Author: Tamara Morgan
Release Date: May 12, 2014
Publisher: Carina Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Ryan Lucas would rather be anywhere but Ransom Creek, Connecticut. After losing his high-adrenaline career as a Hollywood stunt driver, he’s had to tuck his tail between his legs and take up employment as a chauffeur for the Montgomerys, a wealthy hotelier family.
Amy Sanders has returned home to Ransom Creek to take over her mother’s former position as nanny to the Montgomerys—bringing her close to dashing Jake Montgomery once again. She grew up with a major crush on Jake, and it’s not easy to leave those feelings behind, even though her friendship with the hard-edged family chauffeur, Ryan, has a sizzling undercurrent of undeniable attraction.
Amy’s determined to prove to Ryan that life at Montgomery Manor isn’t all bad, but each time they draw closer Jake swoops in. Amy is torn between two men—and two worlds. And Ryan is rapidly coming to learn that if he wants to make Amy his, he’ll have to prove to her that life downstairs can be everything they both want.
Getting to Know Ryan and Amy From IF I STAY
One thing I’ve always prided myself on my books is an element of realism to the act of falling in love. It doesn’t matter whether the characters are athletes or thieves or a nanny and a chauffeur working on a country estate—it’s those small moments together that form the foundation for a lasting Happily Ever After.
In IF I STAY, Ryan and Amy spent quite a bit of time getting to know one another through fairly ordinary measures. Meeting in the parking lot at work, having lunch together, joining the rest of the staff for the rare night off…these might not seem like very exciting adventures, but they’re only the start of all these two to offer. Just because they spend time together doesn’t mean there aren’t surprises in store!
Here are a few of the secrets Ryan and Amy have yet to learn about one another.
· Yes, Ryan’s an ex-Hollywood stunt driver, but he’s also knowledgeable about what goes on under the hood. It’s always been a secret wish of his to rebuild a car from scratch.
· Gruff and reserved, Ryan might not seem like the kind of guy who can relax and have a good time, but he’s surprisingly hilarious…when he’s naked.
· Ryan’s not just looking for romance—he’s also in the market for a good bromance. Which is exactly what he gets when he finds new friends in unlikely places.
· Although everyone thinks Amy spent the past eight years of her life dancing her way across Europe, the reality is a bit less elegant than that. Though there was still dancing involved…
· Amy can find something to laugh about and enjoy in every situation—except when it comes to figuring out who her real father is.
· There’s one thing in the world Amy wants more than acceptance, but Ryan won’t learn what it is until he’s almost out of her life for good.
Amy scooted out from underneath Ryan and got to shaky legs. Giving in to the indulgence of a backward glance to find him staring openmouthed at her, she lifted her shirt off and tossed it to the hallway floor.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice gruff.
She kept moving, an extra sway in her hips as she unbuttoned her shorts and shimmied them off her hips. “Leaving you a trail of bread crumbs in case you get lost along the way.”
She reached behind her and flicked open her serviceable white cotton bra. The only way to dress up that kind of bland plant material was to dangle it enticingly from one fingertip, which she did as she reached her door. It wasn’t locked—unless someone wanted to steal her ancient ten-pound laptop or her collection of Old World maps, there wasn’t much to take—so she pushed it open and slipped in.
One. Two. Three. Four. She flicked on the lights, assuming Ryan was right behind her. Five. Six. Seven. Was he seriously not going to follow her in here? Eight. Nine. Nine and a half.
She slipped out of her panties—more of the same boring white cotton, though at least they had bits of scalloped lace at the edges—and tossed them out the open door.
Nine and two-thirds. Nine and three-quarters. What the heck came after that?
“Goddammit.” Ryan stormed through the door and tossed all her clothes onto the floor. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He stopped, suspended in a swirl of desire that hit him from all sides, holding him momentarily aloft. In his haste to somehow find the ability to both walk and gather up Amy’s clothes, he’d forgotten that he held all her underclothes. Nothing stood between him and her completely naked body except distance and air—both of which mattered for absolutely zero.
Tamara Morgan is a contemporary romance author of humorous, heartfelt stories with flawed heroes and heroines designed to get your hackles up and make your heart melt. Her long-lived affinity for romance novels survived a B.A. degree in English Literature, after which time she discovered it was much more fun to create stories than analyze the life out of them.
Whether building Victorian dollhouses, consuming mass quantities of coffee and wine, or crying over cheesy 1950s musicals, Tamara commits to her flaws like every good heroine should. She lives in the Inland Northwest with her husband, daughter, and variety of household pets and only occasionally complains about the weather.
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