EXCERPT ONE
Fool For Love
"Suzy"
While Garrett talks to the guy from the airport, I watch him from the corner of my eye. My curiosity is piqued, and I want to get to know him better. Safiro was a fountain of information as usual, but the way the tabloids write about the recluse that is otherwise known as the renowned Italian cook, Garrett Thompson, doesn’t really seem to fit the man in front of me. While he’s still virtually a stranger, I haven’t seen the confident player that he’s made out to be – that is, when he ever finds the chance to get out of his restaurant downtown.
Mysterious. Interesting. Kind of the way I like them.
I snort when that thought enters my mind. Garrett and I will never happen. For one thing, I’ll be leaving New York in a few months; and for another, he’s a lot older than me. Somehow, I doubt the lines in the corners of his eyes are laugh lines; I can see it now that his hair is pulled away from his face – hello, man bun! – and I’d be a downright fool to get involved with him.
Still…we can become friends. I think. It would be particularly nice if that was possible seeing as I have to live with the guy for the next long while.
Dang it, I wish I could phone Emma now. At least then I’d be able to tell someone what I saw Garrett do earlier this afternoon. As I think back on walking in on him rubbing himself, I get warm all over, and I admonish my always present libido for not letting me off easily today. One would think that I’d had enough to last me a while after Morgan stayed the night, but – apparently not.
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Fool for Love (Believe #2)
By
Karen Ferry
BLURB
My name is Suzy, and I’m just a girl—a girl who believes in fairytales, unicorns, and the notion that wishing upon a shooting star really can make all my dreams come true. Or, at least, I think I’m that girl. Lately, the world’s perception of me has left me questioning everything.
Love is love, or so I believed…
Then he barged into my life.
My name is Garrett, and I’m just a guy—a guy trying to survive in the world I’ve been cursed to roam. I do not cling to the idea of happily-ever-after, the scars of my past proof positive that I do not deserve such luxuries.
Love is lost, or so I thought…
Until she lit up my life.



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