Exposed. Zoey Williams

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      Frustrated with her spinstery ways, Macy Grant’s friends staged a Sex Intervention. But as Macy agonizes through her first—and worst—date in years, she can’t help but notice the brawny, shaggy-haired artist sitting at the next table. Handsome. Sexy. With hands that are incredibly...uh, skilled. So when Macy runs into Jake Stanton at a party, it’s a definitely a sign from the Gods Who Want Her To Get Laid. And oh, she does.

      Except that Jake didn’t tell Macy that it was his engagement party. Or that his fiancée is the hottest supermodel to walk the runway. Now Macy must decide if she can let the perfect guy walk away...or if she’s ready to step into the spotlight and turn her sex life into the biggest headline of the year!

       Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women

      Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon

       www.millsandboon.co.uk/Cosmo

       About the Author

      Zoey Williams was born and raised in New York. She graduated from NYU with a degree in writing and nutrition and currently works in the publishing industry. When she’s not writing, she enjoys traveling, yoga, hiking and annoying her tuxedo cat, Rini. She loves to hear from readers, so feel free to interact with her on Facebook, facebook.com/authorzoeywilliams, and Twitter, @ZoeyWilliamsxo!

       Also by Zoey Williams from Cosmopolitan Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon

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      Dear Reader,

      Thank you for picking up Exposed, my second novella for the Cosmopolitan Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon program! During the course of writing this story I changed jobs, moved back to NYC after four years in the ’burbs, and...(dun dun dun) started dating again. I’m sure many people can relate to how much comedic material dating in New York City can provide.

      The fun stuff aside, I do want to mention that in addition to Macy Bryant and Jake Stanton’s hot romance, this book also features Jasmine Lee—aka my favorite character I’ve ever written—and her girlfriend, Ashley, who are both members of the LGBT community. I want to take this opportunity to give a shout-out to a couple of my favorite LGBT organizations: The Trevor Project and The Matthew Shepard Foundation. Please consider donating whatever you can (donating your time as a volunteer can be just as valuable as money!) to these amazing efforts. I think we’re making such great progress, but I can’t wait to live in a world with more acceptance, tolerance and peace.

      xoxo,

      Zoey

      Exposed

      Zoey Williams

       Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women

      Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon

       www.millsandboon.co.uk/Cosmo

      This book is dedicated to Allison Carroll,

      for forcing my butt out the front door to go on that

      Tinder date when I was just getting over stomach flu.

      Contents

       Cover

      About the Author

      Dear Reader

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Copyright

      The blister forming on my right pinky toe throbs with every step. I can’t wait to go home and kick off my six-inch pumps, unhook the bra whose underwire is digging in right under my armpit and peel the pantyhose off my legs like a snake shedding its skin. I glance down at my watch. It’s nine o’clock. I’m coming home from work on a Friday night at nine o’clock. Any other twenty-six-year-old event planner would have some glamorous lifestyle—instead, I’m making a pit stop at the local bodega before I head home and collapse on the couch.

      I’m bending down to grab a cardboard cup of instant chicken soup—the ultimate sodium-ridden comfort food—to add to my small basket of junk food when I feel my phone vibrate in my purse.

      I answer it without looking at it. “What’s up, Reka?”

      I hear heavy, rhythmic breathing. Reka, my neurotic fifty-something boss with big eyes and spindly limbs like a praying mantis, must be running on her treadmill desk again. She’s in our Paris office since yesterday; it must be close to three o’clock in the morning there. I swear this woman does not sleep.

      “Did the seating chart arrive for the opening tomorrow?”

      She’s referring to the opening night of the most recent winner of a network cooking competition’s new sushi place. The irony of me eating incredibly processed chicken soup when I throw opening parties for the top chefs and restaurateurs in New York isn’t lost on me. “It’s in your inbox.” I smirk at myself for being so on top of things.

      I hear the treadmill power down and then a shuffling of papers. “It’s right here. I should’ve known. You’re always one step ahead of me, Macy! If I’m not careful, you could easily have my job one of these days.”

      I chuckle. “Goodnight...err, good morning, Reka. See you on Monday.”

      “Oh, that reminds me. There’s supposed to be a big fashion show next week. We just got the account. I know fashion isn’t your thing, but I may need to help out.”

      She’s referring to the fact that I don’t exactly have my finger on the pulse of celebrity culture. It’s rare that I have to work the red carpet of anything other than a restaurant opening—and it’s not my favorite thing to do—but of course I say yes. It must be a big show if she needs all hands on deck.

      “Knew


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