Karly has been writing up a storm, putting out curvy girl romances all year!
Check out the latest installment.
Meet Victoria and Logan!
How many coincidences does it take to make it fate?
Logan and I are flirting buddies. That’s. It. Or so I keep telling myself.
I met Logan because he lives in the same small Alaskan town as one of my best friends. While I’m there, Logan and I decided to be flirting buddies. Two weeks of fun with no commitment. It’s kind of perfect. Only when I leave it feels like I left a part of my heart in Alaska.
Then my only single cousin tells me that he’s engaged and that I need a plus one for the wedding.
Thanks a lot, cuz.
It turns out that Logan will be in the next state over the same week as the festivities.(Coincidence? I’m not sure.) He offers to join me, and I say yes.
When Logan’s ex makes an unexpected appearance, suddenly Logan and I are fake dating so she leaves him alone and my family gets off my back.
I’ll spare you the details of how we ended up in the same hotel suite.
Just how many of these things should I ignore before I give into Fate and let myself fall for the guy?
Check it out! The third book in my Girl and Her Cat series out out today!
I’ve had so much fun writing these books! I’m excited to launch this one out into the world 🙂
What to expect: The snarky cat is back The government using mindful language As many silly apocalyptic tropes as could fit in there without going over the top Wyatt thinking he’s a genius A high-speed bicycle chase
The eBook is available at Amazon. Paperbacks should be up in a few days.
Excerpt:
Wyatt verified his address, then sat back. “You guys ready? We’re going to see burning buildings, rioting mobs, gang wars, and old women having fist fights.”
“Sorry, kid,” the driver spoke. “Most of the, uh, excitement has been centered around Grace Medical. Once we get clear of the grounds, things will be more normal.”
We’d emerged on the back side of the hospital and drove along a road that was likely for supply trucks. A chain link fence lined both sides of the path, and someone had draped tarps along them so I couldn’t see beyond.
“Trust me, you don’t want to look,” the driver said.
“We know,” Whitney said. “We were there.”
Wyatt folded his arms across his chest and let out a humph. “No riots? No zombie hoards? This is a lame apocalypse.”
“Because it’s not the apocalypse,” Whitney reminded him.
I was going to have a long lead up to this release and a big party and all that jazz, but as soon as I finished this book I wanted to get it out into the world!
I shifted in the hospital bed, wondering how they could make
a mattress this uncomfortable. People had to stay here for weeks at a time; did
they all come away with flat butts and bad backs?
“You okay, Everly?” Whitney occupied the recliner at the
side of my bed. She’d pulled the footrest up and laid the top back and was scrolling
through social media on her phone. Although, I could tell she wasn’t really
paying attention because she’d passed two posts of musicians I knew she loved.
“I’m fine.” I turned a little to put pressure on a different
spot on my butt.
Whitney looked over her phone at me. “Do you have to pee?”
I glared. “No.” I’d caught my best friend with a faraway
look in her eye and an expression of pain on her face a few times this morning.
I knew she felt guilty about running over Jason, not to mention stabbing Amy in
the face with her flute. Instead of dealing with it, she’d been mothering me.
“Then why are you moving around? Does your arm hurt? Should
I call the nurse?”
“The only reason you want to call the nurse is because he
looks like the guy from Cobra Kai.” At least this little part of Whitney
was still fine.
Whitney held up a finger. “A perfectly chiseled version of
the guy from Cobra Kai. Did you see his pecs?”
“Nope.” Of course I had, but I’d been much more distracted
by the way Wyatt, Whitney’s brother, had been hovering at my side since the
night of the musical when I’d been bit and we’d run over a guy in the van. My
eyes drifted to the chair he’d been sitting in a few minutes before and I
repressed a sigh. He’d pulled it close to the side of my bed and rested his arm
by my leg as he’d looked through the newsfeeds for more information on our not-quite-an-apocalypse.
It was hard to breathe with any part of him that close to me.
“Oh, you saw him, but I think you’re distracted by the
biggest dork on the planet,” Whitney said.
My face burned, and I shook my head. “I have no idea what
you’re talking about.” I’d never told Whitney that I had a huge crush on her
older brother, but she’d obviously figured it out.
“Whatever.” Whitney rolled her eyes at me.
My phone buzzed, and I reached for it, careful not to tug on
the IV in my arm, the bandage over the bite, or the annoying oxygen monitor
around my finger. I smiled when I found a picture of Echo from Wyatt on the
screen.
Wyatt had caught my Bengal cat, all brown-orange fur and
black spots, licking his lips. Echo looked happy, which meant Wyatt was
spoiling him.
Everly: What did you feed him?
Wyatt: Just a snack.
A bunch of eating emojis followed. Something stirred in the
pit of my stomach. I’d decided to call this fluttering-butterfly-wing feeling
Cupid. Mostly so I could specifically tell stupid Cupid to go away. I needed to
keep things casual between us. How would un-twitterpated Everly answer Wyatt?
Everly: I thought you were on patrol.
Wyatt: Bros gotta eat.
“Uh-huh,” I muttered.
“Wyatt?” Whitney pointed at my phone.
“He’s spoiling my cat.” I showed her the picture.
“I’m not surprised. He’s in love with Echo. I expect their
wedding announcement any day.”
I tried to keep the edge out of my laugh. Wyatt had been
paying a lot of attention to me, especially after we’d escaped the school
musical with our lives, but I had to remind myself that he really liked my cat.
Not necessarily me.
