Love Profound (Cowboys & Angels 2)

“Amelia! What are you doing here? I didn’t think you were coming home until tomorrow.”

Without answering, I slipped the engagement ring on my finger off and threw it as hard as I could at him.

“Don’t even think of contacting me. If you do, I’ll tell me father what I walked in on.”

Spinning on my heel, I headed out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out of the house. Never once letting the burning tears fall.

The knock on the hotel door pulled me out of the memory. I made my way through the room and opened the door. A bellman stood there holding a dress bag.

“Delivery for Amelia Parker.”

“That’s me,” I said with a smile and took the bag and envelope from him. “One second.”

After giving him a tip, I laid the bag on the bed and pulled it up to reveal a beautiful, black and white cocktail dress. Opening the envelope, I found a note from Waylynn.

Smiling like a silly girl, I stripped out of my clothes and headed to the shower. Tonight I wasn’t going to think about old boyfriends and broken hearts. I was going to drink and have fun.

“Amelia, are you even listening to me?”

I glanced up and smiled at my agent, Allysa. We’d met up at Café Bene near Times Square to talk shop while I was in town. “Sorry, I’ve got a massive headache. Waylynn and I went out last night. I might’ve had a little too much to drink.”

Allysa smiled and nodded like she understood. I doubted that she did. She was thirty-three, married to a lawyer, and had two small kids. I bet she hadn’t been to a club in ten years.

“I was mentioning the plan for shopping that series you pitched.”

Nodding, I said, “Yes, I think that sounds perfect.”

She frowned slightly, before grinning. “You know, they’re recording your audiobook right down the road.”

My body perked. “No kidding? Would we be able to take a sneak peek while it’s happening?”

She pulled out her phone. “Let me see if I can make that happen.”

It didn’t take her long to complete the call and announce that we could go visit the studio. My heart started pounding as we quickly paid and hailed a cab.

Why am I so nervous?

Nervous as fuck was more like it.

Stepping into the room where one of my romance novels was being recorded for the audiobook version, the first thing I noticed was the drop-dead gorgeous guy in the booth who was bringing my words to life. His dark blond hair appeared disheveled, probably because he was one of those guys who had a habit of running his hands through it.

Well, hello there, James.

I had to wipe the drool from the sides of my mouth. James was the hero in my book, and this piece of hotness in front of the microphone fit my character’s description almost perfectly. Purely a coincidence, I was sure, but nonetheless, it made my insides melt a little.

I could hear him talking through the speaker, and my pulse raced, my stomach dipping. Jesus. The man had a voice that could talk the panties off any woman. My readers were going to love this audiobook. Hell, I was sucked in, and it was my own book.

“We’ll finish this chapter and then give you a chance to meet Liam,” my agent said.

I quickly thought of Liam Hemsworth. Yummy.

A few minutes later, Liam walked into the control room. I swallowed hard while I took him in.

Tall. Check.

Built like a Greek god. Check, check.

Handsome as all get out. Check-a-dee, check, check.

Liam extended his hand. “Amelia, so nice to meet you.”

Find your voice, for Christ’s sake, Amelia. “Liam, the pleasure is all mine. You’re Australian?”

He smiled, and I was pretty positive I heard angels singing. It should be illegal for a man to smile at a woman like that. “I am.”

I nodded. “How long have you lived in the US?”

“Four years now.”

I nodded again. All I seemed to be able to do was nod. This guy had my body aching to do some seriously naughty things.

“Well, thank you for bringing a voice to my James. From the sound of it, you’re doing a great job.”

Liam leaned in close and whispered, “He’s a bit of a dirty bloke, isn’t he?”

My cheeks heated instantly. “Yes. He is.”

Drawing back, he winked. “You’re from Texas?”

I nodded, trying to get his sexy voice out of my mind. “I am. Ever been there?”

He laughed. “No. I’d love to visit, though.”

I didn’t say anything to that…mostly because I was fighting the urge to tell him he could come home with me. But only after he makes me come.

After a few awkward moments of silence, I said, “You should visit some time.”

Wait, what? Why in the hell did I say that?

His megawatt smile nearly had me stumbling backwards. “I’d love to…Amelia.”