The Plan by Ella James is coming
November 13th!
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Synopsis:
Youāve heard this story before. Woman feels her biological clock ticking and gets someone to knock her up.
Not for love, for baby.
Crazy, right?
Thatās what I thought.
Then I found out my fiancĆ© had a vasectomy. The life I thought I had? Nope. Suddenly Iām 33, and I donāt even have a kissing buddy.
When my momās health takes a turn and I wind up back in my hometown of Fate, Alabama, I tell myself to leave things up toā¦well, you know.
Then I see Gabriel McKellan. Heās Fateās most famous son, a bestselling author who is beautiful, complicated, and living just below me. In addition to his plus-sized brain, Gabeās well-endowed in other ways, and great in bed to boot. I would know. He's my ex husband.
When I suggest The Plan, I don't imagine that he'll take the bait. It's been ten years, and we don't work. But Fate has other plans for both of us.
EXCERPT
I climb inside the U-Haul and grab two small things first: my favorite Elvis lamp and a box of yarn and clay, easy pickings for my first trip up the stairs to my rented digs. Then I grab my purse off the truckās rear ledge, step down, andā
āOofh!ā
I blink at the wall Iāve just slammed into, and there he is. At first, I think Iām seeing things. I blink a few times, fast, to try to magic him away. Hallucination. Butā¦heās not.
His curly hair is wild and dark, just like it always was. His blue-gray eyesāmore blue, although he claims theyāre grayāare just as sharp as I recall. His face is still so striking: dark brows over a stern, strong nose, and high cheekbones. My gaze skates over his rich mouth, and I realize Iād forgotten how handsome he is.
Gabriel McKellan is famous at least in part because he looks like such a god. The familiarity of him hits me like a ball of ice right to the gut, but where heās different makes me warm. That stubble-beard, the way his jaw is sharper, shoulders thicker. My gaze skates down his white t-shirt, pasted over rigid abs. I note his forearmsāthicker, tannedābefore appraising jeans-clad thighs.
One flexes.
Shit.
My errant gaze jerks back up, where I find his features twisted in a scowl.
āWhat are you doing?ā he asks roughly.
I blink. āWhat?ā
Gabeās brows pinch together, and he glares behind me, at the truck. āWhat are you doing here, Marley?ā
I look around the quiet, leaf-strewn street, trying to explain not what Iām doing, but why Iām seeing him here. Nothing looks amiss, though. Nothing to suggest Iāve had a mental break.
āIām moving back to Fate. Today,ā I add, my voice a squeak above its normal octave.
Gabeās foot taps the curb between us. Even barefoot, heās a domineering prick. I inhale slowly, bringing my heart-rate down a notch, so I seem more gathered when I ask, āWhere are your shoes?ā
āWhy did you park here,ā he demands again.
āBecause Iām moving in?ā Itās not a question, but it sounds like one. I bug my eyes out in response to his mean stare. āWhat are you doing hereāand where are your shoes?ā
āMy shoes are inside.ā
I blink at the porch behind him. āInside where?ā
āInside the house behind me.ā
āWhat?ā
Gabeās head is still shaking, his jaw locked like an angry sentry.
āWhat the hell is this about?ā My heart begins to pound. āAre you my greeting party?ā
āIām your warning party,ā he says quietly.
āWarning me from what?ā
āI live here, Marley. On the bottom floor.ā
āButā¦youāreāā
āIām living here.ā His face hardens. āI think that means you need to close your truck and go.ā
Is he insane? My head spins. Gabe canāt beā¦ āYou canāt live here,ā I sputter. āYou live in New York!ā
For an instant, I feel sure this is a joke: a TV joke. Famous author/director shocks unknown ex-wife by popping up at her new place.
āIs there a hidden camera?ā I ask lamely.
āNo, Marley. Thereās not. Thereās just a houseāwith room for one.ā
āYeahā¦me.ā
His lush mouth tightens. āI donāt think so.ā
I laugh. āOhāyou watch.ā
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ella James is the USA Today and Amazon Top 10 bestselling author of more than twenty love stories. Sheās an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance.
Ella is an Alabama native who makes her home in Colorado with her husband, three young children, and hyperactive dog. When sheās not writing, she can be found hiking the foothills, taking nature photos for her Instagram account, or swilling vanilla cream soda.
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