This Love of
Mine
Mirror Lake, #2
By Miranda Liasson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Out October 6,
2015
Bridal shop owner
Meg Halloran spends her days making other women’s wedding dreams come true—and
her nights dreaming of her childhood crush, hometown heartthrob Dr. Benjamin
Rushford. After a lifetime of wearing her heart on her sleeve, she’s done
waiting. Meg’s ready to find love, with or without him. Moving on feels
right—until Ben pops an unexpected question.
To win the open ER
position in Mirror Lake, Ben has to convince the board that he’s settled and
ready to put down roots. His latest stroke of genius? Asking Meg, the local
good girl, to be his pretend girlfriend. With her by his side, he’s a shoo-in
for the job. But he’s in over his head because, as much as he tries to deny it,
Meg tempts him. And if she learns the truth about a secret that has shadowed
and shaped his life, will she ever be able to forgive him?
Ben leads Meg out onto the dance floor at a business
dinner, and she’s very uncomfortable...
“Okay, baby, here
we go. Hold on tight!” Ben’s face lit up with clear glee as he spun and
twirled, tipped and swayed, keeping a hard and fast grip on her at all times.
He put his hands on
her hips and had her mimic his own movements.
Terror threatened
to freeze her limbs but she couldn’t not do . . . something. Maybe it was the
fact that she felt responsible for doing whatever she could to help him get
this job. But maybe it was the look of pure joy on Ben’s face that mesmerized
her, made her feel giddy and . . . happy. Yes, happy in a way that made her
throw herself into the dancing with reckless abandon for the first time in her
life. She shook, she shimmied, she did wild and crazy things like swung and swayed
and twisted. The disastrous evening seemed far away, and she was enveloped in
Ben’s smile, his confident touch, and his cocky swagger as he clearly loved
every move.
He drew her near
and said into her ear, “Hang on for the finale, sweetheart.” Before she could
respond, he pushed her until she flew away from him, then when their arms were
fully outstretched and they were holding on only by their fingertips, he reeled
her slowly back in until their bodies were touching, hips swaying together in a
rhythm fueled by the erotic beat of the music.
As he flung her out
one final time, she lost balance a little and cast out an arm to compensate.
She stumbled, clutching at him to avoid falling. That was when she heard the
rip.
The first sensation
was relief—she could finally breathe. But that was followed quickly by terror
as she realized the entire seam along the backside of her dress had ripped wide
open, and the entire restaurant was about to catch a full and unobstructed view
of her ass.
She spun and backed
up against Ben’s body, plastering herself flat against him.
“Wow, Meggie,” Ben
said as she ground into his crotch. “I never realized dancing got you so hot.”
She twisted her
neck around far enough to send him the stink eye. Then she clutched at him for
dear life.
“Do not move away
from me,” she managed.
“Sure, no problem.
Are you . . . flirting with me? Because if you are, I’m all in.” As she pushed
against him, he wrapped his hands around her upper arms, a move which normally
would have caused goose bumps to course up and down their lengths.
She scootched up
against his chest and put her mouth near his ear. “Listen to me carefully. I’m
only going to say this once. I am not flirting with you. My dress tore and . .
.”
He stilled
suddenly. “And what?” he asked.
“And I always wear
undies. I never go anywhere without them. Except maybe for today.”
He tried pushing
her away, no doubt to see the spectacle for himself, but she clung to him with
the suction of an octopus.
“I didn’t think you
were that kind of gal, Meggie.” His voice sounded choked.
“Panty lines are
embarrassing. I had no choice.”
“Nice.”
“Just help me!”
“How do you propose
I do that?”
“You’re used to
dealing with crises, aren’t you? Think of something!”
“Keep smiling,” he
said calmly. “And wave to all the nice people who are staring at us.”
“Hey, can we have a
napkin?” he asked one of the kitchen staff. “My girlfriend just split her
dress. Ouch!” He glared at Meg while holding his ribs, which she’d just
elbowed. “What’d you do that for?”
“I’m flattered if
you think a napkin is going to cover my ass but I need something bigger!”
“Can I change that
to a tablecloth, please?” he asked as he fended off another poke. Then he
turned to her. “Your ass isn’t that big, honey,” he said, biting the inside of
his cheek to keep from laughing. A move which accentuated his damn dimples.
Then he shrugged off his suit coat and handed it to her. “Try this.”
Eyes narrowed in
her most practiced Darth Vader glare, she took the coat and tied it around her
waist. “Thanks,” she managed.
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Miranda Liasson
loves to write stories about courageous but flawed characters who find love
despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if
there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a former Golden Heart
winner who writes lighthearted contemporary romance for Montlake Publishing and
also writes series romance for Entangled Publishing. She lives in the Midwest
with her husband, three kids, and Posey, a rescue cat with attitude.
Miranda loves to
hear from readers! Find her at mirandalisson.com, Facebook.com/MirandaLiassonAuthor
or on Twitter @mirandaliasson.
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