My name is Autumn Winters.
The truth is, that’s the biggest lie I’ve ever told.
My real name is Olivia Redmund. Autumn Winters is the curtain I hide behind. You see, I write bestselling erotic romance novels. But my life is far from erotic. The only fantasy exists in my head.
The day I met Hunter Grayson, that all changed. A handsome stranger on a train who turned my world upside down, made me think and feel things I never knew were possible.
But he’s hiding, too.
What happens when I slowly realize that who I truly am is more similar to who I’m pretending to be? I want to be brave enough to tell the world, but the fear is crippling.
Fear of myself. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what others will think.
But life is too short to be afraid.
And I’m so damn tired of hiding.
A chance meeting waiting for a cup of coffee and a train changes everything in two lives. Much more than either anticipated. Olivia was looking for a weekend away from her reality of being a closet Erotic Romace novelist. Hunter sees something he wants. But he doesn’t want to show her his reality. Withholding the truths from one another may be the best or worst thing to happen to both of them. One amazingly magical weekend and it is almost as if these two become obsessed with one another.
There is something there, something more. But Hunter doesn’t want to tell her he owns his company, he knows that most women are just looking for their sugar daddy. Olivia doesn’t want to tell him who she is because it is so inappropriate. What happens when the magic of the weekend comes to an end? What happens when they are both forced back into their own realities? Does everything go back to normal or will the spark of one weekend be enough to help them find their way back to each other?
This is a short little read, but a nice break from the norm. It is sexy, heated and tempting but there is a soft side of it that just makes you want these two characters to end up together by unknown forces. A chance meeting waiting for a train, turns into one very steamy weekend and then a hard case of reality. I am not going to fib, I would have loved more of this story, but then it wouldn’t be a novella. With that said, I did enjoy it and it was a quick read.
Fun, flirty and full of steam, this novella had a bit of intrigue and mystery and it was a great read.
“Shit,” I mumble to myself when I spy the pink vibrator, glaring proof of my non-existent sex life now on public display. “God damn it,” I utter again, shaking my head and scrambling to grab it, when I notice a pair of beautiful, masculine hands scooping up my belongings. Completely mortified, my cheeks flush a deep red, and I’m silently praying he hasn’t spotted my favorite sex toy. My eyes make their way from the ground, climbing past the hands and up the length of strong, muscular arms to an absolutely gorgeous face, and I take a hard swallow. A chiseled jaw with a hint of stubble, irises the color of aged brandy, a sharp, sculptured nose, and perfectly tousled hair that matches his hypnotic eyes. I don’t realize that I’m staring until his lips quirk up into a grin.
Could I be any more obvious?
He tosses the items back in my purse and nods toward the vibrator. “I’ll let you handle that one,” he offers, his voice a rich timbre to my ears. “Although,” he whispers, leaning in close, “I’m sure I could put it to good use.” My mouth drops open in surprise, just as he reaches his thumb out to skim my bottom lip. “I’m pretty sure I could put this sexy mouth to good use, too.”
ABOUT BETH MICHELE
Beth Michele is the author of Love Love, Lovely, Scarred Beautiful, and Finding Autumn. She is a Connecticut native who loves spending time with her husband and two children. If you can’t find her, though, she’s probably hiding out with her kindle somewhere quiet, preferably a spot overlooking the ocean. She has an affinity for Twizzlers, is a hopeless romantic, and a happily ever after fanatic.
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