THE DACHSHUND WEARS PRADA

““Funny and sweet, with great characters and a diva dog who completely stole my heart. I devoured this book in one sitting!””

— Jennifer Probst, NYT Bestselling author

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How do you start over when the biggest mistake of your life has more than one million views?

Forget diamonds—the internet is forever. Social media consultant Isla Thompson learned that lesson the hard way when she went viral for all the wrong reasons. A month later, Isla is still having nightmares about the moment she ruined a young starlet’s career and made herself the most unemployable influencer in Manhattan. But she doesn’t have the luxury of hiding until she’s no longer Instagram poison. Not when her fourteen-year-old sister, Dani, needs Isla to keep a roof over their heads. So, she takes the first job she can get: caring for Camilla, a glossy-maned, foul-tempered hellhound.

After a week of ferrying Camilla from playdates to pet psychics, Isla starts to suspect that the dachshund’s bark is worse than her bite—just like her owner, Theo Garrison. Isla has spent her career working to make people likable and here’s Theo—happy to hide behind his reputation as a brutish recluse. But Theo isn’t a brute—he’s sweet and funny, and Isla should not see him as anything but the man who signs her paychecks. Because loving Theo would mean retreating to his world of secluded luxury, and Isla needs to show Dani that no matter the risk, dreams are always worth chasing.

““This is the romcom Carrie Bradshaw would have written if she were a dog person, and I’m obsessed!””

— Teri Wilson, USA Today bestselling author of A Spot of Trouble

CAN THIS BE READ AS A STANDALONE?

Yes.

Is this book available in languages other than english?

Yes! The Dachshund Wears Prada will be available in German and Hungarian.

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.” ”

— Julia London, NYT bestselling author

Excerpt from THE DACHSHUND WEARS PRADA

Behind them came the annoyed cries of the media as they realized they weren’t going to get their scoop. Frank and Theo hurried to the waiting car and slipped inside as a few photographers made it through the hedge behind them. Flashes went off, but they peeled away, causing Theo to white-knuckle the door handle.

Usually, his drivers were under strict instruction to not go fast. But these weren’t usual circumstances. The car navigated the road out of Green-Wood’s main entrance and soon they were leaving Brooklyn in the rearview mirror as they crossed the bridge back into Manhattan. Mercifully, it seemed as though the press hadn’t kept up. Not that it stopped Theo looking over his shoulder.

He always looked over his shoulder.

“They only do this shit because you insist on being such a mystery,” Frank muttered. “The quieter you are, the more desperate they are to get information.”

“Let them be desperate. I’m not going to give them a damn thing.”

Frank let out a raspy laugh. He had a voice as rough as alligator skin. “You know, I read an article about you the other day.”

“Really?” Theo raised a brow. “Are they still rehashing the same old shit? Because I certainly haven’t given them anything new to talk about.”

“They called you the Hermit of Fifth Avenue.”

“It has quite a ring to it.” He glanced at Frank. “I also liked Most Mysterious Man in Manhattan. They’re turning me into an urban legend.”

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Never.” Theo watched Manhattan roll slowly past them. There were times when this place felt like a shoebox, which would sound ridiculous to any normal person. But there was something about the way the towers reached up to the sky that reminded Theo of bars on a cage. “I’m really going to miss her.”

“I know.” Frank laid a heavy hand on Theo’s shoulder. “Me too.”

The car continued to work its way through the city, and as the Upper East Side got closer, Theo leaned his head back against the headrest. The weight of the past few weeks crushed down on him and brought a sense of exhaustion and finality that penetrated his bones.

It was over now. His grandmother was really gone.

“It won’t take long to go through the final bits and pieces,” Frank promised, as if sensing Theo’s thoughts. “I found a few more old photos and some letters in a drawer. I thought you might want them.”

“Honestly, I’m beat. I’ll come by tomorrow after work to sort through the last of it.”

“Sure, but you still have to pick up the dog.”

Theo snapped his head toward the other man. Clearly his lack of sleep was getting to him even more than he realized. “The dog?”

“Yeah, the dog.” Frank looked at him like he’d sprouted a second head and started speaking Elvish. “Camilla? You know, little torpedo of fluff with the disposition of a belligerent drunk in a bar fight. Teeth as sharp as needles. Invisible horns and devil tail…any of this ringing a bell?”

“I’m familiar,” he said, shuddering. His grandmother’s dog was as notorious for her bad attitude as Theo was for his privacy. “But why do I need to pick her up?”

Frank was still giving him that look. The look that said he could see Theo’s lips moving but he didn’t understand a word coming out of his mouth.

“Because,” the older man said, stretching the word out like he was speaking to a small child. “You are now the proud owner of one pampered devil princess.”

“What?” Theo blinked and shook his head. “Since when?”

“Since you signed off on all the paperwork for the estate. Remember, the lawyers went through your grandmother’s will and all the donations she wanted to make and—”

“Yes, yes.” Theo waved a hand. “I remember that meeting. But I don’t remember anything about the dog.”

To be fair, he’d been in such a daze that day. His grandmother had updated her will right before she passed, since Theo was adamant that a good portion of her money go to the charities she supported. He was wealthy in his own right, these days, and he didn’t need more from her. But it had been hard to concentrate, the grief already freezing him before she died. It had been like trying to think through thick fog and all he really remembered was saying “yes, of course” over and over and over.

But adopting that tiny hellhound? Surely, he would have remembered that.

“It was under the list of heirloom possessions to remain in the family.” Frank scrubbed a hand along his jaw.

“Heirloom possessions?” Theo sucked in a quick breath through his teeth. “Are you fucking kidding me? Heirlooms are things like antique watches and family photo albums and embroidered goddamn table linens. Not pets.”

And definitely not this pet. Heirloom, his ass.

“She was on the list,” Frank said stubbornly. “Do you make a habit of signing things without reading the fine print? Your grandfather would have something to say about that.”

No, Theo never signed a thing without first using his eagle eye to parse through the terms. But these had been unusual circumstances—he’d wanted to give his grandmother everything before she left this earth. He’d wanted to make her as happy and comfortable and appreciated in her final days as possible. He wanted to be the perfect grandson one last time. But he damn well should have noticed if she was trying to foist that awful animal on him, even with the mental fog.

Yet she hadn’t said a word about it to Theo directly.

Which meant his sweet, yet cunning grandmother had purposefully hidden her pampered pooch in the fine print so Theo wouldn’t notice. Because as much as he wanted to make her happy, there’s no way he would have agreed to this. No way in hell.

Theo’s life ran like clockwork, because he stuck to a very strict set of rules: