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Zane Cooper. Hollywood royalty. Fourth generation superstar. He knows what it is to be one of the biggest celebrities in the world. And how lonely that title truly is. When scandal hits, his career hangs in the balance, and Zane flees LA for Seattle, laying low with his newly married best friend. Things will eventually blow over, and heโ€™ll have his life back soon enough.

Aubrey Stansfield arrives in Seattle excited to start a new job, and eager to settle into her new home. But when she arrives at her rental, Aubreyโ€™s sure sheโ€™s imagining things because the uber sexy Zane Cooper is unpacking in her new bedroom. Thanks to a rental snafu, and unwilling to relocate on such short notice, Aubrey and Zane are thrust into being roommates.

Aubrey is about as average as a woman gets, so what could the megastar possibly see in her? She tells herself sheโ€™s not interested, despite their undeniable chemistry. But Zane is very persuasive, and soon Aubrey finds herself playing house with the most recognized man on the planet. Deep down, she knows itโ€™s all a fantasy. Heโ€™ll head back to his posh lifestyle soon and leave her behind. No way could she fall in love with him.

But love doesnโ€™t always follow the rulesโ€ฆ

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Excerpt: Change With Me
By Kristen Proby

Excerpt: Change With Me

Fromย New York Times bestselling author Kristen Proby comes an all new novella set in her beloved With Me In Seattle series! CHANGE WITH ME is out tomorrow, but you can get a sneak peek below!

โ€œWho are you?โ€

My heart jumps, and my stomach jolts as I spin and see a man walk out of the master bath. Heโ€™s tall. Heโ€™s frowning.

And he looks familiar.

โ€œThe question is, who are you?โ€ Why did I leave my purseโ€”and my maceโ€”in the kitchen?

โ€œYouโ€™re in my condo,โ€ he retorts.

โ€œNo, youโ€™re in my condo,โ€ I reply and cross my arms over my chest, trying to look mean. โ€œThis is two-oh-three A. Mine. If youโ€™re going to murder-death-kill me, Iโ€™m going to ask you to take today off and do it to someone else because Iโ€™ve had a long drive, and I need to get ready for my new job. Now, see yourself out.โ€

Is that me, sounding all calm and collected?

Iโ€™m never this calm. Or collected.

Seattle is clearly good for me.

โ€œI hate to burst your bubble,โ€ the stranger replies, โ€œbut Iโ€™m not leaving. I leased this place, and Iโ€™m moving in today.โ€

โ€œBut.โ€ I frown. โ€œI leased this place. And Iโ€™m moving in today.โ€

I stomp out of the bedroom and head straight for the kitchen, opening my bag to retrieve my phone.

I also set my mace on the counter, just in case.

โ€œI can show you the lease.โ€

โ€œSame,โ€ he replies. โ€œLandlord fucked up.โ€

I blink, open my mouth, then close it again.

โ€œWhatโ€™s in here?โ€ He opens my pink box and surveys the goods. โ€œThese cake donuts are my weakness.โ€

Before my eyes, he grabs one and takes a big bite.

โ€œSo now youโ€™re stealing my house and my food?โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t steal anything,โ€ he says with a full mouth. โ€œWell, except the donut.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re going to have to move,โ€ I inform him. โ€œI already paid for the first month and the security deposit.โ€

โ€œI paid six months in advance,โ€ he says, swallows, and then smiles. Suddenly, I know exactly where Iโ€™ve seen him before.

This is Zane Cooper. The actor. The celebrity.

He must see the recognition in my eyes because his go ice-cold.

โ€œI canโ€™t afford to find a new place,โ€ I inform him. โ€œIt took me a month to find this one. And itโ€™s perfect for me. Itโ€™s less than six blocks from the school Iโ€™ll be teaching at, so I can walk every day. And itโ€™s furnished. Plus, itโ€™s close to the water.โ€

โ€œDefinitely perfect,โ€ he agrees.

โ€œOh my God, why are you here?โ€ I demand and prop my hands on my hips. โ€œYouโ€™re a gazillionaire. You could literally go anywhere. Why do you want my condo?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m not a gazillionaire,โ€ he says and crosses his arms over his chest. โ€œIโ€™m more of a trazillionaire.โ€

โ€œPretty sure thatโ€™s the same thing. So, go build your own building and live in it.โ€

โ€œNah.โ€ He picks a piece of donut out of his teeth and shakes his head slowly. โ€œI donโ€™t think I will. Iโ€™ll stay here.โ€

I blink at him and start to feel helpless. My savings is in this place. I donโ€™t have enough left to rent anything else.

And I donโ€™t have time. I start work in just three days.

Part of me wants to cry, but Iโ€™ll be damned if I let this hoity-toity movie star see me upset.

So, I do the only thing I can think of.

I prop my fist on the opposite hand in a challenge of rock, paper, scissors.

โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ he asks, raising one sexy eyebrow.

โ€œThe adult thing,โ€ I reply primly. โ€œBest out of three wins?โ€

He blinks twice, looks from my hands to my face and back again, then shrugs one muscular shoulder and assumes the position.

โ€œFine,โ€ he says. โ€œIโ€™m going to winโ€”wait. Whatโ€™s your name?โ€

โ€œAubrey,โ€ I say and lick my lips. โ€œAubrey Stansfield. And youโ€™re Wyatt Earp.โ€

His lips twitch into a half-smile. โ€œI only played him on TV.โ€

I chuckle and say, โ€œReady?โ€

โ€œGo,โ€ he says, and we thump our fists three times.

I land on scissors.

He fists for rock.

Damn it.

โ€œLetโ€™s go again,โ€ Zane says.

One. Two. Three.

I land on paper.

He chooses rock again.

I grin, and his blue eyes smile back.

Thereโ€™s a reason Zane Cooper is the hottest sex symbol in the world. Good God, I might combust just from standing next to him.

All the more reason to get him out of my house.

โ€œLast one,โ€ I say. โ€œGo.โ€

One. Two. Three.

I land on paper again, assuming Zane only knows how to use rock.

But he forms scissors.

I breathe deeply and reach for my last damn donut.

โ€œThatโ€™s mine,โ€ he says, and I whirl on him.

โ€œThis is mine,โ€ I reply hotly. โ€œI stood in a bloody line in Portland for it, just this morning. I drove all the way here from Arizona. Iโ€™m tired. Iโ€™m a little scared. And now I have you in my house, and you wonโ€™t leave. Even better than that, you just stole it out from under me.โ€

โ€œI won it,โ€ he reminds me. โ€œFair and square. The donut, that is.โ€

I stop and frown at him. โ€œHuh?โ€

โ€œI won the donut. In the rock-paper-scissors game.โ€

โ€œI was playing for the condo, Wyatt.โ€

He barks out a laugh. โ€œNot me. I want that donut.โ€

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