A Reclusive Heart: A Contemporary Romance Sneak Peek

Read The First Two Chapters Below

Chapter 1

“On behalf of Rerum Publishing House,” Rick said as he raised his glass of champagne, “I would like to congratulate our guests of honor on their five-year anniversary!”

A loud round of applause broke out among the party guests as the happy couple smiled dreamily at each other while Nick stood there, somehow managing to force a smile. With a grin, Rick held up his hand, motioning for the crowd to settle down. “We are also here to celebrate a momentous occasion for Rerum Publishing House and for Dana Pierce. As of this month, all six books of her Christian and Bailey series novels have sold over a hundred million copies worldwide.”

Nick watched as the luckiest bastard, as far as he was concerned, pulled a very surprised Dana into his arms and slowly spun her around while he gave her one of those achingly sweet kisses that had all the women around them sighing dreamily. 

It just made him sigh.

He loved his friends. He really did. They were great, down-to-earth people with hearts of gold, and had four of the greatest kids he’d ever met, but sometimes it was a little much for him to handle. Most of the time, it didn’t faze him, but other times like this, when their love was practically a living thing reaching out to bitch-slap everyone in the room, it was difficult to handle.

It made every single woman around them get that hopeful look in her eyes just before they turned calculating. Then, right before his eyes, once levelheaded women turned into vultures, setting their sights on all the single men around them. Hell, five women were giving him that look right now, probably trying to determine what kind of husband and father he would be. Would he worship her? Be there for her? Be faithful? Take out the trash? The answer was very simple.

God fucking, no.

Marriage wasn’t for him and every woman out there should be thankful that he was determined to stay clear of the altar. Put simply, he was not the marrying type. Never had been and never would be. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in marriage. He did, for the right people, that is, and the right people definitely did not include him. 

He was a thirty-two-year-old man who’d never had a girlfriend and didn’t want one. That was too much commitment and way too much fucking drama for him. He didn’t want to be responsible for someone else’s happiness or be held accountable for remembering shit like birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, or not to fuck her best friend when he was bored. No, that was just way too much to expect of him.

He was the man that you went to for fun and always had been. As a kid, he’d been responsible for giving more than half the girls in his class their first kiss. He loved women and they loved him. As long as they remembered that there would never be anything more between them than sex, then all was right in his world. 

For those who thought they could change him…

Well, they got what they deserved. He never lied or pretended to be something that he wasn’t. He made damn sure of that. Any woman he took into his bed knew that he was an asshole and that she better not get her hopes up where he was concerned. It just wasn’t worth it.

He wasn’t worth it.

“Congratulations to Edward and Dana Pierce!” Rick said, leading the room in another toast.

Nick held up his glass of scotch in their direction. Dana deserved this more than anyone. Seven years ago, she’d walked into their offices a broken-down woman trying to keep it together for her two kids. Where most women would have been bitter in her situation, Dana had thrived. She’d pulled her life together and shared her heart with the world. Then, Edward stepped into her life and showed her what love really meant.

Where the hell was this romantic shit coming from? God, he needed another drink and possibly a woman to lose himself in for the night. He glanced around at the marriage-minded vultures and scratched the last part. He just needed a drink.

Nick made his way through the crowd of well-wishers to the bar, where he had to wait for twenty women to finish flirting with the bartenders and place their orders. Christ, couldn’t Rick have hired a few female bartenders? If he had, Nick would already have a drink by now.

“So, what do you think?” Rick asked, leaning back against the bar.

Nick sighed, giving up any hope of getting another drink. “I think I should hire the staff for the next event.”

Rick chuckled. “I think you’re still banned from that job after the Christmas party.”

“That party was memorable,” Nick drawled, making Rick’s lips twitch with amusement.

“Hiring strippers to function as staff was definitely one for the books,” Rick said dryly.

“No one complained,” Nick said, shrugging it off.

Rick threw him a disbelieving look. “Every single woman complained. Many of them demanded your head on a platter.”

Nick waved it off as he tried once again to get bartender’s attention only to be ignored. 

Fuck. 

“The service that night was great.”

“Yeah, it was. With every drink, the guests were offered a lap dance for half the price and a few were offered a Happy Ending.”

“That’s good service, nothing like the sausage fest you’ve got going on tonight,” Nick drawled.

Rick looked at the long line of men being ignored and sighed heavily. “Guess I’m going to have to do something about that.”

