begin the battle of the headboard. Filled with plenty of humor! sarcasm! engaging dialogue! and well developed characters-I didn’t stop laughing till the end. Informationen zum Autor After working for years in the cosmetics industry as a makeup artist, aesthetician, and educator, Alice Clayton picked up a pen (read laptop) for the first time at age thirty-three to begin a new career as author. Klappentext Fan favorites Caroline and Simon negotiate the rollercoaster of their new relationship while house-sitting in San FranciscoRusty Nailed chapter one “Oh, God.” Thump “Oh, God.” Thump thump “Caroline, don’t say those things to me when I’m so far away.” Simon chuckled, his voice low. And still as thrilling as it ever was. “Silly Simon, I’m simply reacting to the banging on the other side of the wall.” “Who’s on the other side of the wall?” “The guy with the hammer. You should see it. It’s huge.” “I’m going to have to ask you not to talk about some other guy’s hammer.” “Then get home and wow me with yours.” I laughed, closing the door to my office to reduce the noise. It wouldn’t be my office much longer, though. I was moving up in the world—or at least down the hall. That was the cause of the banging: renovating my new space. Bigger office, corner office, thank you very much, right next to Jillian’s, my boss and owner of. Better view of the bay and almost twice the size of my old office, with a small anteroom for a possible future intern. I might one day have an intern. How was this my life? “I’ll be home tomorrow. Think you can keep your thoughts on my hammer until then?” he asked. I glanced at the calendar on my desk, Simon’s arrival home circled. “I’m gonna do my best, babe, but you should see how thick that tool belt is. No promises.” Simon groaned and I laughed harder. I loved torturing him across multiple time zones. “And don’t forget my present.” “Do I ever?” “No, you’re a thoughtful one, aren’t you?” “Don’t forget my present either,” he said, his voice going low again. “Pink nightie is ready to go; I’ll be in it when you get home.” “And then I’ll be in it, on it, under it, I’ll—oops, gotta go, taxi’s here.” “We’ll continue the nightie talk in person. Love you,” I said. “Love you too, babe,” he said, and hung up. I stared at the phone for a moment, imagining him halfway across the world in Tokyo. This year alone he’d logged more frequent-flier miles than most people accrued in a lifetime, and he was booked solid for the rest of the year. I was still smiling at the phone when Jillian knocked and breezed in, then sat on the corner of my desk. “Something on your mind, Jillian?” I asked, pulling a browned petal from the vase of coral tinged roses next to where she was resting her cashmere-clad bum. “I can see something is on your mind. Was that Simon on the phone?” she asked as I grinned. “Only he can make your face light up like that.” “I say again—something on your mind, Jillian?” I repeated, poking her ever so slightly with my pencil. “I have something on my mind that might make your face light up even brighter—although it is an interesting tomato-soup color right now,” she teased. “Does your fiancé find you as annoying as everyone who works for you does?” “Way more, way way more. You ready to hear the big news, or did you want to keep sassing me?” “Hit me,” I said with a sigh. I love my boss, but she do...
