Title:
You’re Still The One
Author:
Sasha Clinton
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
One love. One man. Two
chances.
Ashley has her life sorted out. After a painful
divorce, she has now rebuilt her life as an editor. She
is happy with her life—until her ex-husband Andrew walks into it, opening up
the deep scars that even time has failed to heal.
He’s gorgeous, funny and as utterly tempting as he was
seven years ago. Plus, being the editor for his new book, she cannot avoid
him. But Andrew has his own issues lingering from the past.
Bound together by work, every
breath they take draws them closer, into the same hopeless, passionate love
that they once shared...
AUTHOR BIO
Sasha
Clinton discovered romance novels at the age of thirteen and has been addicted
to the genre ever since. After getting a degree in Chemical Engineering and
realizing that there was no way she could ever be an engineer, she decided to
follow her passion and write romance novels. Sasha has lived in New Delhi,
Melbourne, Manchester and Boston and continues to move frequently. But wherever
she is, she’s hard at work on her next book.
LINKS
Amazon-
http://www.amazon.com/Youre-Still-One-Singles-Book-ebook/dp/B01AVVRT4M
Goodreads-
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28664555-you-re-still-the-one
Website-http://www.sashaclinton.com
Twitter-@SashaClinton
Book Excerpt
“You saw it?” Pink spots burst all over her
cheeks.
“Yeah. All of it.”
“Ah! Great!”
She stamped her broken high heels on the laminated wood and rolled her eyes.
“Who should catch me at my most embarrassing moment but you?”
“It could
have been much worse. Someone else could have seen it—someone who’s not seen
you naked before. Don't you think it’s lucky that it was me?” Andrew turned on
his smoldering gaze on her. She returned it with a glare.
“Please don't mention 'lucky' and 'you' in
the same sentence.”
“I see
you're in a bad mood.” He brushed away the strand of hair that had fallen out
of her ponytail. She passed him an annoyed glance, but he could see she was
affected by it from the way the blush intensified. “Don't worry. I'll buy you a
new one. What’s your size?”
“Thirty-four B.”
“Your skirt
size, Ashley, not your bra size,” he said. “Unless you want me to buy you a bra
too?”
She slapped her forehead, mortified by the
slip.
“Six. Size six.”
“Any color preference?”
“Black. Just hurry up.”
“I’ll be back in five.”
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