Not for Me

by Kat de Falla

Chick Lit

Book Description

Manda Wolfgram is a struggling literary agent who is looking for the perfect manuscript to land in her lap and the perfect man to land in her bed. When the sixth-floor hottie finally asks her out, she gets more than she bargained for. How can a girl wrap her brain around a Shakespearean actor who writes erotica?

Harry Sackes leads a double life: making a career as an author by day and dipping into the dark underworld of criminals at night. The moment he sees Manda in his twin brother’s arms, his whole life becomes his personal Shakespearean trag-comedy of mistaken identity and unrequited love in this fast-paced chick lit romance.

Working my way toward my office the next morning, I juggled my coffee, computer bag, and oversized purse. Tossing down my stuff, I almost tipped over the two dozen roses on my already overcrowded desk. Assaulted by the sweet scent, I moved my computer bag and purse onto the floor and set the coffee on a side table piled high with books, manuscripts, and Maggie’s latest shipment of books and promotional materials like bookmarks, postcards, and banners.

Flowers?

My office was not much bigger than Vanessa’s walk-in closet. My desk had space for my computer, a lamp with a red velvet shade, piles of paper edits, and my beloved hover drone remote control toy. Impossible to keep the tiny space tidy, I’d resigned myself to overcrowded bookshelves and endless stacks of paper. My one indulgence being a matching red velvet reading chair placed adjacent to the prison-sized window, which boasted a view of yet another high-rise. But light of day was light of day.

With both hands finally free, I collected a bunch of the roses, still in petite bud form, and held them to my face, like a mother holds a child’s face before smothering it in kisses. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply as the silky buds tickled my fingertips. A note was attached, the envelope inscribed with the insignia of a florist two blocks east of this building.

I plopped into my reading chair by the window and ripped open the envelope, savoring the fact the words inside were written in messy cursive. A handwritten note was fast becoming a lost art with the advent of email and flowers dot com.

Dear Manda,

What’s in a name? I’d never judge you by yours and hope you don’t judge me by mine. I’d like another chance to show you who I am, if you’ll let me. I can still feel you in my arms after R&J.

Dane
Holy schnickes. Finding it hard not to be smitten, I shot Ally a text:

Dane sent roses. I guess a second date is a go!

About the Author

Kat was born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin where she learned to roller skate, ride a banana seat bike, and love Shakespeare. She holds a Doctor of Pharmacy degree and is happily employed as a retail pharmacist. She is married to her soul mate, composer Lee de Falla and raising four kids together ala the Brady Bunch. The Seer’s Lover was Kat’s first book and she is working feverishly on four different series at the moment!

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Kat is so much an extrovert that she has come full circle and enjoys her alone time as much as her social adventures.

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