Life—and love—is better with a bulldog…right?
Everything is changing for Tiffany. Things used to be simple—Friendship Friday nights with her besties, Mackenzie and Molly, meeting up for late afternoon lattes and just enjoying the single life in Seattle. Now Molly is engaged. Can their friendship survive the change?
Coffee is not just a drink, but a way of life for these three best friends, but Tiffany takes her love of coffee to a whole other level. Her job is assistant to an executive at Blue Moose Coffee Corporation, but it’s in jeopardy when Colin Murphy takes over the small company. This isn’t the first time Tiffany has met Colin. They’ve already kissed and possibly shared an incredible one-night stand. She’s still a little foggy about that, waking up in his luxurious hotel suite with no recollection of the night before. She has more questions than answers.
Tiffany could easily fall in love with Colin, except now he’s her boss and that complicates things. And besides…if keeping her job means becoming a babysitter for an English Bulldog with a severe drooling problem, then Tiffany isn’t so sure she’s going to be employed much longer. She can handle every aspect of her job, no problem, but taking care of a stinky and stubborn dog isn’t in the job description.
Things start to get interesting when she finds herself falling for Colin and his precious fur baby, but is it just puppy love?
Publisher's Note: This book is best read in sequence, as part of a series.
General Release Date: 9th May 2017
“It’s just us now, old girl,” Tiffany said as she clinked a champagne flute against Mackenzie’s.
“I’m not so sure about that. Jason’s been calling me a lot more,” Mackenzie teased.
“Oh, please. That won’t ever work. He’s in Vegas and you’re here. It’s me and you, woman—single in Seattle.”
Mackenzie laughed and they both sipped the glittery drink. Tiffany watched as the bubbles climbed the walls of the glass and released a heavy sigh.
She was thrilled for Molly and happy to be getting drunk as they celebrated her friend’s engagement to Owen. But being on this large boat with so many people that she didn’t even know? Not so much. She couldn’t deny that the setting captured the purest element of romance quite beautifully. White lights were strung above them and the soft flickers from the candles in crystal vases were casting magical shadows everywhere. A canopy of stars seemed to be twinkling to the beat of the music and the brightest full moon was hovering just above the dark water. If this wasn’t the most Hollywood version of a happily ever after, she didn’t know what was.
Am I a tad jealous? Absolutely. Where in the hell is my Prince Charming? Should I hang out at Pike Place and wait to get clobbered by a fish, too? Tiffany knew her perfect guy was out there somewhere, but she wanted her fairy tale now. Being surrounded by all this lovey-dovey nonsense made her itch for it that much more.
She was a little dizzy and the constant rocking of the ship had made all the bubbly she’d chugged down slosh in her stomach. Maybe it was the rich crab cakes. Tiffany really shouldn’t have eaten so many. Molly had warned her not to. Food and drinking didn’t not go hand in hand when it came to Tiffany. It had to be one or the other. She held her stomach and prayed the queasiness would go away.
Mackenzie stared at her with concern. “You gonna be sick?”
Tiffany nodded, unable to speak. She put her hand over her mouth.
Molly rushed over after having sensed trouble with her friend. She looked every bit like the bride she would soon be and was gorgeous tonight. Molly wore a long white dress that hugged her body perfectly. Her hair was pinned up with baby’s breath tucked in the nest of curls but there the smile she’d worn all night left her face now.
“Tiff, are you are okay?”
Mackenzie shook her head. “I think she’s going to be sick.”
“Crab cakes? You ate them, didn’t you?” Molly frowned. They all knew where this was headed.
Mackenzie laughed. “Of course she did. This is Tiffany we’re talking about.”
Molly scolded her. “Knowing that you were going to be drinking, you should have known better than to eat so much, Tiffany. Like Vegas all over again is all I have to say.” Molly rolled her eyes as she started to lift Tiffany out of her seat.
They walked her to the port side of the boat and Tiffany’s her stomach squeezed. Not good. The crab cakes made their appearance.
