RELEASE BLITZ WITH EXCERPT: Come What May by Corinne Michaels
COME WHAT MAY, a forbidden new age-gap, workplace small-town romance from New York Times Bestselling Author, Corinne Michaels, is out now!
Stolen kisses are the least of our worries…
Sleeping with your client is bad, but what I did is even worse.
When I’m sent to Ember Falls to handle a PR nightmare, I have no idea I am creating a crisis of my own. Killian Thorn is everything I know to resist—older, rugged and handsome with mesmerizing green eyes and a wicked smile—which is why instead of running from him, I end up in his bed.
Forced to work together, our stolen kisses are the least of our worries because the scandal on Killian’s ranch continues to grow.
My job is to fix the issue, but our secret is only making it worse.
My best friend convinces me that being with my client isn’t really such a faux pas. In fact, she thinks I should go for it since I’ve always guarded my heart.
Trouble is, neither of us realize we’re talking about her dad.
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EXCERPT:
“How old are you?” I blurt out the first thing I can think of. He said something about getting to know him, so I’m going to choose a basic question that won’t rock the boat.
Safe is my goal for the rest of the night.
Killian’s eyes widen for a second before his deep laugh shakes the bed. “My age? That’s what you want to know, why?”
“I don’t know, I just…we’ve talked about childhood trauma, but I don’t know the basics. Like, how old are you? What’s your birthday? Favorite color? Those are things most people get to learn before they have sex. We skipped all that and have veered into a little bit of a dangerous territory, so let’s go to the safer topics.”
“All right then. I’m forty-four. My birthday is January 27, and blue is my favorite color.”
It’s weird, but knowing that makes this feel a little more normal. “Forty-four, huh?”
I knew he was older, but I thought maybe late thirties.
“I’m afraid to ask your age based on the look on your face.”
“It’s not terrible. I just didn’t guess right. You do not look forty-four.”
His body definitely did not age.
“And what about you? Who is Tessa Rivers?”
I let out a long breath. “I’m twenty-five. My birthday is August 9, and my favorite color is green.” It was orange my entire life, but as I’ve stared into his green eyes over the last three or so weeks, I’ve found a new color I adore.
He chuckles once. “Twenty-five? God. I feel ancient.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“It is when I have a daughter your age.”
Okay, when he puts it that way, I guess it is that bad.
“I didn’t know you had kids—you said you weren’t married.”
“I’ve never been. I didn’t find out about her until a few years ago,” he explains and pushes my hair behind my ear. “She did one of those online DNA tests online to check for medical conditions and it matched that I was her father.”
That’s exactly how Meredith found out when she did her test a while back.
“Wow, and you never knew about her?”
“No. I met her mom in high school, but she left Colorado and moved to Georgia, not knowing she was pregnant. I had a scholarship to play football in Oregon, so I left right after graduation. She met someone and told him she was pregnant with his kid and he raised her. She had no idea he wasn’t even her dad until she got the results back.”
My brows furrow the more he speaks and my mind spins because his story is too similar to one I know all too well. Meredith is from Georgia, and her mother moved there in high school, but…it couldn’t be.
Right?
There’s no way this can be the same because, surely, the universe wouldn’t hate me this much.
Cautiously, I ask the next question that will put all of this to rest. “When did you learn this?”
“Two years ago, I think. She actually lives not too far from me, which is ironic since neither of us is from Virginia.”
My stomach sinks, and I feel lightheaded. It can’t be. What would the odds be?
Oh God. I might die.
Right now.
My heart might literally give out.
I sit up and put some distance between him and I. “Killian, what’s your daughter’s name?”
Please don’t say Meredith. Please don’t say Meredith.
“Meredith.”
My heart threatens to give out as I leap out of bed, holding a pillow in front of me to cover myself. “Oh my God. Is her last name Scarpello?”
He sits up, his eyes widening. “How do you…?”
I let out the loudest burst of air, and I swear I might start hyperventilating. “Oh my God. Oh my God. This can’t be happening. Meredith Scarpello is your daughter? Meredith, who is married to a guy named Jake, and they live like an hour from here?” I ask, praying that maybe, just maybe, there is a God who doesn’t want me to throw myself off a cliff.
“Yes? Tessa, how do you know this?”
I let out a cry. “We are so fucked! And not the kind of fucking we just did. Oh my God. I’m going to have to tell my best friend that I’ve been sleeping with her dad!”
About Corinne Michaels:
Corinne Michaels is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of romance novels. Her stories are chock full of emotion, humor, and unrelenting love, and she enjoys putting her characters through intense heartbreak before finding a way to heal them through their struggles.
Corinne is a former Navy wife and happily married to the man of her dreams. She began her writing career after spending months away from her husband while he was deployed–reading and writing were her escapes from the loneliness. Corinne now lives in Virginia with her husband and is the emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun-loving mom of two beautiful children.
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