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The Mix-Up

Melanie Munton

(Southern Hearts Club, #3)

Publication date: April 6th 2021

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

She thought she accidentally slept with her boss…

Then she met his twin brother.

Real talk: I slept with my boss. Back before he even was my boss. Back when I had no clue who he was.

Real talk: My boss is an arrogant jerk. I hate him. If we didn’t work so well together, I would have told him exactly where he could shove his pompous attitude a long time ago.

Turns out…my boss has a twin. Identical twin.

Now I know why he’s always acted like our one night together never happened. Why he acted like he’d never met me before when I started working for him.

It wasn’t him that night. It was his brother.

A brother who’s just as gorgeous as my boss and a hell of a lot nicer.

Real talk: I’m kind of…bothered that it wasn’t my boss that night.

But that’s before certain revelations about that night come to light.

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EXCERPT:

“Why did you keep working here?”

My head snaps up, my confused gaze colliding with Ryder’s. “What?”

His expression is inscrutable, but it’s…intense. Whatever is going on behind his blue eyes must be a doozy. “If you thought you had slept with your boss, why didn’t you just quit?”

“You really want to talk about this now?” While sober?

I do confrontation best with some liquid courage.

He says nothing. Just watches me and waits.

I toss my pen onto the table. “Because if you didn’t remember it happening, then I could pretend like it never did, too. Clean slate.”

When his tongue slowly drags over his lower lip, I can’t tell if he likes that answer or not.

I roll my eyes with a huff. “Plus, not to add to your already inflated ego, this is the best market and ad firm in the area, despite your abhorrent people skills. It was a dream job for me.”

He taps his finger against the gleaming wood of the table. Tap, tap, tap. “You made it clear right from the start that you weren’t my biggest fan. Can I now assume that was because you were angry that I, from your perspective, didn’t remember us having sex?”

I have no answer.

What the hell am I supposed to say to that? I’m afraid the truth will make me sound like a naïve girl who became obsessed with a guy after only one night.

FYI, I didn’t.

Tap, tap, tap of his finger. “But being angry implies that you wanted me to remember.” A muscle pops in his jaw. “It was that good for you?”

‘Kay, now I’m rattled.

Because now I know that I never slept with Ryder Colson. My long-time annoyance with him is unfounded, yet it feels as strong as ever and I don’t know what to do about it.

“We’re not talking about this,” I state firmly.

“Why not?”

Seriously? “Because now I know it wasn’t you. Which means that none of this is your business. We”—I gesture between us—“never slept together.”

Your brother and I did was the unspoken part of that sentence.

He hears it. And his nostrils flare.

“You’re right,” he admits gruffly. “It wasn’t me. Because if it had been me, I wouldn’t have forgotten a single detail. Like Myles obviously did.”

My face goes slack.

Did he just—? Did I hear him say—?

Ryder just took us into another realm. Another dimension. For the first time ever, he turned a sexual corner with me. One I thought we both silently agreed to never even approach, let alone maneuver around.

But he went there. He put it out there.

“Are you saying I’m not worth remembering?”

His face darkens, hardens. “Fuck, no. I’m saying anyone who doesn’t remember a night with you didn’t deserve to have you in the first place.”

I just stare…

…mouth agape…

…and stare some more…

…and drool a little…

I shake my head. Like a dog. What the frig is happening right now?

Is Ryder saying that he wants a night with me? Or is this just some male chauvinist thing where he has to assert himself as the most virile man in the village because he senses another encroaching on his territory?

He does realize I’m not his territory, though, right?

I’m not his anything. Except employee.

“I’d say it’s for me to decide whether or not someone deserves me,” I eventually say, my voice oddly hoarse.

Tap, tap, tap. “You never answered my question.”

I know which one he’s talking about, but I still ask. “What question?”

Tap, tap, tap. “Was it good for you?”

