by Jaime Clevenger and Aurora Rey
Sure, lesbians love to bring a U-Haul on the second date. But what happens when the U-Haul crashes?
For Amelia Stone, it’s a literal question as much as a figurative one. When plans to move in with her girlfriend go sideways, she’s left with more questions about their future than answers. It doesn’t help that she’s spending far more time with the paramedic who came to her rescue than the woman she’s supposed to be in love with.
When Finn Douglas responds to a routine traffic accident, the last thing she’s looking for is love. But something about Amelia pulls her in. The more time they spend together, the more it feels like Amelia might be The One. If only Amelia didn’t have her life all planned out with a woman who isn’t Finn.
A Mile High City Romance.
“Don’t miss A Convenient Arrangement in the Mile High Romance by Jaime and Aurora.”
FROM THE AUTHOR
"The story of Love, Accidentally came about kind of on accident. Aurora Rey and I weren’t planning on writing together. In fact, when we first tossed around the idea, we both had doubts about whether it would work at all. But I’m happy to say, it did work. And it was an absolute blast.
Aurora and I met at a GCLS conference. We chatted briefly about characters and chemistry—then became Facebook friends. It’s nice having writer friends because they completely understand when plot snags take over your life and also how you can fall for your own characters! Mostly we messaged each other about the books we were writing (on our own) but one time we got to joking about the perils of lesbian dating and the concept of a second-date U-Haul came up. One of us asked: What if the U-Haul crashed and instead of moving in with the new girlfriend, the unsuspecting lesbian finds herself falling for the paramedic who rescued her?
I can’t even remember now who posed the question but the plot took off from there. And then the characters we created turned into friends who needed us to write their story. We traded chapters over email, each picking up the story where the other had left off, and the U-Haul idea became Love, Accidentally. But we couldn’t stop there. We had another story idea waiting for us because our U-Haul characters had friends. So, the A Mile High City Romance series was born. We hope you enjoy Love, Accidentally as much as we enjoyed writing it."
—Jaime Clevenger and Aurora Rey
D. Booker - The writing is fantastic and I’m in awe of how seamless the writing is even when penned by two different authors. There is lots of steam, even more than the first book I think and the importance of being true and comfortable with yourself is a recurring theme which I really liked. Highly recommended 5 stars!
Carol C. - Even though this book is part of a series, I found that I can read it as a stand-alone, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It is a very light (not very much push/pull anxiety), fun read and I found the MC to be very believable. Also this is a dual author story and I loved that the writing style of both authors flowed wonderfully.
Amelia and Finn, which showed up just a bit in the first book of the series (but again can be a stand-alone), are the main characters in this storyline. The dialog is fun to read, and their humor had me chuckling throughout the story. This book is a great take on that joke, what do lesbians bring to their 2nd date....a U-Haul...smile. Also there is great chemistry between Amelia and Finn, some pretty hot scenes (that I am a sucker for).
All in all, a great read, I loved that these 2 authors are great at writing cohabitation, I look forward to this series continuing and possibly more series from these 2 authors together.
Laura G. - Love, Accidentally is a part of the Mile High City Romance series. A collaboration between Jamie Clevenger and Aurora Rey. The main characters in this one, Finn and Amelia are featured in a much lesser capacity in A Convenient Arrangement, which is the story of Jess and Cody. I really love these two characters. Finn is pretty much perfect. She's there for Amelia more than her girlfriend, even when they don't know each other. I hope we get more collaborations from Aurora Rey and Jamie Clevenger. The characters were charming, Nana was an absolute rock star and made me think of my own Gram, who always thought I could do no wrong, even when presented with evidence to the contrary. This is a light-hearted read that I highly recommend. It will bring a smile to your face.
Meike V. - Who doesn’t like a U-Haul joke! I really enjoyed reading this book. This is the second book in the “A Mile High City Romance” series, by Rey and Clevenger and once again they show how compatible their writing is. It is also great to see that this is not only a collaboration between writers, but also between publishers. This story runs in parallel with the first book A Convenient Arrangement. All in all, this is a happy feel-good book, which I easily recommend. I hope Clevenger and Rey will write a book together again in the future.
Betty H. - Love Accidentally (A Mile High City Romance #2) by Jaime Clevenger and Aurora Rey, is a wonderful romantic collaboration by two exceptional authors. This is the second book in the series, but unlike most, these stories do not have to be read in order. Both novels take place at the same time, just to two different couples who are connected through friendship. In each story, the “non-main couple” are secondary characters. I really like this concept.
