New Year, Baby!

Philadelphia Love #1

De: Lilly Christine

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Once Upon a Schuylkill, there were magical, moonlit kisses. Then it all fell apart. Years later, Philadelphia divorce attorney Mollie Ireland is still out for blood. Derek Dawson, a talented documentary filmmaker, has no idea what he did wrong. A chance encounter on an overbooked holiday flight leads to a showdown. Once, Mollie was so sweet, a guileless, innocent freshman . . but now she's a Pit Bull! . . .Derek's attraction to petite, fiery Mollie must be some weird kink, right? And what is it about Jerk Derek, anyway? He’s sexy, accomplished, kind. . .and he's still trying! Really not at all a jerk, so why can’t Mollie just leave it alone? But she can't. . or she won't! Sparks kindle an explosive encounter, promising the New Year’s Eve fireworks of a lifetime! Lilly Christine’s debut novel, Crashing Into Tess, winner of TRW’s 2013 “Catherine Award”, was a 2014 finalist in DRW’s “Best First Book” and “Best Contemporary” categories, and is the first in the popular McGreers Series. Lilly returns to her birthplace for the setting of “Philadelphia Love!” an exciting new urban rom-com Holiday Novella Series! In 2017, look for “Valentine, Baby!” (February) “Sing It, Baby!” (March) and “Independence, Baby?” (July). Excerpt Mollie couldn’t help it. Her laughter turned to giggles, then snorts, so she had to pinch her nose to contain herself. Derek just smiled, lowering his lips to suck foam from his draft IPA. Mollie’s eyes followed the tousled hair to his neck, the sexy, man smelling, broad muscles there. That buzzy glow warming her stomach burned a little hotter, and she couldn’t help glancing at his wrists, those perfect man-wrists, clad in the grey lambswool sweater he’d pulled over his t-shirt, thick beneath the cuffs of his thick, worn leather jacket. Mollie felt her knees clench. What am I doing getting blitzed with Jerk Derek? 10:17 pm “Boy’s Club?” Derek was enjoying the pleasant buzz Mollie Ireland gave him, especially after a few beers.They were on the street now, waiting for a cab. “You pinned me as a Boy’s Club guy?” “Undoubtedly,” Mollie said primly, busily tucking her scarf snugly into the collar of her double breasted sky blue merino wool coat. “That’s right, you’re a lawyer,” he said, realizing the problem. “The practice where you work is inundated with Boy’s Club types, eh?” “It is,” she admitted ruefully. “And I was married to one.” “Who did you marry?” he asked. “Win Calloway.” “Oh, God...Win Calloway? How long did that last?” “Two years. It was my starter marriage. I got a lot of really nice china and serving pieces out of it, which of course I never use.” Looking disarmed and defenseless, her breath encapsulated in white puffs against stark night air, Mollie shivered, so Derek took his black wool watch cap from his jacket pocket and pulled it over her copper curls, down past her ears. Corkscrew tendrils streamed from it at odd angles as Mollie’s curious, pensive hazel eyes gazed at him from her heart-shaped face. Nervous now, she licked her lips, then caught the upper one in her teeth. Something stabbed at his chest. Mollie was no pit bull. Mollie looked a lot like the girl he’d kissed on the dock. Prettier, if that was possible. About Lilly's Philadelphia Love Series . . I first fell in love with Philadelphia as a child. Born there, I learned to read via Sesame Street, played in Fairmont Park and on our cozy city-block stone house's deep front porch. We moved to the country before I was five, but I explored all the city had to offer on visits to grandparents and aunts. Wanamakers, City Hall, Independence Hall, Betsey Ross House, Ben Franklin Press, the Zoo and the Thanksgiving Parade were childhood delights. It’s been great fun to set my Philadelphia Love series in that city. I hope you are transported. Lilly currently resides in Reno, Nevada. When not writing, she can be found walking her Daschahuahua rescue puppy on the Truckee River.