Dateless Dated Fated -- A fun, stand-alone, contemporary romance, rated R. After 21 years of landing in second place, word-nerd Kira finds herself in an English competition partnered with a handsome number-lover. Figures. This time she refuses to lose. She likes words. He likes math. And they both need something from each other. College graduate Kira proposes a bargain. She’ll help Wythe with his literature project, if he’ll help her with her British internship. Because she can’t fail. Not this time. Number-loving Wythe is over doing his duty. His Mother won the election. The campaign is over. All he wants is to ace his final Literature project and stay out of the spotlight. If the cute American intern thinks she’s budging him from his plan – she can take the first flight back home to Texas. So pretty . . . and with an English degree…He can work that to his advantage. First person. Single female POV. Happily Ever After. No cliffhanger.
Emily writes fun, happily-ever-after romance novels. She holds a BA in Psychology from Texas A&M University and an MFA in Creative Writing from American College Dublin. Her Adult Contemporary are under the name Emily Bow and Young Adult under Emily Evans. A native Texan, she loves travel, movies, and books and may be found at www.EmilyBow.com and www.EmilyEvansBooks.com.
I normally read historical romance with a little more angst/tension, but I picked up a copy of this book at a book swap and have to say I very much enjoyed it. The writer does a great job drawing you into the story from page one with great characters and nice plot twists, and I found myself thinking about the story when I wasn't reading it. If you are looking for an easy to read, feel good romance, I recommend this book. I will read the next book in this series.
Blurb: How All-American college graduate Kira falls for the hot Prime Minister’s son.
I’m stuck. Yep, I’m standing in the British Prime Minister’s house with my shirt caught up over my head. Heart-thumping, anxiety happening, bra-showing…that’s me…and someone is coming. Solid steps. Not the light clicking of heels. It has to be a guy. He. Is. Here. I stare into his feral blue eyes. “Help me.” Half plea, half demand, my words are clear, but I jiggle my body in case he is slow to understand the situation. It wasn’t the first bargain we’d strike this summer…