“The perfect, irresistible romantic comedy!”
—Erin Nicholas, New York Times bestselling author
Weekend Wife, an all-new sassy and quirky stand-alone rom com from New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy, is available now!
Billionaire businessman in need of a fake fiancée…
It should be the easiest job ever for an out-of-work actress, right?
All I have to do is pose as Grant Caldwell (the Third)’s fiancé for a fancy-pants weekend in the Hamptons. Easy. Wear designer clothing and sip champagne? Don’t mind if I do. Flirting with Grant? It’s so delicious I should be paying him.
Nothing can go wrong as long as I can just keep my hands off of him.
But that’s the hard part. And I do mean hard.
Because Grant is sexy.
And bossy.
And surprisingly sweet, a real rarity in his pretentious family.
Oops. I’m not as good at faking it as I thought. Or maybe they call this method acting. Because it’s getting harder to figure out where my character ends and I begin…
It just might be the role of a lifetime.
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My Review:
Erin McCarthy is a new-to-me author and I'm officially a fan!
Weekend wife is about Grant, the grumpy billionaire who eats at the local diner each Wednesday just so he can see the singing waitress in a poodle skirt. The one that he has a massive crush on, and when he tries to "walk away" from Leah leaving her an exaggerated tip, she thinks he's made a mistake and runs out after him to return his $100 bill....only to be smacked down by a cab and spraining her ankle. Grant comes to the rescue, and sweeps her off her feet. Literally.
When he asks the aspiring actress to play his girlfriend for the weekend, she agrees to go with him to meet his family in the Hamptons.
This was a sweet story with just a tad big of drama (because, of course it has to have drama!), and reminded me a bit of the Pretty Woman story (and it's even mentioned in the book). This was a quick, and fun read with a HEA and likeable characters.
Weekend wife is about Grant, the grumpy billionaire who eats at the local diner each Wednesday just so he can see the singing waitress in a poodle skirt. The one that he has a massive crush on, and when he tries to "walk away" from Leah leaving her an exaggerated tip, she thinks he's made a mistake and runs out after him to return his $100 bill....only to be smacked down by a cab and spraining her ankle. Grant comes to the rescue, and sweeps her off her feet. Literally.
When he asks the aspiring actress to play his girlfriend for the weekend, she agrees to go with him to meet his family in the Hamptons.
This was a sweet story with just a tad big of drama (because, of course it has to have drama!), and reminded me a bit of the Pretty Woman story (and it's even mentioned in the book). This was a quick, and fun read with a HEA and likeable characters.
Excerpt
I looked at Leah. “Sorry about that. I am not filthy rich.” I actually was, but I felt compelled to be modest. “I’m just rich.”
“Oh, yeah? Well… I think everyone’s definition of filthy is different.”
And just like that, Leah took an awkward moment and made it flirtatious. Her voice was low, breathy.
Green light. That’s what that was. And I was hitting the gas and plowing into the intersection.
I eyed her. “What do you know about filthy?”
I had leaned closer to her, turned slightly, my thigh brushing against the fabric of her skirt. Her lips were a ripe raspberry color and she had a divot in the base of her chin that made me want to kiss it. Her chest rose and fell beneath her tight sweater with a quick rhythm, like she was turned on. Intrigued. Contemplating her move. She opened her mouth, gaze sweeping over my lips, and for a second I thought she was going to move close enough that I could kiss her.
Instead, she held my gaze, all seduction and skill, while her hand shot out and tucked the cash into the breast pocket of my suit. She grinned and turned back to the front, smug.
Damn.
“Nice acting skills,” I told her dryly. Leah, starring in the role of femme fatale, and I’d fallen for it.
“Thanks. I’m working on eye contact.”
I was working on blue balls.
She was cute and clever. Fuck.
I knew a couple of women who wanted exactly what I did—no-strings-attached sex. No one got offended if months went by without contact and it was just as likely they would text me as I would text them. I didn’t get… ensnared. Leah could ensnare me. It might be time to send out a sexual SOS. I needed zero contact with Leah after today. She wasn’t good for my concentration. But I did admire both her boldness and her talent.
“That was savage,” I told her. “I love it.”
“I need a distraction from the fact that my ankle seems to have a heartbeat and half the ice has melted so now my sock is damp.”
Right. Her busted ankle. That was the relevant issue at hand, not my dick.
“You really should elevate your ankle. Turn a little.”
Surprisingly, she obeyed me. I dug my way through all that fabric and hauled her calf and ankle up onto my lap. I also tucked the hundred bucks back into her skirt pocket. She didn’t seem to notice and just cleared her throat.
Leah bit her bottom lip. “This is weird,” she said. “I don’t think you want my damp sock on your pants.”
There were so many things I wanted to say. All of them inappropriate as fuck.
What I settled for was, “Don’t assume what I want.”
About Erin
USA Today and New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy sold her first book in 2002 and has since written over seventy-five novels and novellas in the romance and mystery genres. Erin has a special weakness for high-heeled boots, martinis, and Frank Sinatra. She lives with her renovation-addicted husband (he built her a bar, so it’s all good!) and their blended family of kids and rescue dogs.
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