I cross my arms over my chest, assessing him. Okay, fine. He wants to go there? Let’s do this. “We’re talking about your brother here. You really want to know?”

Tap…tap…tap. “He may not remember it, but you clearly do. It couldn’t have been the worst you’ve ever had.”

“What if I said it was the best?”

His face reflects a range of emotions in a matter of seconds that confuses the crap out of me. At first, his eyes crinkle in the corners, as if he’s pleased. Then they narrow to slits as banked fury emanates from them.

“Then I’d say that’s because I haven’t had you.”

My jaw unhinges like a snake’s.

He slowly nods, his eyes burning holes through me. “Yeah, duchess. I said that.”

Author Bio:

Traveler. Reader. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.

Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.

Go visit Melanie’s website and sign up for her newsletter to stay updated on release dates, teasers, and other details for all of her projects!

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The Mix-Up

Melanie Munton

(Southern Hearts Club, #3)

Publication date: April 6th 2021

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

She thought she accidentally slept with her boss…

Then she met his twin brother.

Real talk: I slept with my boss. Back before he even was my boss. Back when I had no clue who he was.

Real talk: My boss is an arrogant jerk. I hate him. If we didn’t work so well together, I would have told him exactly where he could shove his pompous attitude a long time ago.

Turns out…my boss has a twin. Identical twin.

Now I know why he’s always acted like our one night together never happened. Why he acted like he’d never met me before when I started working for him.

It wasn’t him that night. It was his brother.

A brother who’s just as gorgeous as my boss and a hell of a lot nicer.

Real talk: I’m kind of…bothered that it wasn’t my boss that night.

But that’s before certain revelations about that night come to light.

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EXCERPT:

A thin manila file is dropped on top of my French fade manicure, halting my progress in the email I’m furiously typing. My fingers pause as I suck in a much-needed breath. Because only one person in this entire office would have the balls to do such a thing. And unfortunately, he signs my frigging paycheck.

I hear a muffled male voice and know he’s probably telling me to “turn off the squabbling, men-bashing drivel” and pay attention. That’s exactly what he called Kennedy’s podcast one day when he’d been curious to know what I was always listening to and had swiped up one of my earbuds before I could stop him.

I tap my Bluetooth earpiece, turning it off. But I don’t look at him. Why? People not making eye contact when they speak to him is one of his biggest pet peeves.

Heh. Take that, prick.

“Gee, sorry, boss man. Didn’t quite catch that.”

He pauses for a moment, probably to grind his teeth together hard enough to give himself a migraine. “Spec sheet for prospective client,” he grates in a low voice, referring to the file still balanced on my hands as I resume typing. “Look over their queries and come up with an approximate quote, as well as a realistic timeline for each individual project.”

My eyebrow notches up, though I keep my focus trained ahead. “I guess saying ‘please’ is too much of a time waster?”

“Yes. Since I know you’re going to do it regardless, that one syllable would have been a waste of my time and breath.”

I slowly nod at my computer screen. “Yep. Better save all that hot air for the next ass you have to blow smoke up.”

“Better than kissing those asses.”

I click my tongue against my teeth. “If I were you, I’d start puckering up because your personality is severely lacking in both charm and tact.”

“From the horse’s mouth, huh, duchess?”

Now, now, I look up at him.

Did I mention that Ryder Colson is a brutally beautiful man?

Because of course he would be.

His hair color is somewhere between dark blond and light brown, complementing his golden skin tone. It’s slightly longer on top and cut shorter at the sides. He always somehow manages to get that floppy part to sweep across his forehead at just the right angle to look suave. A small strand perpetually hangs over his left eyebrow, no matter how many times he shoves it back. His eyes are a soulful blue, his nose is long and straight, and day-old stubble claims permanent residency on his square jawline.

Worst of all, his bottom lip has this full, rounder thing going on that pisses off my neglected libido to the point that I want to dig my teeth into that flesh until I draw blood.

Easy, girl. Your momma didn’t raise no psycho.

Despite the casual leniencies that he affords his employees, Ryder never dons anything other than crisp, immaculately tailored suits. Hellaciously expensive ones that I’m pretty sure he has shipped in from London. As the owner and CEO, he frequently meets with clients, in and out of the office, so he always has to look professional. And flaming hot.

Damn him.

Hey, I’m human. He’s sex on two legs. There’s nothing criminal about noticing it.

I dagger him with a look that would eviscerate a lesser man. And as much as it galls me to admit, Ryder here could never be categorized as lesser in any aspect of his life. “You could have just emailed this to me, you know. No need for these precious heart-to-hearts of ours.”

His navy eyes dance with something resembling amusement. “Now, what kind of person would that make me when I can clearly see how cutting me down at every opportunity brings you such joy?”

I narrow my eyes. “A prospect you’re more than familiar with.”

He smirks. “I don’t cut you down, duchess. I vex you. There’s a big difference.”

“The end result is the same no matter what verb you use,” I say through clenched teeth. “I can only assume your overall goal is to piss me off.”

He shrugs, like the apathetic jerkoff he is. “You do your best work when you’re exasperated. Part of my job as boss is to keep my employees motivated.”

“You’re confusing infuriation with motivation.”

He slides his hands in his pockets, far too casually. “And yet I know you’ll have that to me by the end of the day. Seems my methods are effective. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, right?”

My teeth clamp down on my tongue to silence the instinctual vitriol.

I’ll do a swan dive into a river of boiling lava before I ever admit that he’s right.

I can’t resist a challenge. He knows I’m going to bust my ass every day at work, no matter how acerbic our conversations get. Something about Ryder’s demeanor toward me, his work ethic, and his general expectations of his employees have always lit a fire inside me, making me want to rise to the occasion. It’s irrational—and just plain idiotic—how much I’ve wanted to impress him from day one. Ever since I found out that my boss has absolutely no memory of sleeping with me, I’ve been determined to prove myself.

So help me Mary Magdalene, I will make him remember me.

Author Bio:

Traveler. Reader. Beach-goer. St. Louis Cardinals fan. Pasta-obsessed. North Carolina resident. Sarcastic. Bit of a nerd.

Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it’s boring to only stick to one sub-genre! From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.

Go visit Melanie’s website and sign up for her newsletter to stay updated on release dates, teasers, and other details for all of her projects!

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Title: The Mix-Up

Author: Erin Cristofoli

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date:  November 17, 2020

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When college student, Nora Stirling, makes the tough choice to transfer schools to be closer to her family, what she isn’t prepared for is that things start to go wrong the minute one of her new roommates opens the front door. When a house meeting is called and Milo appears, one look has Nora spinning.

Milo Daughton is moody, flirty and a known player. As irresistibly sexy as he is, he runs hot and cold, and there are a set house rules in place. Determined to focus on school, Nora sets out to keep Milo and his heartbreaking ways out of her life, and out of her bed. 

When she finds that her tires have been slashed, Nora chalks it up to being a random prank at her expense. As strange things continue to happen though, she questions if she is being targeted. With her unlikely group of roommates rallying around her, she struggles to accept their help. Can she figure out who is behind it all, or will everyone be put at risk of getting hurt at her expense?

“You still have the hots for him too, don’t you?”

I could never lie to my friend. “Do we have to talk about this now?” I asked. When he nodded, I continued reluctantly. “He always seems to be around and he consumes my dreams,” I sighed. 

Adam grinned. “That’s what I thought. Now let’s swim. Want me to flirt with you and make him jealous?”

“Uh no, that would get awkward fast. Thanks though.” 

I slid slowly into the pool while Adam decided on a cannonball. Milo swam over and hung unto the wall beside me. He looked around before he began to speak.

“What was Adam saying to you a minute ago?”

“Nothing important.”

“Do you have a thing for each other?”

