Part of Series
Enemies to lovers, close proximity, workplace romance with a second chance French twist. Lizzie I used to believe in happily ever afters. How could I not? I fell in love with a high school star athlete in Paris. But I’ve learned that loving each other for eternity is kind of subjective. I’ve dabbled in forever, and it didn’t take. These days, it’s more fun to prank, mock and utterly destroy my work-time rival than it is to bother with forever. That is, until we meet face to face, I’m smacked with a dose of forever I never saw coming. And now, staring at a future I’ve dedicated my life to, dreamed and worked for, bested and battled to achieve, Now I'm wondering if forever is subjective or inevitable regarding this man. Danny I hate her. That’s simple enough. I hate the girl who ruined my heart and the woman who is currently ruining my life. I need an explanation for both, but I’m not sure I’ll ever get it, or at least not from her. Being apart doesn't always mean you can put distance between you. And now, if I make the wrong choice between what I deserve and what I want, I could lose everything. To paraphrase my favorite movie, 'But I guess we can always Keep Paris.' Boston Brothers: A Second Chance series centers around a group of men and the women they love who all royally messed it up the first time but won’t let the next time pass them by. These interconnected standalones begin with Keep Paris.
Author
I used to create "dreams" with my best friend growing up. We'd each pick a boy we liked, then we'd write down a meet-cute that always ended with a happily ever after. Now I get to dream every day, although it's a little steamier these days. And I've discovered I can and will write anywhere I can. Keep tuned to Instagram to see all the times I fit in a sentence or two. I'm a writer, married to a writer, mother of a creative dynamo of a nine-year-old boy and currently a little sleepy. I'm a klutz and goofball and love lipstick as much as my Chuck Taylors. Good things in the world: pepperoni pizza, Flair pens*, wine, coffee, laughing with my friends until my stomach hurts, a musician at the top of their game, getting lost somewhere I've never been, matinee movies on a weekday, the Chicago Cubs, a fresh new notebook full of possibilities, bourbon on a cold night, Fantasy Football, witty men, walking through the local zoo in the rain and that moment when a character clicks in and begins to write their own adventure. I'm just the pen.
