Title: Crazy Apologetic Canadians
Author: Cathryn Fox
Genre: Romantic Comedy, NA
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"If you liked Crazy Rich Asians, you're going to LOVE Crazy Apologetic Canadians!"
I take one look at the grumpy Brit and know I’m in trouble. Not because he’s in Nova Scotia to tear down our beloved amusement park. Or because he wants to build an elite school on the lush property.
No, I’m in trouble because Colin Parker is superlicious – despite the stick up his British bum.
You see, I’m a free-spirited girl who knows her way around a lobster boat. He’s a rule follower who knows his way around a boardroom. Can you say polar opposites?
Oh, did I mention his mother is back in England planning his marriage? The sexy Brit with a debutante makes sense, right?
You know what doesn’t make sense? The two of us between the sheets and a montage of fun activities that finally put a smile on his face. But when the montage ends, and life turns messy and complicated—yet we still manage to find common ground—it leads me to believe we’re not so different after all.
Until he does the one thing that proves me wrong and I’m forced to make a decision I thought I’d never have to make.
Excerpt . . .
“Sorry,” she says quickly.
Wait, wasn’t I the one who bumped into her? “What are you sorry for?”
She angles her head, her gaze moving over my face. “You’re British.”
I frown. “You’re sorry I’m British?”
“No, no!” Her long dark hair bounces on her shoulders as she repeatedly shakes her head. “For colliding with you, and…tugging on your jacket. It was a knee jerk reaction.”
“Touching strangers in airports is a knee jerk reaction for you, is it now?” I glance out the rotating doors leading outside and take in the streaks of purple and pink bruising the night sky above the large concrete parking garage. “Do you only grope in airports, or can I expect to be accosted once I step outside, as well?”
She frowns at me, and I get it. I’m grumpy as hell. It’s been a long day, and I missed my connecting flight, and now I’ve arrived at my destination much later than planned. My driver would have given up on me hours ago. Rightfully so. No one in their right mind would continue to wait for a no-show. I’m not about to call Bryant now, the guy who owns the bed and breakfast where I’ll be staying, and have him come back to the city at this point. From what I understand, it’s a good three-hour drive.
“I thought you were going to fall. Sorry I touched you,” she apologizes again as she picks up a sign she’d dropped and scampers off. Alrighty then. Her legs aren’t overly long, but she moves like lightning, the only person in the airport in any kind of hurry. She must not be a local, and I should probably tear my gaze from her cute arse, which happens to be nicely framed into a pair of frayed shorts, and put her out of my mind.
I straighten my shoulders, in need of a pint before I figure how and where I’m going to find another driver at this hour. I walk through the airport terminal looking for a pub, but a small store with gobs of Halifax, Nova Scotia merchandise catches my eye and reminds me I’m supposed to bring something back for my cousin’s daughter. Might as well get it over with, because the sooner I’m out of this place, the better.
I drag my suitcase along and adjust my leather bag over my shoulder as I step into Hudson News. With no idea what to buy an eight-year-old girl, I walk up to a rack full of plush toys. As I debate between a beaver and a moose, someone crouches down in front of me, her body brushing mine, right around the vicinity of my…dangly bits.
“Can I just scooch…”
I glance down, and realize it’s the groper again as she bends and reaches for something off the bottom shelf.
‘“Scooch?”
She straightens, a plush lamb in her hand, and her smile falters when her gaze lands on me. “Oh, you again.”
“Nice to see you, too,” I respond.
One manicured brow lifts, as the strap on her tank top slips a bit, exposing a hint of a lacy bra. “Is it?”
“Is it what?” I ask as I snatch up a beaver.
“Nice to see me again?”
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