A laugh burst from my mouth. “Not a chance. Adam is like the brother I never had. Why?”

Milo shrugged. “Just curious.” He pulled on my hand as he pushed off the wall into the middle of the pool, dragging me with him. 

I had to tread to keep myself afloat, but he put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

“You know, you are making staying above the water a little difficult, Milo.”

“So put your arms around me, I’ll keep you up.” He said with a smirk.

“Stop being all cutesy with me.” I said pushing off of him.

“You think I’m cute?” He asked, his smirk turning into a full-on glorious smile.

“Ugh that is not what I meant and you know it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that attention was falling on us. “People are beginning the stare.”

“So?” 

Really? How could he have such a nonchalant attitude? 

He drifted a little closer to me, and I tried to put more distance between us, but he just kept coming until soon there was nowhere else for me to go as I pressed up against the wall. Closer still, he came until my mind was short-circuiting. My gaze flicked between his gorgeous eyes and his lips that were close enough to kiss. 

“Nora?”

“Mmm?” 

“I asked you a question.”

I shook myself out the daydream. “Sorry. What was the question?”

Milo smiled. He knew what he was doing to me. He leaned in even closer, speaking the words against my ear.

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Title: The Mix-Up

Author: Erin Cristofoli

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date:  November 17, 2020

Cover Design: Just Write. Creations Services

When a college student, Nora Stirling, makes the tough choice to transfer schools to be closer to her family, what she isn’t prepared for is that things start to go wrong the minute one of her new roommates opens the front door. When a house meeting is called and Milo appears, one look has Nora spinning.

Milo Daughton is moody, flirty, and a known player. As irresistibly sexy as he is, he runs hot and cold, and there are set house rules in place. Determined to focus on school, Nora sets out to keep Milo and his heartbreaking ways out of her life, and out of her bed. 

When she finds that her tires have been slashed, Nora chalks it up to being a random prank at her expense. As strange things continue to happen though, she questions if she is being targeted. With her unlikely group of roommates rallying around her, she struggles to accept their help. Can she figure out who is behind it all, or will everyone be put at risk of getting hurt at her expense?

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“You still have the hots for him too, don’t you?”

I could never lie to my friend. “Do we have to talk about this now?” I asked. When he nodded, I continued reluctantly. “He always seems to be around and he consumes my dreams,” I sighed. 

Adam grinned. “That’s what I thought. Now let’s swim. Want me to flirt with you and make him jealous?”

“Uh no, that would get awkward fast. Thanks though.” 

I slid slowly into the pool while Adam decided on a cannonball. Milo swam over and hung unto the wall beside me. He looked around before he began to speak.

“What was Adam saying to you a minute ago?”

“Nothing important.”

“Do you have a thing for each other?”

A laugh burst from my mouth. “Not a chance. Adam is like the brother I never had. Why?”

Milo shrugged. “Just curious.” He pulled on my hand as he pushed off the wall into the middle of the pool, dragging me with him. 

I had to tread to keep myself afloat, but he put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

“You know, you are making staying above the water a little difficult, Milo.”

“So put your arms around me, I’ll keep you up.” He said with a smirk.

“Stop being all cutesy with me.” I said pushing off of him.

“You think I’m cute?” He asked, his smirk turning into a full-on glorious smile.

“Ugh that is not what I meant and you know it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that attention was falling on us. “People are beginning the stare.”

“So?” 

Really? How could he have such a nonchalant attitude? 

He drifted a little closer to me, and I tried to put more distance between us, but he just kept coming until soon there was nowhere else for me to go as I pressed up against the wall. Closer still, he came until my mind was short-circuiting. My gaze flicked between his gorgeous eyes and his lips that were close enough to kiss. 

“Nora?”

“Mmm?” 

“I asked you a question.”

I shook myself out the daydream. “Sorry. What was the question?”

Milo smiled. He knew what he was doing to me. He leaned in even closer, speaking the words against my ear.

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