I’m excited to host the cover reveal for Chelsea M. Cameron’s latest romance, Unveiled Attraction, releasing January 7, 2019. I haven’t read most (actually any?) of her books, but I love her as a person. Without further ado…
Unveiled Attraction is a spinoff of Marriage of Unconvenience, but can be read alone.
And now an excerpt:
Maeve Ivey doesn’t have time for bullshit. She’s got her bridal boutique to run, she just started designing custom wedding attire, and she’s healing from a vicious breakup. Plus, she also has a cat named Shady that needs plenty of belly rubs.
Everything changes when her makeup artist quits and in walks Cedar Shay to interview for the job. The very same Cedar Shay that Maeve spent one reckless and steamy night with a thousand years ago. Okay, it wasn’t a thousand years ago, but it was way in the past. To top it off, that was Maeve’s first time, period. Of course, Maeve is professional enough to overlook that little (MAJOR) fact, especially when it’s clear that Cedar doesn’t remember her at all. Great.
Things are distant and cordial until Maeve finds out that not only does Cedar remember her, but she’s been thinking about that night too. A LOT. The two are determined to keep everything above board, but will they be able to resist each other when they’re together all the time? Or will they give in to temptation and potentially ruin everything they’ve both worked so hard for?Teaser: The first thing I saw was the pink hair. It was a shade of bright pink that reminded me of a toned-down highlighter. The hair made me look first and then I saw her eyes and I almost dived under a table.
Cedar. The girl I’d spent the hottest night of my life with about a million years ago. Why was the universe so intent on dredging up my past and shoving it in my face?
What was she doing here? Panic set in, and I put my hand on my chest to remember to breathe. Fortunately, no one else seemed to notice my miniature breakdown. I gripped the edge of the coffee and drinks table where I’d come to get an afternoon jolt and tried to figure out how to escape to my office without army-crawling there like a weirdo. What I wouldn’t give for an invisibility cloak right now.
“Maeve?” Chloe said, coming over with Cedar. I froze and my lungs stuttered a few times, like a car that wouldn’t start in December because of the cold.
“This is Cedar, she’s applying for the new job,” Chloe said, completely unconcerned that her boss was actually dying right in front of her.
“I know it said to apply online, but I thought I would bring my resume in person,” Cedar said, and a flood of memories came back, mostly ones of the sounds she made when she came.
I had to get my shit together and fast. I had faced worse moments in my life than this, although I couldn’t recall any of them right now.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, sounding like I was being strangled. I held out my hand to shake hers and was jolted with the remembrance of how those hands had felt on my –
“Are you okay?” Chloe finally asked. “Your face is white.” Excellent. I was not playing this off well. I needed to escape, right now.
“I’m fine,” I said, coughing a few times. Cedar looked from me to Chloe and back again.
“If this is a bad time, I can come back later,” she said, and I shook my head like a deranged bobble head.
“No, no, it’s fine.” I took her printed resume with shaking hands, and looked down at it, so I wouldn’t have to look into those eyes. Those eyes that had stripped me naked before I’d ever taken my clothes off.
“Great. Do you have a second to talk?” I had thousands of seconds, but not for her today.
“Um, I have a, uh, call. Conference call, right now. But, uh, maybe tomorrow?” I could get my act together and be ready tomorrow. Cedar seemed unsure, and I could feel that she wanted to leave. That’s when it hit me: she didn’t remember me.
That epiphany hit me like a semi and I wanted to go into my office and cry.
“Sure, sounds good. I’ll stop by around one?” Cedar said and I guess I nodded before going back to my office and locking the door. I heard Chloe knocking and asking questions, but I kept my back against the door and told her to give me a minute.
It wasn’t all that surprising, now that I thought about it, that she didn’t remember me. It was nearly five years ago. She probably had been with plenty of people before or since then and I was just one of many. I’d known that at the time, or at least I’d assumed it. That was the risk you took when you slept with someone you’d just met. She hadn’t asked about my history and I hadn’t asked about hers. That hadn’t been what that night had been about. It was just physical, and just once. She hadn’t even stayed over. After we’d fucked, she kissed my cheek, put her clothes on and left. I’d spent the rest of the night naked and waiting for her scent to fade from my sheets.
That night hadn’t meant much to her, and that was fine. I hadn’t told her it was my first time with someone, and it wasn’t her responsibility to carry my feelings about the whole thing. So why was I on the verge of a panic attack?
About the Author:Chelsea M. Cameron is a New York Times/USA Today/Internationally Best-selling author from Maine who now lives and works in Boston. She’s a red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader, and world’s worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, getting brunch with her partner, tweeting, and playing fetch with her cat, Sassenach. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.