Her heart and body are soon in two very different relationships…or are they?
Missed Connection: I saw you standing there, and I was struck by your eyes. Gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as your smile.
Thanks to her job at a crazy New Age spa, what should have been a sizzling NYC summer is being hijacked by demanding hippie bosses. To unwind, Sarah spends her nights cruising Missed Connections, dreaming of finding an uber-romantic entry all about her. Of course, the moment she finds that Missed Connection, real life comes crashing down around her in a night of unbridled passion with someone completely different: totally off-limits Jack.
Best. Hookup. Ever.
Gorgeous and wealthy, hot as sin, Jack can give Sarah everything she needs-except an emotional connection. That she gets from her Missed Connection, the romantic stranger who never fails to make her swoon. But there’s only so much of Sarah to go around. Torn between the bad boy she can’t keep and the sensitive stranger who bares his soul online, her heart and body are soon in two very different relationships…or are they?
I shake off the heaviness between us, determined to just let it be, and dance my way to the floor. I don’t know what to make of our conversation, but I feel cute, and have a nice buzz, and am out with my bestie and his sexy twin. A goofy smile twists my lips, and I look back at Jack as I shimmy my hips.
The expression on his face nearly stills my feet.
There’s hunger in his gaze.
I turn away and keep dancing, though less happily than before, more aware of every movement I make, knowing his eyes are on me. Breathless. Despite not wanting to take our relationship to the next level, I have to admit, I want his eyes on me. Seeing other women talk to him, look at him, annoys me more than it should. He’s not mine, but they don’t deserve him. So I make my movements a little sexier, and imagine what it would be like if I was going home with him tonight, hating the reasons that can never happen.
I’m so wrapped up in a fantasy of tumbling into Jack’s arms that it seems inevitable when his arms wrap around me from behind. He tugs me close to the curve of his body, and the heat of him is incredible—too incredible for the rational part of me to win. I smile and dance with him for a minute, allowing myself a moment of perfect snatched happiness.
“Girl, you’re making everyone on the dance floor jealous with those moves.” Pete’s voice in my ear shatters the fantasy, and my eyes open, gaze flying straight to Jack—who is still standing where I left him by the wall, unreadable expression on his face as he watches me dance with his twin.
I wish it had been you, Jack.
But it’s better for both of us that it wasn’t.
librarian, and a musician with synesthesia. Armed with a name tag and a thin
veneer of credibility, she takes great delight in recommending books and
shushing people. She puts the ‘she’ in TWSS and the B in LGBTQIA+. She’s the
co-creator of Pitchmas, a bi-annual pitch contest for writers, and as a
freelance editor, has worked with NYT Bestselling authors.