Fly Me to the Moon
By Bev Elle
Out February 14, 2015
Synopsis
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Jessamy Taylor has been in a dating slump exacerbated by moving her sickly
mother into her home. The truth is she's never gotten over the quirky Dr.
Griffin Sanderson whose Obsessive Compulsive Disorder drives her crazy, despite
his excellent bedside manner.
Fly Me To The Moon is a love song covered by many, the most memorable being Frank Sinatra. Griffin whistles this tune incessantly, but that’s just one of the many odd quirks Jessamy Taylor either loves or hates about him. Since their ill-fated love affair two years prior, she’s found no one to replace the good doctor.
A date with a self-absorbed jerk that goes awry for Jessamy somehow ends with her in Griffin’s arms. Will the changes he’s made be enough this time, or will secrets tear them apart?
Fly Me To The Moon is a love song covered by many, the most memorable being Frank Sinatra. Griffin whistles this tune incessantly, but that’s just one of the many odd quirks Jessamy Taylor either loves or hates about him. Since their ill-fated love affair two years prior, she’s found no one to replace the good doctor.
A date with a self-absorbed jerk that goes awry for Jessamy somehow ends with her in Griffin’s arms. Will the changes he’s made be enough this time, or will secrets tear them apart?
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Excerpt
Chapter 2
Kyla rasped, “I-Is
that Griffin petting a dog over there?”
Jessamy shielded
her eyes with her hand and peered across the cul-de-sac. If she’d seen it
first, she might have choked on her lemonade, too. Griffin Sanderson was
petting the Fowlers’ dog. “Oh my God, he is!”
“Don’t they have
like a gazillion germs or something? And what happened to his glasses?”
“Actually, some
would argue that dogs are cleaner than humans. And Griffin got contacts.”
“Finally. You know,
Jess, he’s looking kind of good, today. You might want to tap that again since
he’s had a makeover and all.”
Jessamy waved her
off. “I couldn’t possibly.”
“Why not? The guy I
see over there looks infinitely tappable.” Kyla set her drink on the table and
folded her arms.
Jessamy sipped her
lemonade. “He may look tappable today, but you didn’t have to experience what I
did with him as his girlfriend for two years. I should’ve called it quits after
our Christmas trip to the Poconos, but I had fallen for him, and like so many
misinformed women in history before me, I thought I could change him.”
“You’d think you
two would’ve been great together, twin OCD and all. And I thought you said the
trip to the Poconos was perfect.” Kyla said, air-quoting the word perfect.
“Everything was
perfect up until that trip. We had so much in common. We both loved science
fiction. We were both G.R.R. Martin geeks who watched the Game of Thrones show
together and nitpicked how the show differed from the books. And even though I
had the books on my kindle, he gifted me the hardbacks as a three-month
anniversary present.” Jessamy smiled at the memory.
“I remember. You
two were enough to make regular folks gag.”
“And you and Carter
don’t—with your copious PDA?”
Kyla laughed. “But
at least we don’t get all aroused over an episode of The Big Bang Theory.”
“Carter likes that
show.”
“Not more than he
likes me, though.” Kyla actually twirled her hair.
“Is he coming
today?”
“Yeah, after he
does his Saturday morning nine holes with his boss. Ugh!”
“Good, we’re going
to need all the people we can get to eat up all this food.” Jessamy eyed the
tables balefully.
“Look!” Kyla said.
“Griffin’s holding the Fowlers’ baby. Now doesn’t that make your ovaries want
to explode?”
Jessamy turned her
head slowly, knowing the sight would slay her. Griffin never held
babies. She took it all in as if in slow motion. Mark was holding their toddler
in place as Jenny was cleaning up the sticky Popsicle he was covered in, while
Griffin was holding the four-month old. He cradled her a bit nervously at
first, then he seemed to get his baby-holding legs under him and finally began
to smile and talk to her.
Jessamy and Kyla
could hear her baby giggle from where they stood. “Aww!” They said in tandem.
Meet the Author
Bev
Elle the author of sweet and spicy, contemporary romance. A lover of
books–many already written, and those she harbors in her very active
imagination. Writing is a passion she’s had for many years, but was unable to
act upon. Until now. Bev Elle is the mother of three human children and two
canines. She is also the lover of one husband :) When Bev isn’t writing in her spare time after
work, she is thinking of doing so.
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