Title: The Mix-Up (Southern Hearts Club, Book 3)
Author: Melanie Munton
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 6, 2021
Cover Designer: L.J. Anderson at Mayhem Cover Creations
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
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.
“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.”
Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.
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