My twin brother’s talked me into a lot of crazy things, but taking his place on a road trip with his girlfriend so he can party with his friends is a whole new level of insanity. What’s even more insane is I somehow find myself agreeing to it—thanks, alcohol, guilt, and bribery. I’m determined to undo the arrangement, but then I meet Gwen, this sexy redheaded hurricane of energy and brains.
And then she kisses me. Just like that, I’m driving her up the coast, on our way to a wedding with a mess of complications. With each hour and each stop, I’m falling harder and harder for a woman who doesn’t know my actual name.
I’m trying to do the right thing. Or the lesser of the wrong things. All my life I’ve had to clean up my brother’s messes, but for the first time ever, I’ve landed the upper hand in one of our switcheroo schemes. Now I’ve just got to come clean and convince Gwen that I’m the brother she should be with.
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I’m definitely going to hell for this. Probably a little faster with each kiss,
too—yet I couldn’t stop.
What with the way she fit against me so perfectly, and
the amazing things she could do with her lips and tongue, I decided it’d be
worth it.
Seriously, how was I supposed to
resist this drop-dead gorgeous girl who also made superhero and humping-unicorn
jokes?
It was like I’d made her in a lab, only I wasn’t creative
enough to mix in some of the awesome things about her. That also sounded a bit
too Frankenstein’s monster, so I needed to abandon that analogy. She wanted to
be done with thinking, and so did I. I boosted her into my arms, my hands
planted firmly on her ass as I rolled my tongue over hers.
She lowered her
forehead to mine and made an mmm
noise that made me feel like a rock star. Since there wasn’t anywhere for me to
lay her down—probably a good thing, because my self-restraint was crumbling by
the second and I’d never be able to resist crawling over her and getting lost
for a while—I reluctantly lowered her to her feet.
The slow drag of her body ripped a ragged groan from
me.
“Dinner?” she asked, the breathlessness in her voice only
making me want to see just how breathless I could make her. “It looks like
there’s a burger joint in the middle of that strip of shops, and I bet we could
get the ice cream you owe me for dessert, since we survived and all.”
“Maybe now you’ll have a bit more faith in me.” Even as I
said it, it stung. She shouldn’t have
faith in me. She should kick my ass to the curb, and she undoubtedly would if
she knew I was an imposter who was standing in for my brother. My brother who
had stumbled into a relationship with a perfect girl, but was too stupid to see
it, so he was letting her go.
Even worse, I was glad—I couldn’t stand the thought of
Gwen being his girl and hugging and kissing him while I stood by and pretended
it didn’t tear me up inside. The thought of any guy touching her made toxic
jealousy seep into my gut.
Once again, I wondered how I could feel this strongly
after knowing her for a couple of days.
How much more fun could we have if
we had more time?
But that wasn’t a possibility, and
nothing would change the fact that if she found out I wasn’t Evan, she’d be
angry, and I couldn’t go on for the rest of my life pretending to be someone
else.
About Cindi:
Cindi Madsen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a pretty new pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She loves music and dancing and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband, three children, and one overly-dramatic tomcat.
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