The Wrong Mr. Right (Queen's Cove, #2)

by Stephanie Archer

The only men I could talk to were the fictional ones from the books I sold.

was shy, quiet Hannah Nielsen, the girl with her nose in a book.

“Oh. Wow. I’ve never been in love.” I’d read about it hundreds of times in books.

I loved reading about love. But I’d never been in love.

One day, you’ll find your true love, just like Mr. Darcy, she would tell me, excitement lighting up her eyes.

Here I was, nearly thirty years old, and I had nothing to show for it. I still lived with my dad, I had accomplished nothing, and I’d never been in love. I’d never had a boyfriend. I’d never been to Europe or Australia or New York, like the characters in the books I read.

One day, Hannah Banana, you’re going to find your true love, my mom

You’re

going to find someone who makes you feel incredible, and you’ll wonder where he had been hiding this whole time.

I studied the dress and ran my fingers over the coarse sequins. I wanted to be worthy of this dress. I wanted to make the shop profitable again. I wanted to find someone to fall in love with.

Before 30: 1. Save my failing bookstore. Since my dad was stuck on keeping the store in the nineties, I would have to get creative. 2. Find my true love.

3. Become a hot girl

The sparkly dress was a hot girl dress. If I wanted true love, I had to go out and get him. I couldn’t sit in my bookstore with my boring

sweaters and wait for him ...

4. Make Mom proud.

Being myself had wasted a decade of my life and got me nowhere.

Wyatt Rhodes was going to teach me to be a hot girl.

Hannah was afraid of her own shadow and something about me seemed to make her nervous.

Something stirred in me and I had the urge to push her buttons further. She kept to herself. I never saw her at parties or in the bar, never at the beach on a nice summer day like everyone else. She just stayed in her bookstore.

She didn’t realize it, but she was cute.

I shook the thought out of my head. Hannah wasn’t a hookup girl. Hannah was shy and terrified of everything.

My eyebrows pinched together. She didn’t need to change a thing. She was adorable, with her pretty

eyes and sweet little mouth. Even her glasses were cute in that dorky-girl way.

A tiny, tiny part of me wanted to do this. Something about her had me curious. The quiet determination under her meek little exterior. I wanted to poke at her, scratch the surface and see what was underneath.