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excerpt from romancing the mountain man

Paige

I stand in the airport bookstore fronting my most recent release that they have in stock. It’s day one of my annual writing retreat with my favorite writing buddies. My flight got in earlier than Emmy’s, my friend I’m ride-sharing to the resort. So I figured I’ll kill some time while I wait.

The bookstore actually has some of all of our books, so I busy myself with turning at least one copy forward facing so readers can see our gorgeous covers. I pick mine up and run my fingers over the purple foiled embossed title.A Knight to Remember. I sigh and place it back on the shelf, then turn to leave the store, only to nearly impale myself on a display behind me.

It’s one of those special cardboard displays that publishers pay oodles of money to feature their big bestsellers. This one displays thick hardcovers featuring a gloomy cover with the dome of the U.S. capital cast and in an eerie red glow. The author’s name blazes across the top: Rex Harrison.

I know that cover—and that name—all too well.

Just seeing his name makes me roll my eyes. Rex Harrison.

Instant New York Times Bestselling author.

The biggest author to come out of Austin, Texas since … well, me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jealous of “Rex’s” success. Not even a little bit.

I dated “Rex” for nearly three years. I was engaged to him. Once, when I was younger and stupider, I thought we were the perfect couple. But it turns out a relationship between two writers isn’t always the match made in heaven, it might seem like. Especially if one of those writers sells her first book years before the other and the other is—in fact—a petty, jealous douche canoe who salves his bruised ego by sticking his dick in the wedding planner’s mouth.

But the less said about “Rex’s” dick the better as far as I’m concerned and I got over his personal betrayal years ago. Now, I’m just annoyed by his “cataclysmic success”—Those are the NYT’s words, not mine.

Personally, I think his success isn’t so much cataclysmic, so much as manufactured. After all, before his book deal, he wasn’t Rex Harrison. He was just Dr. Dale Loughlin, law professor at UT. Before this, his writings had titles like, “Objectives and Implications of the Privatization of Governmental Functions.”

Now, he’s written a political thriller that’s “sweeping the nation” and he’s being called Rex Harrison.

I mean, seriously! Doesn’t he know that Rex Harrison is the name of a famous actor? How did he not think to google his own pseudonym before letting them slap that on a cover?

Way to do your research, professor.

I’m still smirking at the thought when I turn around and nearly bump into a couple on their way into the bookstore.

“See, Clay, I told you we’d find a copy,” a woman says to the guy speed walking behind her. She snatches up one of Rex’s books. “There are plenty.”

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