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Miles and Miles of You
Jennifer Bonds

Published by: Entangled: Amara
Publication date: November 7th 2022
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

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Lucy Gonzalez might have once been a stressed personal assistant, but now she’s hitched up her grandma’s bitchin’ vintage Airstream and hitting the road with all the best places to find cheap eats and see the sights on a shoestring budget.

And she has company along for the ride. If those thirst-worthy abs seem familiar, it’s because they belong to billionaire Miles Hart. True story, he used to be Lucy’s boss until she quit on him. Something about not being appreciated? Anyway, you will appreciate Miles—and his groveling—plenty on this trip.

Now, you have front-row seats to the hottest trip of the year. Sparks! Fireworks! Unexpected smooching! And you won’t want to miss the jaw-dropping surprise that will make this destination totally worth the hilarious journey…

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Excerpt

“Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound?”

“Me? You’re the one who wants to sleep out in the woods with only a thin vinyl covering for protection. What if a bear wanders into your campsite?”

Lucy throws up her hands. “And how exactly are you going to protect me from a bear? Are you going to wrestle it to the ground while I run for help?”

For fuck’s sake. Why is it so hot in here? “I mean, I would if—”

“Exactly.” She crosses her arms and when I reach over to turn up the air conditioner, her lips are pinched in disapproval. “I’m twenty-three years old, Drew. I can take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“I never said you couldn’t.” A fresh wave of cool air blows across my knuckles, providing instant relief.

“It was implied,” she says, turning the air back down.

“Come on, Luce. I’m dying over here.”

“I’m freezing.”

That’s not possible. It’s eighty-five degrees outside, and I’m feeling every bit of that sun as it beats down on the driver’s side of the Jeep.

I glance over my shoulder, checking the backseat. My fleece is still back there from the other day. “Maybe you could put on another layer?”

“Maybe you could take off a layer.”

I reach for the fleece and freeze. It takes me a full three seconds to process her words.

“Did you just ask me to take off my shirt?”

A slow flush creeps over her cheeks, staining them a deep shade of crimson. “It was a joke.”

“Or was it?” I challenge. “Because I’m more than happy to remove my shirt. Like I said, I’m burning up.”

In more ways than one.

“Dios mío.” She turns the A/C up to the highest setting. “Fine. You win.”

It’s a minor victory. One that does little to temper my growing desire. Desire I shouldn’t feel and can’t seem to shake no matter how many times I remind myself it’s a terrible fucking idea to mix business and pleasure.

“If you’re that cold, we could swing by Starbucks and get a nice hot coffee to warm you up,” I offer.

Her eyes light up at the mention of Starbucks.

I should’ve suggested it days ago. For all Lucy’s talk of my gourmet coffee addiction, she’s got quite the habit herself. I can’t remember the last time she showed up at the office without a cup bearing the green and white siren.

“I could really go for a caramel macchiato.” It’s her favorite drink, and she hasn’t had one in over a week. If there’s anything that can crack her budget loving armor, it’s Starbucks. “Just the thought of steamed milk and that sweet caramel drizzle has my mouth watering. What do you say?”

She chews her bottom lip, considering. It takes all my self-control to wait her out.

But I know better than to oversell.

“No.”

“No?” I don’t even try to hide my disappointment because who is this woman and what has she done with Lucy? The Lucy I know would die a slow death before turning down a caramel macchiato. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She gives a firm nod, like she’s trying to convince herself. “I’ll brew a pot of coffee when we stop for the night. It’s far more economical and I have to walk the talk if I want people to trust my advice.”

“Or… we could get Starbucks and just not post it on social media?”

“Absolutely not. Authenticity is the goal, remember?”

Damn. “How could I possibly forget?”

“Now, can we please go get our tent?”

Our tent.

The one we’ll be sleeping in side-by-side under the stars tonight.

What could possibly go wrong?

Jennifer Bonds is the USA Today bestselling author of sizzling contemporary romance with sassy heroines, sexy alphas, and a whole lot of mischief. She’s a sucker for enemies-to-lovers stories, laugh-out-loud banter, and over-the-top grand gestures. Jennifer lives in Pennsylvania, where her overactive imagination and weakness for reality TV keep life interesting. She's lucky enough to live with her own real-life hero, two adorable (and sometimes crazy) children, and one rambunctious K9. Loves Buffy, Mexican food, a solid Netflix binge, the Winchester brothers, cupcakes, and all things zombie. Sings off-key.

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