Spotlight on Miranda Liasson
On Sale: December 6, 2016
Featuring: Roman Spikonos; Arabella D’Angelo
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When it comes to her heart, Arabella D’Angelo has moved
on—even though she still lives in Mirror Lake, Connecticut,
a little tourist town with a long memory for mistakes. Ever
the dutiful daughter of a cantankerous widower who holds
grudges, Bella has spent the past twelve years raising her
younger brother and making a name for herself as a
successful psychologist. Now, when she isn’t counseling a
lonely-hearts club for senior women, she’s humoring her
matchmaking girlfriends. Bella resists the romancing of
their blind dates, yet her friends hope she’ll fall for a
local and scrap plans for a fresh start in Chicago.
Then, just before Bella’s thirtieth birthday, her first
love, Roman Spikonos, returns to Mirror Lake. When he moves
next door to her family’s garden-center business to run his
grandparents’ orchard, it stirs up gossip—and a tempest of
passions—just in time for pumpkin harvest. As Roman and
Bella once again get caught up in a swirl of desire and
heartache, not to mention her overprotective father’s fury,
Mirror Lake will soon find out whether the Italian hometown
beauty and her unforgettable Greek god can stand a second
Just then, Bella saw a man walking toward her from across
the square. She looked the other way, pretending to be
fascinated by a couple of little kids kicking up leaves.
Because she’d know that sweeping, confident gait, that
straight-as-a-cornstalk carriage, those big, strong
shoulders anywhere. And the way her limbs were going weak,
the way her heart had catapulted into her stomach like a
basketball and her breaths were coming raggedly, her body
knew it, too. All that told her that the man striding
quickly toward her was no surfer guy. It was Roman.
She glanced up to find him standing there, wearing jeans and
a black sweater. Looking like sin, as usual.
“Oh, it’s you,” she said, trying to sound disappointed, but
she couldn’t help smiling a little. “I’m expecting my big,
burly, blond Swedish date.” When she showed him the photo on
her phone, his response was an emphatic grunt.
He sat next to her on the bench, his leg grazing hers
unapologetically. He smelled like woodsy cologne and shaving
cream, and it was making her giddy. Like he’d just had a
shower and was going out for the night. Maybe he was. An
image of him on a date with some gorgeous woman floated
through her mind. Him laughing and sipping wine with someone
and caressing her hand across the table.
She pushed back that image. It made her uncomfortable. Sad.
It was only a matter of time before he met someone. He was
too good looking, too funny, too chivalrous. Too everything.
His leg touched hers again, but he didn’t say anything, like
excuse me or oops. It seemed . . . intentional. Yet he sat
there, focused on watching the sun sink over those gorgeous
trees, that New England autumn post-card view . . .
She couldn’t take it anymore. She moved away into her own
personal space. “Oh, for the love of God, what are you doing
He sat up a little straighter. Eyeballed her in a way that
confused her . . . he seemed hesitant, very unlike him, who
usually said what he meant and didn’t play games. Finally he
spoke. “Your date’s not showing tonight.”
“Oh.” Great. Apparently she was being stood up based on
appearance only, since Jess had told her she’d e-mailed her
date a photo. That was confidence inspiring. And worse was
that Roman knew she was being stood up. Not only knew but
came bearing the news. Wait a minute . . . She stopped in
the middle of gathering up her purse. “How do you know
He leaned forward on the bench, resting his elbows on his
legs, tapping his fingers together. “Trust me, he’s not your
“You interfered with my date? How could you? I thought we
talked about this.”
Roman sighed heavily. He turned toward her and spoke. “Your
date’s not showing because he doesn’t exist.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Or two. “Did you annihilate him?”
“No, I made him up. I gave Jess a stock photo to show you.”
“To play a joke on me?” Why would he do that? Her throat
felt lumpy. Through everything, she thought at least they
were friends. “That is the lowest—”
He grabbed her by the shoulders. “Bella,” he said and shook
her a little. “Look at me.”
She did, through narrowed eyes. When she saw his face, all
the fight whooshed right out of her, like a balloon let
loose before it’s tied. There was something different about
him tonight. A graveness. The way he looked at her was just
different, like he was not joking or being sarcastic. In
fact, he looked dead serious, those big brown eyes staring
right at her, those long, lovely lashes looking sinfully
angelic on such a gorgeous hunk of man.
“I did it because I want to be your date for tonight.” She
must have still looked confused, because he said, “I knew
you’d never agree to it the regular way.”
All Bella’s critical body parts were humming. She was filled
with elation, with hope. Maybe it was wine or desperation or
the upcoming birthday, she didn’t know. But she had the
distinct feeling she was about to do something reckless, and
She must’ve looked dumbstruck because he repeated, “I want
to take you on a date.”
“Take me on a date?” she echoed. A bright bulb, she was
“Yeah, you know”—he pointed back and forth between the two
of them—“go out together, you and me. Tonight.”
“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. Our history, you know.”
Their history was a mess, and they both knew it.
“Right, right,” he said, pretending to contemplate that.
But still what? “Why me?” she asked. It came out sounding
very quiet and clogged, because she was having difficulty
getting the words out.
“I think you know why.” His eyes dropped to her lips. Her
stomach dropped to her feet. Oh God.
Date him? That would be foolish. Do him? Even worse. To her
horror she realized she wanted to. A lot.
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Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about courageous but flawed characters who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a former Golden Heart winner who writes lighthearted contemporary romance for Montlake Publishing and also writes series romance for Entangled Publishing.
She lives in the Midwest with her husband, three kids, and Posey, a rescue cat with attitude.