Sneak peek - weekend wife by Erin McCarthy

Weekend Wife, an all-new laugh-out-loud romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy, is coming February 3rd and we have the FIRST sneak peek! 

Billionaire businessman in need of a fake fiancé…

It should be the easiest job ever for an out-of-work actress, right? 

All I have to do is pose as Grant Caldwell (the Third)’s fiancé for a fancy-pants weekend in the Hamptons. Easy. Wear designer clothing and sip champagne? Don’t mind if I do. Flirting with Grant? It’s so delicious I should be paying him. 

Nothing can go wrong as long as if I can just keep my hands off of him.

But that’s the hard part. And I do mean hard. 

Because Grant is sexy.

And bossy.

And surprisingly sweet, a real rarity in his pretentious family. 

Oops. I’m not as good at faking it as I thought. Or maybe they call this method acting. Because it’s getting harder to figure out where my character ends and I begin…

It just might be the role of a lifetime. 

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Sneak Peek from Weekend Wife:

    I’m worried about you getting upstairs. What floor do you live on?”

   I bit my bottom lip. He was going to want to help me upstairs because he was surprisingly kind. And I was going to want to invite him in. Which would be bad. Because there was really only one thing I wanted from Grant Caldwell and it wasn’t the hundred bucks in my pocket that he refused to take back. 

   He wasn’t my type. I wasn’t his type. 

   Wealthy businessmen and admittedly bohemian actresses do not have relationships.

   But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have passion. 

   I kind of wanted to make out with Grant, old school, given how teen my crush was. 

   I should lie, say I lived on the first floor so he’d walk me to the front door and nothing more. I opened my mouth. My inner flirt won the fight as I told the truth.  

   “I live on the fifth floor.”

   “Is there an elevator?” 

  “No. It’s a lot of stairs. Like, a lot.” Subtle. Not.  

  “Then let me help you upstairs.”

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