RELEASE BLITZ WITH EXCERPT: Till Summer Do Us Part by Meghan Quinn
TILL SUMMER DO US PART, a new standalone fake marriage, forced proximity summer romance from New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author, Meghan Quinn, is available now!
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I got what I wanted. But the cost will be hefty…
I got what I wanted. I became buddy-buddy with my boss in an instant. But the cost will be hefty…finding a husband by tomorrow.
Scottie Price just started a new job, and it’s a real sausage fest. She’s the only woman on a team filled with Brads and Chads. Expecting a bachelor pad atmosphere, she is quickly corrected when she finds out everyone is happily married.
In an effort to impress her boss, Scottie mentions her nonexistent husband in a company meeting. But eagle-eyed Chad points out her lack of wedding ring. Panicked, Scottie creates a story about her unhappy marriage. Unfortunately for Scottie, her boss has a solution – a one-on-one session with the best marriage counselor in the Northeast, who happens to be her boss’s husband.
With no way out of her lie, Scottie agrees to see him. Frantic, she calls in help from her best friend who sets her up with his brother, an improv-obsessed millionaire.
Enter Wilder Wells. More than happy to take on the job, he teaches Scottie the main rule of improv: Always say yes. But the rule backfires during the session when Wilder signs them up for an eight-day summer marriage camp with all of Scottie’s co-workers where she’ll have to share a cabin with her way-too-handsome fake husband.
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EXCERPT:
“I can feel your energy.”
Feel our energy? Coming from the guy tossing a football around during our session?
“It’s charged. There’s still a spark, and if you’ll allow me, I’ll help you turn that spark into a full-blown inferno.”
Yeah, not interested. Thanks though.
I’m about to tell him that we’ll discuss this when Wilder and I get home, but before I can even put on an expression of gratefulness, Wilder jumps in and ruins everything. “How?”
Nooooo.
Visions of shoving my shoe into his mouth cloud my brain as I hold back the feral cry of anger bubbling up inside me.
Dude, we were good.
We were on our way out.
Stop making bad choices.
“I’m glad you asked,” Sanders says with a touch of perkiness in his voice as he stands from the coffee table and moves over to his desk. He sifts through a mound of papers and then pulls out a brochure.
What the hell is that?
“Starting Monday, I’m putting on an eight-day marriage camp up in the Catskills. I only invite a select few couples. We spend eight days talking over our feelings and rediscovering the original spark of connection. I have couples on the verge of divorce like yourselves and couples who come to rejuvenate their marriage.”
A marriage camp?
He’s got to be joking.
“Like a summer camp for adults?” Wilder asks, looking far too interested for my liking. He reaches for the brochure, but I snag it from Sanders before Wilder can even lay a finger on it.
Oh no, you don’t, mister. Don’t even freaking think about it. “Precisely. Like a summer camp for adults,” Sanders answers. “We focus on bonding techniques, open conversations, and finding the true reason why we fell in love in the first place. It’s activity focused, so if you think we’re going to be sitting on a couch all day, that’s not the case at all.”
“Oh good, because I’m not good at sitting still,” Wilder says.
What do you mean, oh good? No, we don’t show interest in adult marriage camps. We don’t show interest in any sort of resolution. I need to nip this before it gets out of control, before I end up spending eight days up in the Catskills with a man I don’t know, trying to work out our nonexistent marriage. But I need to tread carefully, because I don’t want to look like the bitch who doesn’t want to work on her relationship. Clearing my throat, I peruse the brochure and nod slightly. “This all looks so nice, but I don’t have enough vacation days to make this work—”
“Oh, that’s nothing you need to worry about. Ellison always gives time off to attend my camps.”
Of course she does.
Sanders looks between us, a smile stretching across his face. “So what do you think? Want to give it a shot?”
“This is so nice,” I say again, “but—”
“We’d love to,” Wilder says, taking my hand in his as he lovingly looks in my direction. “I’m self-employed, so I don’t need to worry about vacation time from work.”
Did he just say what I thought he said? Did he just agree to a marriage camp for eight days?
“Fantastic,” Sanders says and then picks up his football and tosses it over to Wilder. To my horror, Wilder catches it, gets off the couch, and starts charging toward Sanders, jukes him out, and then spikes the ball to the office floor before raising his hands in the air.
“Touchdown.”
Yup, he’s getting my shoe. The heel right to the esophagus.
About Meghan Quinn:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, wife, adoptive mother, and peanut butter lover. Author of romantic comedies and contemporary romance, Meghan Quinn brings readers the perfect combination of heart, humor, and heat in every book.
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