©✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰
• standalone romance
• Book #2 in the Spark House Trilogy
Charming, hilarious, and emotional...Starry-Eyed Love is Helena Hunting at her very best!
Having just broken up with her boyfriend, London Spark is not in the mood to be hit on. Especially not when she’s out celebrating her single status with her sisters. So when a very attractive man pays for their drinks and then slips her his number, she passes it right back to him with a ‘thanks, but no thanks’. As the business administrator for their family’s event hotel, the Spark House, London has more important things to worry about, like bringing in new clientele.
As luck would have it, a multi-million-dollar company calls a few months later asking for a meeting to discuss a potential partnership, and London is eager to prove to her sisters, and herself, that she can land this deal. Just when she thinks she has nailed her presentation, the company’s CEO, Jackson Holt, walks in and inserts himself into the meeting. Not only that, but he also happens to be the same guy she turned down at the bar a few months ago.
As they begin to spend more time together, their working relationship blossoms into something more. It isn’t until their professional entanglements are finally over, that London and Jackson are finally ready to take the next step in their relationship. But between Jackson’s secretive past and London’s struggle with her sisters, London must question where she really stands - not just with Jackson, but with the Spark House, too.
London + Jackson
London is the second Spark sister to find her happily ever after.
LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN ... 😍
Adorable!
Such a cute romance!
I love the whole setting of this series. The family hotel - which they took over from their grandma.
And it's so cute how they try to not start anything as long as they're in business together.
My stomach does a flip-flop as our server moves on to
another table and the hot guy slides across the bench seat and rises. He’s
tall, must be over six feet, and lean. Broad shoulders that taper down to a
narrow waist. I glance at his feet and notice his scuffed running shoes.
He rolls his shoulders back and crosses over to our table.
He nods to my sisters, but doesn’t really look at them, his eyes on me. Now
that he’s right in front of me, I notice they’re a deep mossy-green color,
reminding me of a Colorado forest. “Hi.” A slow smile forms as his gaze moves
over my face.
I feel it like a gentle caress and heat travels through my
veins. It’s an unexpected reaction, so my own “hi” comes out rather breathily.
“Thank you for the drinks and the food. You really didn’t need to do that.”
His grin widens, showing off perfectly straight, white teeth.
“Well, I wanted to make a good impression, and have an excuse to come over and
talk to you.”
Harley squeezes my leg under the table. I don’t risk looking
at her because I’m sure she’s smiling like a loon.
“You certainly did that. Make a good impression, I mean.”
Why am I so awkward right now? And why does it feel like this man is sucking
all the oxygen out of the room and turning my brain cells into mush?
That gets me another smile. “I wanted to apologize if it
seemed like I was staring. I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable.”
I touch my fingers to my lips and resist the urge to play
with my hair, but just barely. Why does this man make me feel like a
starry-eyed high school girl? “You haven’t made me uncomfortable.”
“Good. That’s very good.” His tongue drags across his bottom
lip. “I just needed to tell you that from across the room, you were beyond
stunning, but up close.” He lets out a low whistle. “You are an absolute work
of art.”
I fight with my eyebrows not to rise. This guy has all the
lines. “Oh, really?” I lace my fingers together and set my chin on them. “The
kind of art you might hang in your living room?”
“Bedroom, actually.”
I laugh. I can’t decide if this guy is too smooth for his
own good. Or mine. I have to wonder how many times he’s dropped these lines on
other women and they’ve ended up in his bed as a result.
“That sound is music to my ears,” he says, his white-toothed
smile still in place. “I knew I’d be kicking myself if I didn’t come over here
and at least say hello.” He slides a small piece of paper across the table,
roughly the size of a business card. “I’m going to leave my number, and maybe
if you’re interested, I can take you out for a drink, or dinner, or a hot air
balloon ride.”
I can see exactly where this will go if I take that card
from him. And while getting into bed with a random, attractive man might be
fun, I know it’s not the right thing for me. Before I can really consider what
I’m doing, or fully absorb the last part, I put a hand out to stop him. “I’m
very flattered, but I have to be honest with you. I won’t call you. I have a
boyfriend.” The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Although, had it been three days
earlier, it would have been the truth.
Avery does some kind of cough-choke thing, and I kick her
under the table and get Harley on the back swing.
His smile falters for a moment, but he doesn’t break eye
contact. “That’s disappointing, but unsurprising. I didn’t see a ring, so I’d
hoped maybe luck was on my side.” He tips his head to the side. “Is it
serious?”
“Pardon me?”
“You and this boyfriend, are you two serious?”
This guy is unbelievable. “And if we are?”
“Hmm.” He withdraws his hand and slips the paper in his
pocket. “I’d hate for karma to pass judgment on me and get in the way of our
future together, so I’m just going to hope I run into you again when you’re
single. Have a lovely night, ladies.” He nods to my sisters and gives me one
final lingering glance before he winks. “Thank you for existing.”
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