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Sweet Disaster by Ceri Grenelle




Title: Sweet Disaster

Series: Stupid Awesome Love #1
Author: Ceri Grenelle
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Sofie Hartley, Hart & Bailey Design Co.

Release Date: June 7, 2018




Blurb

Sophie…has stupid awesome sex with a stranger.

New York City
summers are hot and sticky, which only makes what I’m feeling for the asshole
in my new building even messier. Usually, I quietly reserve my opinions for my
news articles, but when Tony argues with me, he tempts me to give in to my
crazy. I yell back. He smiles. Something in me melts.

It was only supposed
to be one time, but we can’t get enough.

With Tony I’m a new
person, brave and unashamed. But anything between us can only be a fling. He’s
offered a job in Rome. That’s good, right? With a long history of unreliable
relationships, messy emotions are a complication I don’t need.

Tony…has a sexy new neighbor.

I’ve worked my ass
off to climb the ladder at my company, even threw away my passion to prove I’m
worth something. When they offer me a high position, I should be focused on my
work. But no one’s ever spoken to me the way Sophie does. She pushes buttons I
don't know I have. Forces me to confront a dream I gave up long ago.

In two months, we go
our separate ways. No hurt feelings. No misunderstandings. That’s the deal. She
doesn’t need to know I’ll be playing for keeps.








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Excerpt

Chapter One

Sophie moves into a new building. There are sexy assholes.

The first
time we argue, I feel alive. I’m sweating, my blood’s pumping, and my hair is
sticking to my face in the stinking New York City humidity. I don’t know what
life really is until some asshole starts screaming at me to move my van from his spot, because it feels so damn good
to yell right back at him.
“Get your
U-Haul out of my parking spot!”
This guy’s
hollering at me from across the street.
“Excuse
me?” I call back, convinced he isn’t speaking to me. No one ever yells at me.
I’m unassuming and introverted. I’m a wallpaper ninja, blending so well people
can’t even find me to yell at me.
But the guy
across the street sees me, clear as day.
“Are you
deaf?” he yells with slow and exaggerated articulation. “Get your damn moving
van out of my spot.”