Summer Fling
Players of Marycliff University Book 1
Jerica MacMillan
New Adult Romance
Blurb
A chance encounter at a party brings Lance and Abby together. Lance just graduated and has a summer internship. His parents expect him to come back to Texas to work in the family business at the end of the summer. He likes to have fun and doesn't want to be tied down too soon. Until he meets Abby. Abby still has two years left of college and a mom who keeps her anchored near the town where she grew up. She is cautious in relationships, not letting people close. But Lance's persistence wears down her defenses. Knowing Lance is leaving, Abby tells herself it's just a summer fling. Will that be enough to keep her from falling in love?Add to Goodreads
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Excerpt
When the check came, Abby reached for her bag to pay for their meal. She figured that she could at least pay for dinner to thank Lance for driving her around all over today. She reached for the little vinyl folder, only to have it snatched out from under her hand.
Abby held out her hand to Lance. “What are you doing? Give me that.”
Lance leaned to the side so he could pull his wallet out of his pocket. He placed his card in the folder and set it on the corner of the table next to him out of Abby’s reach. “No.”
Abby leaned across the table trying to reach it anyway. The tips of her fingers made contact and she scrabbled at it, trying to get enough of a grip to pull it toward her. Lance placed his hand flat on top of it, ensuring that she couldn’t move it at all.
Abby sat back trying to figure out what he was doing. He watched her with a bland expression, his hand still resting on the little black folder. “Lance, please give me the check. I’d like to pay for dinner.”
Lance quirked an eyebrow at her, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I appreciate the polite request, Abby, but I’m afraid the answer is no.”
Abby narrowed her eyes at the humor fighting for control of his face. “I’m serious. I’m paying. You drove me to my mom’s house, waited outside without complaining, ran errands with me, and now you’re going to get home late because of all of it. At least let me buy you dinner.”
Lance tilted his head to one side like he was considering what she said. “Hmmm, you make an interesting point.”
“Yes, I do. Now give me the damn check.”
He clucked his tongue at her. “Language, Abby. Language.” The grin he’d been mostly holding back took over his face now.
Abby balled her hand into a fist in her lap, restraining the urge to walk to his side of the table, slap him, and yank the little folder out from under his hand. “Fine. I’m going to pay you back for my meal at least.” Her voice was tight with frustration.
Lance chuckled. He leaned forward, one arm on the table. “Abby, I’m glad you called me. I like spending time with you. Remember? I even asked you for another date. This was it. You said thank you and you let me take you to dinner. That’s repayment enough.”
Abby inhaled sharply through her nose. “Lance, I—“
“Abby, stop arguing with me and just let me buy you dinner. You don’t have much choice at this point anyway.” He was still smiling at her.
Abby slumped back against her chair in defeat. Lance was calling this a date. That would make this their third date at least. She tried to suppress the fluttery feeling in her stomach that she got when he said he liked spending time with her. It was the same feeling she got every time he touched her.
“Why do you keep asking me out anyway? You’re Lance Kane, right?”
His smile faded, and his expression turned a little wary. “Yeah. I’m Lance Kane. Why do you think I keep asking you out? I told you I like spending time with you. Why else would I ask you out?”
Abby leaned forward now, pressing her point. “But Lance Kane doesn’t go out with a girl more than twice.” She motioned with her finger back and forth between them. “What’s the deal here, then? If you’re calling this a date, that makes three.”
Lance leaned back now, the smile completely gone from his face. “By my count it’s four.”
Abby’s eyes widened. “You count bullying me into having pie with you as a date?”
Lance shrugged. “I invited you, you said yes, and I paid. Sounds pretty date-like to me.”
“But, you didn’t … we didn’t …”
Lance leaned forward again and lowered his voice, his eyes fastened on hers. “We didn’t … what? Kiss? We could have but you ran away before I got the chance.”
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Other Books In This Series
Sleeping with your roommate is a bad idea, right?
Megan Davidson is scrambling to find a new place after Abby, her roommate and best friend decides to move in with her boyfriend Lance. With just a week until classes start, the open spot left in Lance’s old house looks like her best option. She moves in with Matt and Chris, shameless flirts and notorious players.
Chris Watkins first met Megan at their Fourth of July party over the summer, and he’s wanted her ever since. She’s now tantalizingly close, and he doesn’t want to keep his hands to himself, even if its the worst idea ever. Chris doesn’t do relationships, but once with Megan just isn’t enough.
With ground rules in place, it seems like everything’s working out fine. But will Chris’s history catch up to him and ruin everything?
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Jerica MacMillan is a lifelong reader and lover of romance. Nothing beats escaping into a book and watching people fall in love, overcome obstacles, and find their happily ever after. She was recently named a semi finalist in Harlequin’s So You Think You Can Write 2015 contest. Jerica is living her happily ever after in North Idaho with her husband and two children. She spends her days building with blocks, admiring preschooler artwork, and writing while her baby naps in the sling. Join her Book Club at www.JericaMacMillan.com and get a free book! Find Jerica on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and Goodreads.
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