Once Upon a Sure Thing (Heartbreakers #2) by Lauren Blakely
Single mom. Friends to lovers. A steamy week in the studio making music. But is the chance of romance worth the risk of our sure thing?
It’s so easy being best friends with a gorgeous, talented, charming guy.
Said no woman ever. Except me.
My friendship with Miller is a sure thing — he’s my plus one, my emergency contact, and my shoulder to lean on. He’s also been by my side helping me raise one helluva awesome kid who’s the center of my world.
Nothing will change our easy breezy friendship. Until I have the bright idea to convince him to start a new band with me.
Trouble is, our sizzling chemistry in the recording studio is getting harder to ignore, no matter how risky it might be.
Sing sexy songs with the woman you’ve been lusting after? Get up close and personal as you croon to the woman you’ve wanted for years?
Piece of cake.
Performing with the sweet, sassy and insanely wonderful Ally is like one gigantic obstacle course of challenges for my libido. And my libido is one sexy love song away from kissing her senseless and taking her home.
But, I’m not a serious kind of guy, and she’s not a one-night-stand kind of woman. If we cross the horizontal line, we might risk our sure thing and end up out of tune forever…
ONCE UPON A SURE THING is a standalone novel about Miller & Ally in the HEARTBREAKERS series of standalones! The books in this three-book series can be read in any order, but are best enjoyed in the following order: ONCE UPON A REAL GOOD TIME, ONCE UPON A SURE THING, ONCE UPON A WILD FLING!
Excerpt Once Upon a Sure Thing (Heartbreakers #2)by Lauren Blakely
Miller holds open the hobby shop door for me. “After you, my warrior princess. I believe we have a castle to create.”
“Chloe left me a list of items to pick up, since she’s seeing her therapist.”
“Never miss a shrink visit, I say.” Miller stops in front of a remote-controlled helicopter display. “How are they going for her, anyway?”
“Good. She’s almost done with the appointments. She’s doing so well now, but it took a while,” I say, smiling as we go inside, proud of my girl.
“I’m glad she’s doing better. It’s all because of you.”
I wave off the compliment as we head down the aisles. Pom-poms and fabrics abound, nestled alongside scrapbook boxes and glitter glue, which cuddles with glitter guns and ribbons. I stop at an aisle bursting with silver ribbons, polka-dot ribbons, and ribbons with tassels. I scratch my head. “I don’t understand why there are so many ribbons.”
Miller leans in close and whispers, “The better to tie you up with, my pretty.”
A tingle spreads over my shoulders, surprising me, even thought I’m not surprised by his words. He’s a natural-born flirt, and I’m used to his naughty banter. It’s never directed toward me, per se. He’s just having fun. It’s Miller being Miller, like when we play Bananagrams and he tries to make as many naughty-sounding words as possible, like caulk and diphthong. “In that case, let’s make it a polka-dot ribbon. I can wear it with my famous polo shirts and ponytails,” I say, referring to the super-sweet style I wore when I sang online with my brother.
“Ooh, that makes it even naughtier, and it proves my point.”
He holds up a finger. “I have a hunch craft stores are frequented by the Fifty Shades crowd.”
I laugh. “DIY BDSM-ers?”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “Ribbons are for typing pretty wrists.” He circles his hand around my wrist, sending another unexpected charge through me. I do my best to ignore the sensation. He lets go quickly and leads me to an aisle of wooden frames, birdhouses, and, oddly enough, paddles. “Those paddles are not for school projects, I tell you.”
“Whatever are they for?” I ask, feigning innocence.
Miller mimes spanking my butt. Next, he gestures to the candle-making section. “Exhibit B that hobby shops are fronts for kinky sex clubs—just imagine all this wax dripping on bellies and butts tonight.”
“How on earth am I supposed to work on a project with Chloe now that you’ve put these thoughts in my head?”
He runs a hand lightly over my hair and says in his raspy baritone, “I suspect those thoughts were already there.”
Were they? Are they? Images scroll through my mind, mostly involving ribbons.