“It’s your party. Go nuts. I’m going home to my liquor cabinet and bed,” Nick said, sighing heavily as he pushed away from the bar.

“Going home alone?” Rick asked, sounding surprised.

“All these women are looking for Mr. Right,” Nick said with a bored sigh.

Rick looked thoughtful for a moment. “You never know, that could be you.”

Nick shot him a wink. “I don’t have any plans to change my name from Mr. Wrong anytime soon.”

“Don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t puke,” Jamie chanted, pressing her forehead against the faux leather cover encasing her steering wheel. 

Chapter 2

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Everything was fine. This was just a job, a new job, the start of her new life, but nothing to worry about. It was just a new stage in her life because of-

Her stomach turned just thinking about her ex-almost-boyfriend. Make that her new brother-in-law, thanks to her sister Caitlyn. That fun surprise was the reason why she was here. She needed this desperately. 

This was going to be the start of the new Jamie. 

Not that she hated herself. She didn’t. She just wasn’t particularly in love with herself. She was boring, shy, and plain. On top of that, she was pretty darn sure that she was the world’s biggest pushover. Everyone knew that she didn’t have a backbone and had no problem taking advantage of that little fault. 

But no more.

That was the old Jamie. The new Jamie was going to start saying no. She was going to take charge of her life. It was the reason why she’d sold her internet publishing company and took this job. She wanted, no, needed to get out into the world and this was the perfect opportunity to do just that. This job would force her out of her shell and into the world that, up to this point, she’d been avoiding like the plague.

“I’m good,” Jamie mumbled to herself, not really sounding all that confident, but it was a start. She pushed her glasses back up her nose as she did her best not to vomit.

Taking one last fortifying breath, Jamie grabbed her oversized purse, which looked more like a bag, and reached for the door handle. After catching the small heel of her shoe on the floor mat and fighting her way to freedom, she was finally able to open her car door and climb out. 

Satisfied that she hadn’t vomited or passed out, Jamie closed her car door behind her, hit the alarm, and took a step forward only to come to a halt and stumble back against her car. 

“What the…” 

She turned around and couldn’t help but sigh. Of course, this would happen. She’d somehow managed to shut the car door on her bag. Her cheeks burned as the sound of laughter reached her ears. She didn’t need to look back to know that they were laughing at her. 

Keeping her face averted so that no one would be able to identify her later and point and laugh at her as they reminisced about this soul-crushing moment, Jamie disarmed the car alarm and removed her bag. This time, when she closed the car door, she made sure to remain a safe distance away.

Clutching the shoulder strap tightly in her hands, Jamie headed for the front entrance of Rerum Publishing House, praying that nothing else went wrong. She kept her breathing even as she walked up the sidewalk, stepped into the main lobby, and headed towards the elevator. When she stepped inside, she pressed the button for the fifth floor and slowly exhaled, ignoring the curious looks thrown her way as she focused on not passing out.

She ran her sweaty palms down the front of her charcoal gray wool skirt and frowned even as she inwardly groaned. Why hadn’t she taken the time to try on her clothes yesterday before she bought them? Oh, that’s right, because Caitlyn and her trio of bullies came into the store, forcing Jamie to grab the first suit off the rack that looked like it would fit, pay, and get the heck out of there before they spotted her. 

It was either that or endure the pitying looks, catty comments, and Caitlyn reminiscing about how Jamie could never keep any man’s attention once they met her. So yeah, she ran for it and apparently bought a suit that was at least four sizes too big for her.

The elevator dinged and people looked at her expectantly. It took a moment before Jamie realized that they’d reached the fifth floor. With a murmured apology, she hefted her bag, er purse, and stepped out of the elevator and into an introvert’s nightmare. 

“Excuse me,” a woman in a much better suit than hers said in a crisp tone as she rushed past Jamie.

With another murmured apology, Jamie pressed herself back against the wall and watched the chaos for several minutes before the panic that she’d been fighting since she’d signed the contract finally hit. 

Oh, God, she couldn’t do this.

Swallowing hard, Jamie quickly stumbled back to the elevator and hit the call button, and then pressed it again and again. Where the heck was it? She pushed her glasses back up her nose to get a better look at the elevator lights. It was on the ninth floor and she didn’t have time to wait.

Clutching her bag tightly against her chest, Jamie averted her gaze as she turned around and followed the exit signs to the stairwell. Halfway there, she spotted signs for the women’s restroom. After taking a quick glance up to confirm its location, Jamie took another deep breath and scurried through the swarm of people. She didn’t release that breath until she was in the bathroom and safely locked away in the last stall.