When she was done, Molly handed her a napkin for her to wipe her mouth.
“Thanks,” she said. Tiffany felt better now and accepted the bottle of water Mackenzie offered. “Did I ruin your party?”
Molly shook her head. “You didn’t puke on me, so we’re good. If you’d done that, I would have had to kill you. This dress cost a fortune.” Molly ran her fingers through Tiffany’s wind-swept hair. “You look stunning tonight, Tiff.” Molly looked at Mackenzie. “You both do.”
Tiffany blushed and Mackenzie looked equally flattered.
Molly smiled and wetness filled her eyes as she pulled them in for a hug. “Thank you for being here, guys.”
After they broke their embrace, Mackenzie turned her attention to Molly. “Okay, let’s cut to the chase, shall we? Who gets to be the maid of honor?” Mackenzie asked with a hand on her hip. She wore a pale blue dress, almost aquamarine, that complimented her tan. It was short, flirty and sexy, even by Tiffany’s standards. Her blonde hair was gathered in a small, low ponytail at her neck and long, silver earrings shimmered as she moved.
Molly looked away. Even as dark as it was, Tiffany could still see the smile on her lips.
“She’s going to pick me. I can just tell,” Tiffany squealed.
“Why would she do that? You just puked at her party.” Mackenzie pushed Tiffany to the side and moved in front of her. “You do realize that she just threw up, right, Moll?”
“But I always get sick when I drink too much,” Tiffany defended herself and tried to creep in closer to Molly. She swished some of the water in her mouth and spit it over the side.
“Real lady-like, Tiff,” Mackenzie commented in disgust.
“Mack, we all know that she gets sick anytime she drinks too much and eats things we tell her not to.” Molly shook her finger at Tiffany. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I want you both to be my maid of honor.” Molly grabbed each of their hands.
“Wait, what? Both of us?” Mackenzie looked a little upset.
Tiffany shouted, “I call dibs on doing the bachelorette party!”
Mackenzie let out a huff as she threw her hands up in the air. “What the hell? You can’t just call dibs on something like that.”
“You can have the bridal shower,” Tiffany offered. “Those are more uptight anyway. I’m just kidding, Mackenzie.”
“You are impossible, you know that?” Mackenzie stomped away, leaving Tiffany and Molly behind.
“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to piss her off. I can’t help it that I’m more fun,” Tiffany apologized.
“You both are fun, and I love you, so work it out, girl,” Molly said as a laugh escaped her. “I suggest you go tell her you’re sorry.”
“But we’re good, right?” Tiffany didn’t want to mess up what was supposed to be a perfect night for Molly.
“We’re good. Trust me.” Molly hugged her again. She then headed in the direction of Owen, who smiled at his future wife and linked his arm through hers as they walked together to visit with more of their guests.
Tiffany sighed. She wanted someone to look at her the way Owen looked at Molly. She exhaled again. Time to go grovel to Mackenzie. Tiffany clutched the bottled water and set off in hopes of finding her friend.
Tiffany hadn’t paid attention to where she was going. She was still a little tipsy and didn’t quite have her sea legs when she felt arms suddenly holding her.
Tiffany noticed the tailored suit first. It was her weakness. A man in a good suit was an enormous turn-on for her. Then she heard his voice. Words of concern slipped off his tongue in a sexy Irish brogue. Oh my. The words were like honey. The sweetness dripped from his mouth. She could listen to him recite the alphabet and probably have an orgasm. Maybe it was the champagne that clouded her reasoning or just being submerged in this romantic atmosphere for way too long. Either way, Tiffany was losing all self-control. It was too late to pull back now. Tiffany didn’t hesitate as she put her mouth on his. He pulled her tightly against him then released her. It struck her that that she’d just kissed a complete stranger. Tiffany should have been mortified, scurrying away and running off to go hide. Hell, even jumping overboard would be an acceptable option at that very moment.
Why aren’t my feet moving?
Because she was too busy leaning in for another kiss.