Fortuity, an all-new inspirational and moving standalone contemporary romance from Wall Street Journal bestselling
author Jewel E. Ann, is available now!
Forty-something Gracelyn Glock is living
the dream.
No husband.
No retirement plan.
And since her self-imposed man-ban—no need to shave above
her knees.
After a tragic accident, Gracelyn inherits
her ten-year-old nephew. She signs a lease on a San Diego beach house and learns their neighbors for
the summer are a sexy anatomy professor and his young daughter.
Professor Nathaniel Hunt has spent the
last decade being a single dad . . . and not having sex.
So when he discovers Gracelyn has a
peculiar outdoor stripping ritual, a million inappropriate thoughts fill his responsible mind.
When kisses are stolen, man-bans are
broken, and summer comes to an end, will hearts stay in one piece and hope stay alive? Or will saying
goodbye destroy everything?
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Excerpt:
“What took you two so long? Don’t worry,
we saved you some cake.” Mr. Hans smiles from his recliner with Hunter on the sofa, her thumbs
dancing along her phone screen. Gabe will get along well with her.
“Cake, Morgan?”
My steps falter when I hear Nate’s voice
from the kitchen.
Mr. Hans winks at me. “I invited Nate for
cake too.”
I nod slowly. “I see. Whose birthday is
it?”
“Life is a celebration. Cake needs no
excuse.”
So much for having some time to digest
what Nate said to me and my flirty reaction to his kiss comment. I put on a neutral face and drag my
timid ass into the kitchen.
“Cake, Gracelyn?” Nate glances up from the
counter, a knife in one hand and a plate in his other hand.
“Mmm … yes, Gracelyn. You want cake.”
Morgan rolls her eyes back in her head as she slowly chews a bite, standing next to Nate.
How am I supposed to look at him when I
saw him barely an hour ago and he said he wanted to kiss me, and I returned the desire without the
actual kiss? I guess we’re going to be two people who want to kiss but know that it will never
happen.
“Thank you.” I take the cake, giving Nate a
two-second glance. It’s all I can give him without completely self-combusting into a pile of
ashes.
“Mr. Hans … this is so good.” Morgan
traipses out of the kitchen.
“It is good. I haven’t had cake in a long
time.” I slowly lick the frosting from the fork.
Nate glances at the floor, eyes narrowed,
and hunches down. After a few seconds, I move around to his side of the island.
“Did you drop something?”
Hunched like a baseball catcher, gaze still to
the floor, he crooks a finger at me.
I set my plate on the counter. “Did you lose
a contact lens?” I squat next to him behind the counter.
He lifts his gaze to meet my squinted eyes.
The corner of his mouth bends just as his hand slides behind my head and his lips press to
mine.
What the hell?
My lungs freeze while my heart pauses and
my mind explodes. There’s no tongue to this kiss, just hungry lips. It knocks me off balance, and I fall to
my knees, resting my hands on his shoulders.
Nate pulls back half an inch, letting his lips
hover next to mine, the warmth of his breath covering my stunned mouth. “I’m not even sorry.” He
shrugs.
My mouth opens as if it wants to speak, but
I have no idea
what to say.
“Dad …”
Nate bolts up, leaving me on my knees.
“Yes?”
“Can Hunter use—” Morgan’s eyes narrow
at me, my head barely peeking over the counter. “Gracelyn, what are you doing?”
“I’m …” I give her a tight smile.
Nate says, “Picking up a few
crumbs.”
At the same time, I say, “Tying your dad’s
shoe.”
His explanation is much better.
Morgan laughs. “Um … okay. You’re both
acting weird.”
I climb to my feet.
“Can Hunter use what?” Nate
asks.
“Your bike so we can go for a bike
ride.”
“Are you going to stay around
here?”
Morgan nods. “Pinky swear. We won’t go
too far.”
“I’ll need to put the seat down for
her.”
“Yes! Thanks, Dad. I’ll go tell her.” Morgan
runs out of the kitchen.
Nate covers the cake with plastic wrap and
nods to my plate with the half-eaten piece of cake. “Are you going to finish that?”
Cake. He wants to talk about the
cake?
My head inches side to side.
“Too good to let it go to waste.” He picks up
the plate and finishes my cake.
YOU KISSED ME!
“By the way …” His gaze remains on the
plate as he scoops up the last bite. “Morgan knows I know how to tie my own shoes.”
About Jewel
Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie
with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under
her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three
awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years
suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and
three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA
writing.
When she’s not donning her cape and
saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing
with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking,
panty-scorching novels.
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