*~*Meeting Mr. Wright by Cassie Cross Blitz – Excerpt & TWO Giveaways!*~*

Callie Kirkpatrick promised herself she’d never fall in love again.

After catching her boyfriend Ethan cheating on her, Callie decides to retire from the dating game at the ripe old age of twenty-four. Unfortunately for Callie, she’s going to have to see Ethan at her best friend’s upcoming wedding. Stranded in the airport during a weather delay on her way to the nuptials, Callie meets Nate Wright. He’s sexy and uncomplicated, and a one-night stand is just what the doctor ordered for a girl with a broken heart. Callie thinks she’ll never see Nate again —until he shows up at the wedding.

Nate is hell-bent on making Callie forget about her ex, and he makes her question whether she was ever really in love with Ethan at all. As she begins to fall for Nate, Callie wonders if promises were meant to be broken…

I climb onto the bed, and it’s softer than I thought it would be. My knees sink into the featherbed as I crawl over to the other side, and I find that I’m glad that Ethan had tacky loud sex with his new girlfriend, because this mattress is much nicer than the one in my guest room. I try to tell myself that my comfort here has nothing to do with the fact that Nate’s so close. He pulls the covers up over me, and then his eyes meet mine, a tender smile on his face. His gaze lingers, and I get the feeling that there’s something he wants to say, but instead he just whispers “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Nate’s fingertips slide along the duvet, and then he turns and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I turn onto my side and watch the shadows of his feet in the slit beneath the door. The whole bed smells like him, and I turn my head against the pillow and breathe in. It’s not cologne or anything you can buy, it’s some combination of clean and outdoorsy that’s uniquely him, and I want to bottle it so I can bring it home with me. Somehow I get the feeling that smell wouldn’t be nearly as attractive if Nate wasn’t around, but I push that thought down deep.

Nate walks out of the bathroom wearing a grey tee and navy blue shorts, and when he reaches over to turn out the light, I call his name.

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to sleep down there,” I say, pursing my lips together as I pull the sheet back to make room for him to get in.

“Are you sure?”

I’m sure that this is probably a stupid move on my part. But I want him in this bed next to me, I can’t deny that.

“You’ve already been inside of me,” I say, trying to tease him. “Sharing a bed is nothing.”

When his eyes meet mine, my intended joke seems a little too serious. But Nate’s mouth quirks up in a half smile, and he climbs in anyway.

I’m on my side and he’s on his back, though I can tell he wants to turn toward me. Maybe because I’m in the bed or maybe because he always sleeps that way, I don’t know. He looks over at me and I grin, hoping he’ll understand that it’s okay for him to move. We’re being all awkward about this like a couple of teenagers; it’s kind of cute and definitely maddening. Finally he turns toward me, his eyes still locked with mine, and I can’t look away. I don’t want to. The moonlight shining through the window behind me casts the most beautiful light on his face. Bluish and kind of dreamy, like I’m in some kind of a haze. Nate smiles this comfortable, lazy smile, like there’s nowhere in the world he’d rather be than here in this bed with me.

“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” he asks.

It could’ve been a vindictive question, given the way I behaved the last time we were like this. But he asks it so softly that it sounds more like a wish than anything.

“Yes,” I whisper.

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Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie’s fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she’s not busy writing a book, you’ll probably find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80′s sitcoms.