30 Days.
7 Rules.
1 Undeniable Attraction.
Murphy’s Laws
by Terry Newman
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Thirty days. Seven rules. One undeniable attraction.
After her fiancé skips out on her wedding, Murphy Clarke buries herself in her
life-coaching career and develops seven rules to protect her heart. Number one?
Never take vacations.
Oops. We find her on a month-long vacation in North Carolina, where she’s
alarmed by the sparks flying between her and an arrogant yoga instructor. She’s
confident, though, that she’ll be able to keep her other six rules... until she
isn’t so sure. Of anything.
Noah Andrews’s name was once synonymous with the San Francisco tech industry,
but his heart broke - both physically and emotionally. After a heart attack
sidelined his career, his long-time girlfriend dumped him. Why is he now so
attracted to this woman who seems to embody the life he left behind?
Witty and full of heart, MURPHY'S LAWS is a story of second chances, small-town
charm, and the beautiful chaos that comes when you stop following your own
rules... and start following love instead.
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The bell rang again.
“Okay, I’m coming.” TC strode to the door and eyed the
security camera.
“It’s Noah. And he’s drenched.”
Murphy’s heart pounded. Had he not been able to get into his
house? Had he been standing out there all this time?
TC opened the door. “Noah, what in blue blazes are you doing
out in this weather? Get in here.”
Noah stepped in and shook his body, not unlike a golden
retriever.
“Did Murphy make it home safely?”
“Yes, she’s right there.” TC pointed to the sofa. Murphy had
already stood and padded over.
“Were you not able to get in your house? I’m sorry I didn’t
stay to—”
“No, I got in. I’ve been in. It’s just I wanted to ask you
something…I’ve been thinking about you since you dropped me off and…”
“Excuse me,” TC whispered. She pivoted, made a hand motion
to Eli and they both scampered away. Perhaps to one of the bedrooms. Why?
“Murphy, I was wondering if…well, would you like to go out
to dinner with me?”
“You came out in this storm just to ask me to dinner?” She
did her very best to look him in the eye. But his T-shirt clung to his chest,
his very well-defined chest. Just like his dress shirt earlier. She bit her
lip.
Noah nodded. “I needed to ask you before it I lost my
nerve.”
What did he say? Lost his nerve?
“Well, I—”
“If you don’t want to, I understand. We’ve had our moments.
I mean I didn’t need to chastise you for molesting flowers. Because obviously,
you weren’t molesting flowers.”
“I remember that.” Murphy laughed. Should she tell him how
his gray eyes hypnotized her while she taught him how to play with the
snapdragons?
“And I interrupted your business call in your own backyard.
How rich of me.”
“I remember that, too.” She couldn’t help but smile. The
handsome man transformed into a shy teenager right before her very eyes. She
didn’t dare tell him how she gawked at his butt as he left the yard. Maybe save
it for the first date? Which looked as if it would be soon. Very soon.
“Well, the offer’s there. I should probably leave.”
Leave? “Without hearing my answer?”
“I thought I’d give you—”
“If you were going to say give me some time, I’ve had all
the time I needed.”
“You have?” His eyes narrowed.
“Noah Andrews, I’d love to go out with you.”
His dimples appeared. His cheeks turned red. “Really?”
She laughed. “Really. Just let me know when.”
“How about tomorrow? Seven o’clock? I can come over and pick
you up.”
Murphy’s face burned. Noah had actually asked her out. She
probably shouldn’t have worried if those zings of electricity worked both ways.
Apparently, they did.
“Perfect.” And it was. Everything about this man was
perfect.
“Great.” He ran a hand through his wet hair. “Thank you.
I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
“Yes, you will. But let me drive you home.”
“No. No reason for you to get all wet again. I’ll sprint
home.” He opened the door. The rain still pummeled the ground.
“If you’re sure?” Murphy’s brow furrowed.
“I’m sure.” He leaned in close, so very close. “I’ll see you
tomorrow,” he whispered as if their date was a secret shared just between the
two of them.
“Tomorrow,” she said breathlessly.
He nodded, and dashed down the walkway, his shorts clinging
to his distinctly well-formed butt.
What just happened? Noah had asked her out. And she had
accepted. In what universe was she living?
“Well, what did he want?” TC’s voice shook her out of her
reverie. She and Eli stood in the living room.
“Did he ask you out?” Eli asked. “And did you say yes?”
“Were you listening?” Murphy asked.
“I wanted to listen,” Eli whined, “but TC closed the bedroom
door. Something about giving you the privacy you deserve. Not sure what that
was all about.”
Murphy laughed. “I appreciated the privacy.” She sighed and
padded into the living room.
“Murphy!” TC and Eli said at the same time.
“What?” She sat in the recliner.
“What did Noah want? We’re waiting,” TC said.
“He did ask me out…to dinner…tomorrow…seven o’clock.” What
had she done?
“That’s great.” TC bounced on her toes. “Where are you
going?”
“Huh?”
“Where are you going to eat? Tomorrow? With Noah?” TC
laughed.
Apparently, her shock was palpable. “I don’t know. I forgot
to ask. I was so shocked he asked me.”
“He walked through a friggin’ tropical storm to ask you
out,” Eli squealed. “How romantic.”
He did, didn’t he? What did he say? I’ve been thinking
about you. So, when she wasn’t in his presence, she was in his thoughts?
Really?
Terry
Newman is an award-winning author who writes romantic comedy with a splash of
fantasy.
Fueled by
coffee, peanut butter, and popcorn, she writes stories set in fictional towns
in northeast Ohio. Terry loves to place her characters in improbably
situations, then allows them to take over…uhm…guide the story.
She lives
in a small apartment with overflowing bookshelves, her muse, Moose, and all her
characters, in North Lima, a real town in northeast Ohio. And, yes, it does get
crowded at times.
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