He’s Just a Friend

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He’s Just a Friend

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It’s been a while since I’ve blogged about my pen name, Karly Stratford. I have a new release from her!

This is my first curvy girl romance. Being a curvy girl myself, I can pretty much relate to everything that happens to Val.

This is a Hallmark style, sweet and clean romance. It’s adorable! If you’re a fan of Hallmark romances, hilarious characters, and witty dialogue, this book is for you!

They were best friends in high school.

Sort of.

Could they be something more now?

Nate:
The last place Nate had ever thought he’d hear Val’s voice again was at a gallery stroll in Boise, Idaho.

Yet here she was. Vibrant red hair, beautiful smiling face, and her lips stretched in a laugh.

He couldn’t look away—he’d always loved her laugh—and he moved toward her as if in a dream.

Val:
Val’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t seen Nate since they’d graduated. Since he’d taken someone else to prom.

That had been messy.

Why was he here? Had he come to see her, the art, or had Fate drawn them together again?

Only one way to find out.

Can Nate and Val overcome their blunders of the past and soar into their future, or will their old mistakes come back to haunt them and drive them apart?

Get your copy today!

Excerpt

The couple meets at a gallery stroll where Val is showing her illustrations

“You look great, Val.”

“Thanks.” She ducked her head, just like she always did when anyone gave her a compliment about her looks. “You too.”

For some reason he felt he had to clear the Sadie thing up. “Hey, I had no idea she was the president’s daughter. I met her like twenty minutes ago.” He pointed. “The shop guys invited me here tonight. Apparently, it’s an ambush.”

That got a laugh from Val. “You have to stay on your toes.”

He laughed. “Do you live nearby?”

“I’m just outside the city.” Val’s eyes drifted past him, and he realized that there were people behind him that wanted to talk to her.

“What’s your number?” Nathan retrieved his phone. “I’ll call you. We can at least do breakfast or something while I’m in town.”

“Lunch. You know I don’t do mornings.”

“Brunch?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe.” She held out her hand and he gave her his phone. A few seconds later she handed it back. “There you go.”

He gave her one last smile and jerked his head over his shoulder. “And now, for your adoring fans.”

“Bring it on,” she said.

That smile. He’d forgotten how much he loved her smile. It put him at ease and made him want to dance or sing. Things he didn’t normally do.

Was he giving her a dopey grin? He wiped whatever it had been off his face and said, “I’ll call you.”


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