The pace of this story is good, the characters are well-developed, and the sex scenes are steamy. This is a great, uplifting story to read, and I highly recommend it. In fact, read both novels in whatever order you want.
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Amelia Stone closed one eye and surveyed the contents of her U-Haul. Mismatched boxes, a few pieces of furniture, and more duffel bags of clothes than she cared to admit stared back at her. Something about being thirty-five years old and having the entirety of her life fit in a fifteen-foot moving truck was enough to make a girl feel bad about herself.
She straightened her ball cap, adjusted her ponytail, and shook off the malaise. Not anymore.
After a string of false starts and commitmentphobes, she’d finally found a woman who was smart and attractive and wanted the same things she did. Who loved her and couldn’t get enough of her. She wasn’t about to waste any time or take any chances. Not this time.
“Is that everything?” Nana appeared next to her in the driveway, giving her a start.
“I think so.” She’d loaded the meager contents of her apartment before driving over to her grandmother’s house for a few final boxes and the antique desk that had been living in Nana’s garage. Things that hadn’t fit in her share of the eleven hundred square feet she shared with two other people. Things she’d have room for now.
“Are you sure this is what you want to do? It all seems so fast.”
If part of her wanted to dismiss the question as outdated and old-fashioned, she knew better. One, Nana would put her in her place faster than Percy appeared any time a tuna can was opened. Two, it was fast. Even by lesbian standards, she and Veronica had made the decision to move in together pretty quick. Not third-date quick, but not too far from it. “I know what I want, and I’ve finally found someone who wants the same thing. And we’re not getting any younger.”
Nana sniffed. “You’ve never been on vacation together. You’ve never even had a fight. How can you know she’s the one for you?”
“I don’t yet. That’s the point.” She’d practically memorized the speech. “We’re not getting married. I’m moving in with her. We’re fast-tracking the compatibility test.”
“You only think it’s a bad idea because you don’t like her. But you barely know her.” She’d brought Veronica over exactly once. Nana had spent all day in the kitchen making ravioli from scratch only to have Veronica take one bite and launch into a tirade about how the camera adds ten pounds and women are held to a different standard than men. It might have been a point they could rally around, but Veronica had gotten a call about the chance to cover a fire at a shopping mall and taken off.
“You’re right. I don’t know her well enough to have an opinion and I’m pretty sure you don’t either. That’s my issue.”
They’d had this conversation a dozen times since Amelia announced her plan. It sucked, really, because Nana was both her best friend and a stand-in for her flashy, never-around mother. She’d hoped Nana would start to come around by now, but no such luck. “She’s really busy at work. You’ll have plenty of time to get to know her soon.”
“Tell me again why isn’t she here now, helping you? On what should be such an important day for you both?”
Amelia blew out a breath. Her feelings had been hurt when Veronica announced she needed to be out of town the day they’d picked—together—for Amelia to move. But the truck was scheduled and so were guys to help unload and carry her possessions up the impossibly narrow staircase to Veronica’s gorgeous loft apartment. “Mom got her an invite to this Women in Media event in New York. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime networking opportunity.”
Nana rolled her eyes. Whether it had to do with Veronica’s priorities or mention of her daughter, Amelia couldn’t tell.
The truth of the matter was that Veronica had said all the right things. She loved and appreciated how much Amelia supported her career. She couldn’t wait for Percy to explore the apartment and check out his new cat tree. She couldn’t wait to come home, knowing Amelia would be there waiting. “I’m supporting her. She’d do the same for me. It’s what we do for each other.”
Nana lifted both hands. “I’m not going to argue with you.”
What she meant was she wouldn’t argue right now. Nana wouldn’t hesitate to make her opinions known. Hopefully, things with Veronica would go well, so well that Nana’s opinions would change. And hopefully, that would happen very quickly.
“Good. Okay. I just need to get Percy in his carrier.” She’d brought him over that morning to save him from the stress of being locked in a bathroom while she loaded the truck, but the movers assured her they’d have everything unloaded in an hour.
“You could leave him here until tomorrow, you know.”
She could. She’d need to come back to pick up her car anyway. But she was a little freaked out by the prospect of spending the night in Veronica’s—wait, strike that—their apartment alone. Not that eleven pounds of orange fluff would do much in the way of protecting her from an intruder, but his presence made her feel better. “I want him to acclimate and settle in before Veronica gets home.”
