A Love You So Story
Reading his future in a
glass of sweet tea.
The youngest son of one of
America’s richest families, Remy Merced is so busy trying to save his family
company from collapse, he’s never taken time to figure out if he’s gay, much
less if he’s happy. Then his meddling mama hires him an assistant who’s
everything Remy thinks he doesn’t want. Cute Harper Treadwell, from rural
Arkansas, is a brilliant business prodigy… and openly gay. His wit and charm
could confirm Remy’s suspicions about his own sexuality almost instantly—if
they weren’t both already partnered.
When Remy’s girlfriend and
Harper’s boyfriend get a little too friendly, Remy finds that the path to
happiness requires a long drive in an old Prius, a growing appreciation for
small towns, and a whole lot of sweet tea. But before they can forge a
future—they have to let go of the past.
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This is such a fun, sweet
series with so much feels. I love how Tara lain works the title into the story
and being from the south near Arkansas I really related to Harper and I loved
Remy and his family, especially his mother as well.
If you like sweet
contemporary romance, southern roots, southern hospitality, billionaires,
office romance and sweet tea you will love this story… and no you don’t have to
read this series in order at all each stand alone but the others are so good I
suggest you read them too!
Excerpt…
Chapter One
“MR. MERCED. Remy. Wake
up.”
Remy Merced blinked,
gasped, snapped his head up, and slammed into something hard that yelled.
“Ow.”
Remy clapped a hand
against his head and looked up sideways at Eartha, his administrative
assistant. Make that his long-suffering admin. She was rubbing her chin where
he’d obviously smacked her.
He grinned. When in doubt,
use the dimples. “I’m so sorry.”
She stepped back from his
desk. “This is where I left you last night at seven thirty. I’m making the
assumption that you haven’t moved.”
He ran a hand over his
stubbly chin, then wiped at his eyes. “I’m sure I moved in there somewhere.”
Although his bladder pretty much agreed with her evaluation. “What time’s my
first appointment?”
She placed some papers on
his desk. “Eight fifteen with the executive from Tesla.”
He stood. His back didn’t
like being slouched over a desk all night, but he tried to look normal so he
didn’t reinforce Eartha’s opinion of his idiocy. “I better get into the
bathroom and clean up.”
“I’ll get you something to
eat.”
He started toward his
executive washroom.
Eartha turned. “Remy, I
know your family’s famous for hard work, but aren’t there some benefits to
being rich? Bring in a damned couch. You’re so busy being egalitarian, you
forget you’re the boss. At least build a pillow into the edge of your desk.”
He snorted as she marched
out, but he looked around his office, a biggish room with a utilitarian desk, a
conference table, and a couple guest chairs surrounded by glass walls so he
didn’t seem to be cutting himself off from his employees. Funny how it never
seemed to be his office exactly. Not a single picture, flower, or memento.
But then, this never quite
felt like his life.
Wiping sleep from his
eyes, he headed toward the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, he’d showered,
shaved, and changed his shirt. He slapped a little aftershave on his sensitive,
under-rested skin and sighed. He might be twenty-six, but he felt fifty-six and
was starting to look it. Deep shadows under the eyes and a worry crease between
his brows didn’t complement what the press called his boyish looks. These days
his blue-gray eyes looked purple from all the lack-of-sleep redness.
With a shrug, he slid his
coat back on and ran fingers through his damp waves, which he kept longer than
business protocol might dictate—mostly because he didn’t have time to get it
cut.
The upcoming meeting was
important since it might hold the key to their future transportation needs, but
then every meeting these days was critical to some decision or other. And every
decision might—or might not—save the corporate ass of Merced Enterprises.
He pushed open the door of
his office to a side view of long, curvy legs in black, high-heeled boots. Remy
grinned. “Hi, Mama.”
Anastasia Merced stood and
widened her arms. “Hi, darlin’.”
He hugged her and got a
kiss on the cheek. His mama was officially retired as the CEO of Merced
Enterprises, having left the running of the retail division to Remy’s brother,
John Jack, and the technology group, which Remy had founded four years before
when he was twenty-two, totally in his hands. She remained chairperson of the
board and all-around meddler. Of course, she was brilliant and inspired, so it
was tough to take offense.
A tray sat on his desk
with some soft-boiled eggs and toast, and the steaming cup of coffee drew him
like a lasso.
His mama waved toward it.
“Eat, eat.”
“Thanks, Mama. I’ve got a
meeting in half an hour.” He sat, picked up the cup, inhaled deeply, then set
it back down and poured in a stream of cream. By the time he was done, the cup
was full of a hot, white, viscous liquid.
“No responsible person
could still call that coffee, Remy.”
He took a sip and closed
his eyes. “I know, Mama. But it keeps me going.” He sighed contentedly, took
another sip, then set it down in favor of eating his eggs that Eartha had
flavored with VegiSal just to his taste. Between bites, he said, “To what do I
owe, etcetera?”
“First, remember you have
dinner with the family tonight.” She sighed. “Including Felicity.”
Damn.
His frown must have showed
because she said, “You’re the one who tells me Felicity is the girl for you,
not the other way around, darlin’.”
“I wouldn’t miss it,
Mama.” He took another bite.
She smiled. “That’s my
boy.”
“What’s second?”
“Excuse me?”
“You said first was coming
to dinner. What’s second?” He took another fortifying sip of white coffee.
“You know that assistant I
keep telling you that you require?”
He released a long,
exasperated breath. “Mama, I haven’t got time—”
She held up a hand. “I
know, I know. Too overworked to hire the assistant that might help you be less
overworked.”
“Exactly. Even
interviewing the candidates the agency sends over’s time consuming. I’ll do it
when things calm down.”
“When’s that?”
He ran a hand over his
face.
She said, “Don’t worry
about it, darlin’. I know you haven’t got time.”
He widened his eyes. Thank
God.
She beamed at him, her
bright lipstick showing a sharp contrast against her straight, white teeth—one
of the first things she’d bought, she liked to tell people, when she and Remy’s
dad started to make money. The few photos of Anastasia’s early life showed her
with crooked teeth, neglected due to poverty.
Anastasia said, “I know
you haven’t got time, so I hired him for you.”
Tara Lain believes in
happy ever afters—and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t
believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her stories, which star her
unique, charismatic heroes and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops,
werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers
say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately
live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California,
Tara, her soulmate honey, and her soulmate dog decided they wanted fewer cars
and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon, where Tara’s creating new
stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor
but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open
minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to
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