Excerpt from Miles and Miles of You by Jennifer Bonds
Miles and Miles of You by 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…
EXCERPT: Ay, cabrón. I never
should have let Drew talk me into this. What the hell was I thinking letting
the internet choose our next destination?
Everyone knows the web is full
of trolls, bullies, and people who think they’re a lot funnier than they actually
Which is why we’re standing in
front of a tacky little motel called The Love Shack, a pink and white
mid-century monstrosity with a red neon heart on the sign.
Did I mention it also looks like
the kind of place you can rent by the hour?
“No way.” The sun has nearly
set, but the heat remains oppressive, and a bead of sweat forms between my
breasts, sliding down my abdomen. “We cannot stay here.”
This is all Drew’s fault. If he
hadn’t touched my face and said all those swoony things about my eyes, I
would’ve been able to think rationally. And rational Lucy?
She definitely would not have
agreed to this.
It’s not too late to make a
run for it.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Drew snakes an arm around my waist—because apparently he’s a mind reader now—holding
me in place. “We have to stay.”
I whirl on him, prepared to
plead my case. “Drew.”
“Lucy.” He stares down at me, a
grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, and my lovesick heart skips a beat.
That smile is infuriating. Sexy.
And I want nothing more than to erase it—with my lips.
Which is reason one hundred and
ninety-eight on the list of reasons we can’t stay here.
“It’s a freaking love shack.” I
point to the neon sign, just in case he missed it.
“Yeah, and it’s amazing.” He’s
full-on smirking now. “I didn’t think places like this actually existed in real
I huff out a breath. “All the
more reason for us to leave.”
“Come on, Luce.” He releases his
grip on my waist, but he must still think I’m a flight risk because he takes my
hand and pulls me toward the rental office where a shit ton of gnats are
fluttering around the Open sign. “Your followers are going to eat this up.”
For the love of God, please
let them be booked solid.
I quickly scan the parking lot
and realize there’s a vehicle parked in front of each of the twelve white doors
lining the building.
A sigh of relief escapes, and I
quicken my pace.
The sooner we get the “bad news”
from the clerk, the sooner I can shoot a sad face video explaining the motel
had no vacancies.
“You’re right,” I say, my feet a
thousand times lighter. “I have to follow through or risk losing the trust of
my fans. It’s just good business.”
“Exactly. As an influencer, your
reputation is everything.”
I push the office door open and
an overhead bell jingles noisily. There’s an older man seated behind the desk.
He’s watching tv, but he looks up, flashing a smile when we enter.
“Welcome to The Love Shack!” he
says, slowly climbing to his feet. “What can I do for you folks?”
“We wanted to see if you had a
room available, but the parking lot looked pretty full, so we totally
understand if you’re booked up for the night.”
Drew coughs something that
sounds like “you wish.”
“It’s your lucky day.” The clerk
chuckles, a full belly laugh, and gestures to the pegboard on the wall behind
the desk. There’s a single heart-shaped keyring hanging on the board. “I’ve
only got one room left, so I’ll upgrade you to the honeymoon suite for free.”
My stomach drops. “I’m sorry.
Did you say honeymoon suite?”
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.