After placing five paper barriers on the toilet, Jamie carefully sat down, dropped her bag between her feet, and cradled her head in her hands. This had been a huge mistake. She should have kept her company and just resigned herself to being the strange woman with twenty cats that all the kids would point and laugh at in twenty years. The fact that she didn’t like cats shouldn’t factor into her decision. 

Releasing a shaky breath, Jamie decided that she just needed to come up with a plan to get herself out of there before it was too late. She would eventually have to leave the safety of the bathroom and use the stairwell to make her escape. Then, she’d go home and pack up her small apartment and find someplace where she could blend in and allowed cats. Maybe she’d use her new fortune to buy a house somewhere where she wouldn’t be expected to interact with anyone. Wait, a house was too big for just one person. Unless, of course, cats required their own rooms, then she’d be all set. After that, she’d start up another internet publishing company and everything would be fine.

The only glitch in her plan, as far as she could tell, was that issue of the signed contract stating that she wasn’t allowed to start another internet publishing company and a few other factors that forced her to take this job. She needed an antacid, Jamie decided as she looked down at her oversized purse and frowned. She didn’t have antacids. Although, there was a good possibility that she had a half-roll of spearmint Lifesavers and a few root beer barrels somewhere in her bag. 

Deciding that a root beer barrel sounded great at the moment, Jamie picked up her bag only to release a heartfelt sigh when her bag tipped upside down, which normally wouldn’t have been a problem, except that at some point, her bag had opened on its own. The soft whir of the air conditioning unit was momentarily drowned out by the sounds of everything in her purse hitting the tiled floor.

“Why me?” Jamie mumbled pathetically as she grabbed her purse and started to shove everything back inside. Things started to look up when she spotted a twenty-dollar bill that she’d forgotten about and her favorite pen that she thought she’d lost. Well, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all, Jamie thought as she kneeled down on the cold floor so that she could reach the items that had escaped the confines of the stall. 

After a minute, it became obvious that she wouldn’t be able to reach them. Sighing heavily, Jamie opened the stall door and crawled out, picking up items as she went. Two tampons and a quarter later, she found herself frowning down at a pair of large black leather shoes. 

Her first thought was one of sympathy for whatever woman had feet that large. That feeling slowly disappeared as her eyes traveled up a pair of men’s black slacks to a very masculine jacket, shirt, and tie that, in her opinion, looked really good on the obviously fit torso. Slowly, ever so slowly, Jamie looked all the way up and gulped when she took in amused green eyes and perfectly combed, short, honey-blond hair.

Why did it have to be him? Jamie thought, biting back a pathetic groan as she watched his eyes light up with amusement as he held out a tampon to her. Not just any tampon, but a purple tampon with the words “Ultra Heavy” written in clear bold letters.

“I believe this is yours, Miss Harris,” Nick Quinn said, sounding amused.

Jamie grabbed the tampon and shoved it back into her bag as she quickly got to her feet all while avoiding his gaze. When he tried to help her up, she took a step back.

“This isn’t the women’s room, is it?” Jamie asked, knowing that someone up there hated her.

“No, it’s not,” that smooth, deep voice that wreaked havoc on her heart said.

She nodded. “Of course, it’s not,” Jamie muttered to herself because really, it was to be expected.

Still avoiding his gaze, Jamie said, “Well, ah,” she cleared her throat, “it’s ah, very nice. Spacious, clean, and all that.”

He chuckled.

Darn it!

“I’ll, ah, I’ll just go see what my desk looks like now. It was nice to see you again, Mr. Quinn.”

“Oh, the pleasure was all mine,” he drawled.

With another nod, Jamie quickly turned to leave only to have her escape halted by the man that was slowly destroying her will to live.

“Miss Harris?”

She froze mere inches from freedom. “Yes?” she mumbled weakly.

“You have something on the back of your skirt.”

Of course she did. 

“Thank you,” Jamie said, trying to decide whether she should duck back into one of the stalls or risk further embarrassment by looking for the women’s room to remove whatever it was when Mr. Quinn took the decision out of her hands.

She heard the telltale sound of crinkling paper and groaned. Heat rushed up her neck, leaving her to wonder if it was possible to die from embarrassment.

“Got it,” he said, chuckling.

“Thank you,” Jamie mumbled as she quickly made her escape, unable to help but wonder what else could go wrong today.

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