Nana sighed. “All right.”
Amelia hefted herself onto the back bumper and grabbed the handle of the rolling door. She got it closed and latched, then followed Nana into the house. Inside, the aroma of chocolate and sugar and butter surrounded her. “Oh, my God. Did you make brownies?”
“I thought I’d bake them for the two of you. I was trying to be nice.” Her tone made it abundantly clear she considered it a herculean task. Not the baking, of course. Nana could bake circles around people half her age and twice her size. No, it was the being nice about Veronica part.
“She’ll be home Friday. I’ll share.” Even though Veronica shuddered at the thought of carbs. “Maybe.”
“Your brownies are amazing.” She wrapped her arm around Nana’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “And so are you.”
“Well, someone has to keep you in line.”
To a casual observer, having her eighty-six-year-old, four-foot-eleven grandmother say such a thing might come across as comical. But Amelia knew better than most that Nana meant every word. Edith Stone was a force to be reckoned with. And Amelia, despite her above-average intelligence and good intentions, didn’t have the best track record when it came to taking chances and going after what she wanted. But like she said, all that was about to change.
She left Nana to wrap up her famous sugar bombs while she hunted for Percy. It didn’t take long to find him. He was curled up on Nana’s bed, making himself right at home. She felt a little bad about coaxing him into the crate with treats and closing the door before he caught on. He was a cute cat, but not the brightest.
He let out a meow of protest. Amelia brought her nose to the door and peered in. “We’re heading to our new place, P. You’re going to love it.”
Back in the kitchen, she accepted the perfectly wrapped foil package and set Percy down long enough to give Nana a real hug. When Nana let go, she grasped Amelia’s arms firmly. “You text me when you get settled.”
She was driving all of twenty minutes away, but her heart softened at the tone. So much more maternal than her own mother had ever been. “I will. And I’ll see you tomorrow. And the day after that.”
Nana frowned. “Are you sure? I could take a taxi, you know.”
“No, you can’t. Because the doctor’s office won’t let you.” It was standard cataract surgery protocol and a far more effective argument than working the sentimental angle.
“I love you.”
Sniff. “I love you too.”
Amelia took Percy and her brownies out to the truck and realized then she’d checked off her last to-do item. All of her anxiety about logistics gave way to excitement. She was really doing this—really moving in with Veronica.
Percy let out a perturbed meow as she buckled his carrier into the passenger seat. “Not long, buddy. You’ll be in your new digs faster than you can say catnip.”
After a final wave to Nana, she climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine rumbled to life, making the whole truck vibrate. Percy was not amused. She attempted to inch the seat forward again, but again, it didn’t budge. Oh, well. She scooted herself forward instead and put the truck into drive.
This was her third time driving a U-Haul and by far the most exciting. She’d gone from college to a brief stint at Nana’s to the apartment she shared with two friends so they could all save for down payments on houses. The three-year plan had stretched to five and now they were going on twelve.
She couldn’t speak for Maya and Sneha but buying a house at thirty—alone—had felt like tempting the fates of spinsterhood. So, she kept renewing her lease, hoping Ms. Right would come into her life. She finally had, and Amelia couldn’t be happier. She and Veronica would live together for six months and, if all went well, they’d spend the spring planning a wedding, looking for a house, and researching potential sperm donors. Who said efficiency couldn’t be romantic?
Just like today. It was the end result, not the process, that mattered. Nana would come to see that eventually.
Amelia turned up the radio and drove west. Veronica’s place was across town in a converted warehouse. Right as she was congratulating herself on being sassy and independent, a dump truck pulled out in front of her. She slammed the brake, but nothing happened. Well, not nothing. The truck probably slowed a bit. But it was too little, too late to do much good.
She’d always thought it cliché when people said things happened in slow motion, but as the inevitability of crashing registered, the whole scene seemed to play out frame by frame in her mind. Each fraction of a second had its own accompanying thought. Would Percy’s seat belt hold? Good thing she’d sprung for the extra insurance at the truck rental place. Did U-Hauls have air bags? How bad was this going to hurt?
She even had time to close her eyes and brace herself.
The sound registered first. The grinding crunch of metal contorting in on itself and the pop of shattering glass. Smell came next. Not quite burning, it reminded her of a firecracker or a lit match. How strange.
Pain followed. A blow to her forehead, a wrenching in her leg. And then the darkness closed in and she felt nothing at all.
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