CONFESSIONS OF A CANINE DRAMA QUEEN
““London delivers another sparkling, steamy romance that’ll have established readers and newcomers alike begging for another installment in this upbeat, well-plotted series.””
BOOK #3 IN THE paws in the city series
Can you ever really forget the one who got away?
August Merriweather has always been good with animals. In fact, she’s known as Manhattan’s Dog Whisperer. Men, on the other hand? Not so much. She’s been falling for the wrong guys ever since her regrettable crush on Keaton Sax, older brother of her best friend, Leah, and the biggest jerkface this side of the Hudson.
Now an emotionally closed-off widower, Keaton has become one of the most formidable men on Wall Street, but August knows his secret. He’s not driven by sales targets and bonus checks—Keaton just wants to give his family the security they never had. So when Leah asks Keaton to wrangle her over-the-top dramatic husky at a weekend talent competition, Keaton says yes…and begs August to help him win the event for Leah.
Between obstacle courses, Molly’s husky temper tantrums and a cabin with just one bed, August is having a blast. Away from the pressure to have a “perfect life” with the “right guy,” she finds herself relaxing and getting to see the softer side of the man she once loved. Is this just a temporary truce? Or could Keaton finally be the right guy at the right time?
“Their ensuing romance is just as adorable as the misbehaving canines who often steal the show. It’s a worthy series finale.””
CAN THIS BE READ AS A STANDALONE?
Yes.
Is this book available in languages other than english?
Not at this stage.
IS THIS BOOK AVAILABLE IN AUDIO?
Yes! You can find it at audiobooks.com
““Take one spoiled dachshund with a bad attitude, a down-on-her-luck social media guru, mix them together with the hot Hermit of 5th Avenue and you have one of the year’s most delightful rom-coms. Ms. London pens a sparkling confection of all the feels and I devoured it.” ”
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“So long as you don’t give me any books where the guy calls her ‘kitten.’ Ugh, what’s with these awful pet names? I can’t stand it.” Leah wrinkled her nose.
“Ha! Pet name, get it.” August made a boom tish motion with her hands and Leah shook her head.
“If Will called me kitten, I would lock him out of the house,” Leah said, referring to her new boyfriend. “A woman should not be named after an animal.”
“Frankly, a guy can call me whatever pet name he wants so long as he knows how take me to Pleasuretown and won’t bail as soon as it’s over,” August said, standing and reaching for the empty mugs sitting on the coffee table. “He can call me Puss in Boots for all I care.”
“Make sure you tell the matchmaker that,” Leah quipped. “Must be tall, dark and handsome…and knows the way to Pleasuretown.”
August chuckled to herself as she carried the empty cups into the kitchen. Despite feeling rattled by the whole “going viral” thing, coming here to hang out with her best friend had certainly helped take her emotions down a notch. It would be easy to whine and feel sorry for herself, but August preferred to take matters into her own hands.
Next week, she would meet with the matchmaker, lay all her desires on the table and give up swiping right for good.
“Puss in Boots, huh? I have to admit, I’ve never used that one before.”
The masculine voice made August jump and she almost lost the mugs in her hands. Whirling around in the kitchen, she saw Leah’s older brother, Keaton, leaning against the wall.
He was wearing black suit pants and a crisp white shirt that fitted to his shoulders and chest like a dream. A gleaming black and yellow tie hung around his neck, and a heavy silver watch adorned one wrist where his sleeves were rolled back. The understated yet undeniably tailored outfit screamed money. And not just money like her parents tried so hard to exude with their second-hand BMW and consignment designer goods and snooty attitudes, but fancy office on Wall Street money. First class tickets to anywhere in the world, money.
Do whatever it takes to win money.
“Why are you eavesdropping on girl talk, anyway?” she asked, pulling the dishwasher open and placing the mugs inside. “Hoping to find some tips?”
The truth of the matter was that Keaton Sax did not need tips about anything, especially not on how to attract a woman. With broad shoulders, hair the color of a perfect cup of espresso and vivid green eyes, the man was a certified lady magnet. This only served to make his perpetually single—and not looking to mingle—status all the more perplexing. Well, it was perplexing to some people, but August had known Keaton for years.
And she knew the real reason he was permanently off the market.
He smirked. “I’m not sure calling a woman Puss in Boots is much of a tip. Something tells me that might specifically be a you thing.”
““Heartwarming, charming, and adorably sexy, The Dachshund Wears Prada made my dog-loving heart smile.””
