The Aussie Next Door, an all-new standalone
romantic comedy by USA Today Bestselling author Stefanie London is LIVE!
American Angie Donovan has never wanted much. When you grow up
getting bounced from foster home to foster home, you learn not to become
attached to anything, anyone, or any place. But it only took her two days to
fall in love with Australia. With her visa clock ticking, surely she can fall
in love with an Australian—and get hitched—in two months. Especially if he’s as
hot and funny as her next-door neighbor…
Jace Walters has never wanted
much––except a bathroom he didn’t have to share. The last cookie all to
himself. And solitude. But when you grow up in a family of seven, you can kiss
those things goodbye. He’s finally
living alone and working on his syndicated comic strip in privacy. Sure, his
American neighbor is distractingly sexy and annoyingly nosy, but she’ll be gone
in a few months...
Except now she’s determined
to find her perfect match by checking out every eligible male in the town, and
her choices are even more distracting. So why does it suddenly feel like he—and
his obnoxious tight-knit family, and even these two wayward dogs—could be
exactly what she needs?
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Excerpt:
Judging by the way Angie was talking
to Elijah, smiling sweetly and toying with the end of her ponytail, she was
definitely “vibing,” as Chloe put it. An ugly, foreign feeling surged up inside
Jace that made him feel the exact same way as when he’d watched his brother
flirting with her.
Turn
around and walk away. It’s none of your damn business.
But before Jace fully thought
through the consequences of his actions, he was crossing the road with Truffle
leading the way. As soon as the little white dog caught sight of Angie, his
tail started going a million miles a minute.
Stop.
You’re not going to get involved. Don’t be a hypocrite. Other people in this
town meddle and you hate it.
It was true. He came from a family
of meddlers, and it drove him nuts. But maybe there was some meddling-specific
chromosome that had been passed on from his parents without his knowledge,
remaining dormant all this time and waiting for the right moment to strike.
“Jace.” Angie looked at him with
wide eyes, almost like she was a kid with her hand stuck in the cookie jar.
“I was taking Truffle for a walk.”
He raked a hand through his hair like he was totally relaxed and going about
his day. The truth was, he had no bloody idea what he was doing. “How was yoga?”
“Awesome.” For some reason, Angie’s
voice seemed an octave or two higher than normal. “Super great, actually. Excellent.”
Hmm. Three ways of saying the same
thing. She did that whenever she was nervous.
“Are you into yoga?” Jace asked
Elijah.
“Yeah, man. With all the firewood I
have to chop for the pizza oven, my back gets real tight.”
Jace resisted the urge to roll his
eyes. How did he manage to say shit like that without coming off like a total douchecanoe?
“But I could always use some
tutoring.” Elijah shot Angie a flirty look, and her cheeks turned the prettiest
shade of pink. “Any opportunity to expand my skills.”
“I’m sure Chloe could help with
that,” Jace said stiffly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw
Truffle sniffing around Elijah’s leg. He’d done the same thing to the coffee
table earlier that morning—inspecting his target. Jace really should put a stop
to it…
“I wasn’t talking about Chloe,”
Elijah said, his eyes still trained on Angie.
Angie laughed and gingerly stuck her
hand in the air. “I volunteer as tribute.”
Jace forgot the dog and stared at
her hard. Was this one of those gray-area things he’d never understand, or did
Angie really like this guy? He had no freaking clue.
Just then, Truffle jumped up on his
hind legs, hooking his front paws around Elijah’s calf. His hips started to
hinge back and forth, and Elijah glanced down, a what the hell do I do now expression on his face as he and Angie
looked down at Sir Hump-a-Lot.
“What the hell?” Elijah stumbled
back, and Truffle dropped down to the ground, looking mightily miffed that his
sexy times were interrupted.
“Truffle!” Angie snort-laughed. “So
inappropriate.”
“It’s a dominance thing,” Jace said
to Elijah. “He tends to do that whenever he thinks he can overpower someone.”
Angie
shot Jace a raised brow, but she squatted to give the dog a scratch behind the
ears before he could figure out exactly what she was thinking. Was the comment
too much? He’d blurted it out without thinking, and Elijah seemed off his game
now.
About Stefanie:
USA Today bestselling author of
contemporary romance with humour, heat and heart. Also llamas.
Originally from Melbourne, Australia Stefanie now lives in Toronto,
Canada with her wonderful husband. She loves to read, collect lipsticks, watch
zombie movies, and drink coffee.
Her bestselling book, Pretend It's Love, is a 2016 Romantic
Book of the Year finalist with the Romance Writers of Australia.
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