The Mix-Up
by Melanie Munton
Series: Southern Hearts Club, #3
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Designer: L.J. Anderson at Mayhem Cover Creations
Release Date: April 6, 2021
She thought she accidentally slept with her boss…
Then she met his twin brother.
Real talk: I slept with my boss. Back before he even was my boss. Back when I had no clue who he was.
Real talk: My boss is an arrogant jerk. I hate him. If we didn’t work so well together, I would have told him exactly where he could shove his pompous attitude a long time ago.
Turns out…my boss has a twin. Identical twin.
Now I know why he’s always acted like our one night together never happened. Why he acted like he’d never met me before when I started working for him.
It wasn’t him that night. It was his brother.
A brother who’s just as gorgeous as my boss and a hell of a lot nicer.
Real talk: I’m kind of…bothered that it wasn’t my boss that night.
But that’s before certain revelations about that night come to light.
“Well, what do you know,” Myles mutters sardonically.
My head lifts. “What?”
He nods at something over my shoulder. “What a coincidence.”
I turn around in my seat and spot Ryder following the hostess to a table. But oh, he’s not alone. Escorting a tall, blonde woman with his hand on her lower back, they wind their way around tables and chairs while she shoots him flirtatious grins over her slim shoulder.
I recognize the slut.
Since when are we catty?
Okay, I don’t know where slut came from. She probably isn’t one. It was just some on-the-spot word association. I took one look at her, at Ryder’s hand on her back, at her curve-hugging Donna Karen dress, and shazam! Slut. First word that popped in there.
She is, however, a client. Owns a string of hair salons in the area and hired The Colson Group a few months ago to put together an ad campaign for her growing franchise.
Doesn’t get involved with anyone he works with, huh?
My Greek ass.
After pulling out her chair for her, Ryder takes his own seat across the table, which happens to face our direction. When he raises his head, his gaze immediately locks onto our table. As if he knew we were here the whole time and knew we were watching. He meets my stare head-on, his face stoic, his eyes challenging.
His eyebrow climbs up his forehead. As if to say you got a problem with something, duchess?
Ooooh, that motherfu—
“Okay, my turn,” Myles interrupts my homicidal thoughts.
I turn back to him apologetically, aware that steam is probably shooting out of my ears.
His expression is thoughtful. “What’s the deal with you and my brother?”
My head lifts. “What?”
He nods at something over my shoulder. “What a coincidence.”
I turn around in my seat and spot Ryder following the hostess to a table. But oh, he’s not alone. Escorting a tall, blonde woman with his hand on her lower back, they wind their way around tables and chairs while she shoots him flirtatious grins over her slim shoulder.
I recognize the slut.
Since when are we catty?
Okay, I don’t know where slut came from. She probably isn’t one. It was just some on-the-spot word association. I took one look at her, at Ryder’s hand on her back, at her curve-hugging Donna Karen dress, and shazam! Slut. First word that popped in there.
She is, however, a client. Owns a string of hair salons in the area and hired The Colson Group a few months ago to put together an ad campaign for her growing franchise.
Doesn’t get involved with anyone he works with, huh?
My Greek ass.
After pulling out her chair for her, Ryder takes his own seat across the table, which happens to face our direction. When he raises his head, his gaze immediately locks onto our table. As if he knew we were here the whole time and knew we were watching. He meets my stare head-on, his face stoic, his eyes challenging.
His eyebrow climbs up his forehead. As if to say you got a problem with something, duchess?
Ooooh, that motherfu—
“Okay, my turn,” Myles interrupts my homicidal thoughts.
I turn back to him apologetically, aware that steam is probably shooting out of my ears.
His expression is thoughtful. “What’s the deal with you and my brother?”
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Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love
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