How To Kill a Romance Writer
by Jacy Oliver
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: May 2014
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The Hopeless Romantic
Jenna Michaels is a romance writer who believes in every word she writes. One day prince charming will come knocking on her door and make her a bride just like the ones she creates in her books.
The Cynical Bastard
Alex James, is living his dream as a mom and pop pizza place owner. A nasty divorce taught him that love doesn’t exist. He believes the best cure for love is a cynical attitude and a piece of pizza.
When Jenna accidentally orders a pizza from Alex’s store, the two become locked in contentious debate about whether love is myth. A debate that leads to the question that will change the course of both of their lives: How do you kill a romance writer?
“You did what?” Karen looks at me, a bit dumbfounded.
“You heard me, I accidently ordered a pizza from the Freaking Wicked pizza place in Ohio instead of the one here in Twin Falls. I was having a bad night, and now I can’t seem to stop e-mailing the owner back. It’s only been going on a few days. Oh, and because I freaked out on him, now I get free pizza whenever I want, from the Freaking Wicked here in Twin. He’s the most cynical guy I think I’ve ever talked to, but he has a good heart. I really believe that.”
“What’s his name?”
“Is he on Facebook?” Karen asks.
“I don’t know, I haven’t checked. I’m not you, I don’t need to know every last detail about someone before I talk to them.”
“What about his website? Is there a picture on his pizza site?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Well let’s look.” Karen pulls her phone out and Googles Alex’s website. “Here.” And she hands me her phone.
The face staring back at me is very handsome. Alex has dark brown hair, cut short, beautiful blue eyes, full lips and a strong jaw. He is giving the camera a slight smile and is wearing a simple black t-shirt and a white apron with his pizza shops logo across the top of it.
“Oh, well, okay.”
“Okay? At least now you know he’s human and male. I bet he’s packing some muscles under that shirt, you can see the slight bulge of his biceps from his crossed arms.”
“I already knew that he was human and male. I talked to him on the phone once, remember?” But I look at the picture again and bite my lip, yes, he’s definitely very nice looking.
“He’s kind of a looker.”
“Karen! That’s not the point of this. I’m not e-mailing him because I think he’s cute.”
“Well, it doesn’t hurt.”
I shrug. “No, I guess it doesn’t.” I hear my phone ding. “Oh hey, here is another e-mail from him.”