The official release date for 'Text me, Tweet me, Need me', my contemporary romance novella, is 6th May 2013 - but you can buy it now, direct from Lyrical Press!
Texting and tweeting can lead to trouble when the truth gets out…Dating your boss is bad. Finding out he’s married with a baby on the way is a whole lot worse, but losing your job when you show him the door really sucks. And when he knows all your family secrets, there’s bound to be trouble. But the job Samantha’s got lined up can put her life back on track. One last date for research purposes before she can finish her article on online dating–then she’s a man-free zone, and it’s serious journalism all the way.
Ben has only one thing on his mind: to keep the promise he made to look after Sam. All he has to do is work out how he can support a girl who distrusts men, hates charity, and definitely doesn’t want rescuing. He thinks he’s come up with the perfect solution, until he realizes it’s his heart, not his money he needs to invest.
But can Sam see past the lies and learn to trust a man again? And more importantly…will Ben still want her when he learns about her past?
CONTENT WARNING: Contains hot texts, sexy showers, a girl who can pack a punch, and lasagne.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Enjoying proving I’m an idiot you can’t trust.”
“No.” If she’d thought his voice was hard before, this was new ground. Granite. And he looked angry. “No, I’m not enjoying this. I thought we had an agreement.” He looked straight at her. “Sam, we’re only one day in and you’re lying to me. What am I supposed to think?” His dark gaze bit into her, and her insides squirmed into an ever tighter knot. “I thought that I was a good enough judge of character to ignore all the skeptics who were warning me to steer clear of you.”
“What do you mean?” Fear sharpened her tone. “What do you mean the skeptics?” The gnawing in her stomach increased.
Why the hell hadn’t she seen this coming?
She’d been a bloody fool again. This wasn’t about not trusting her or thinking she couldn’t do the job, it was about every last person in the industry who judged her by what her stepbrother had done. She hadn’t thought it was a problem until Andy had sounded off, had pointed out to her that she only had a job because of him. Without him she was nothing.
The lead weight sank deeper in her gut. He was going to throw her out and all she could do was sit here with bile in her throat, saying nothing. Bowing to the inevitable. Except this time she wouldn’t.
“Oh come on, Sam, you know as well as I do that everyone knows everything in this business.”
“So this is about Mike is it? One day you like my work, then all of a sudden it doesn’t matter how I write, all of a sudden the gossip matters. Well, that stinks. You know that?”
“Hold on Sam, why the hell has this all turned into hysterics about Mike?”
“I’m not hysterical.”
“As near as, dammit.”
“And why the hell shouldn’t I be? It’s you who’s decided to sack me because of him.”
“Sack you? Because of Mike? Is that what you think?” His voice was flat, but when she looked up the granite features had softened. It brought a hard lump to her throat. But she didn’t want pity. Pity would make her cry. Bring the tears she was fighting tumbling out. “I don’t get where you’re coming from, Sam. This is about you breaking our agreement, not about your family. You can be related to the pope for all I care.”
“Then what’s all that shit about the skeptics? About industry gossip?”
“Oh, Sam.” He sighed and leaned back resignedly in his chair. “You know people talk, and one or two mouth off about you two being related and what he did, but I honestly think it’s all crap. The whole Mike thing is a lot of fuss about nothing, Mike was Mike and you are definitely you. But then you do something like this and I just don’t get it. And,” he leaned forwards, elbows on desk, studying her, “I don’t get why admitting you were close to him is such a big deal.”
“Close? He was my stepbrother.” Mike was gone, but his legacy lived on.
“We all have the odd problem relative. That’s what families are there for.”
“It‘s not funny.”
“Not much is in your world is it, Sam?” His voice softened even further and she hated him for it. It was easy for him to sit there making judgment.