Title: Wordless
Author: Sabrina Stark
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: November 23, 2019
Release Date: November 23, 2019
Blurb
Sparks fly between a
plucky intern and her billionaire boss in this new standalone from a USA TODAY
bestseller.
plucky intern and her billionaire boss in this new standalone from a USA TODAY
bestseller.
For someone so famous, he sure has a lot of secrets. He's Jack Ward, my
billionaire boss, at least for the summer while I support his national book
tour. But the funny thing is, the tour doesn't make much sense. The odd cities,
the late-night excursions, the secrets simmering between us – they're all
making me a little crazy, especially when he gives me one of those looks. You
know the kind.
He's up to
something. I just know it. And I'd love to find out what. There's just one tiny
problem. With his movie star looks and devious mind, he's distracting me to no
end. And just maybe, I'm distracting him, too.
something. I just know it. And I'd love to find out what. There's just one tiny
problem. With his movie star looks and devious mind, he's distracting me to no
end. And just maybe, I'm distracting him, too.
But the worst thing?
I'm pretty sure I like it.
I'm pretty sure I like it.
***Wordless is a
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fun, full-length standalone romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after!***
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Excerpt
Chapter
One
One
For someone
I'd known less than four hours, he sure was bossy.
I'd known less than four hours, he sure was bossy.
"Pack
your stuff," he said. "We're leaving."
your stuff," he said. "We're leaving."
I stared up
at him. "We?"
at him. "We?"
His hair
was thick and blond, and his eyes were so blue, they made the ocean look dingy
in comparison. "Well you're not going alone," he said.
was thick and blond, and his eyes were so blue, they made the ocean look dingy
in comparison. "Well you're not going alone," he said.
I struggled
for a reply and came up empty. Honestly, what was I supposed to say? The
guy in front of me wasn't just a new acquaintance. He was also Jack Ward
– my favorite author, a total hottie, and a billionaire several times over.
for a reply and came up empty. Honestly, what was I supposed to say? The
guy in front of me wasn't just a new acquaintance. He was also Jack Ward
– my favorite author, a total hottie, and a billionaire several times over.
Unfortunately,
he was also just a little bit scary. Ask my roommate. He'll tell you –
well, unless he's already escaped through his bedroom window, that is.
he was also just a little bit scary. Ask my roommate. He'll tell you –
well, unless he's already escaped through his bedroom window, that is.
I glanced
around the condo where I'd been living for the past two weeks. To say the
arrangement had gone to crap would be giving crap a bad name.
around the condo where I'd been living for the past two weeks. To say the
arrangement had gone to crap would be giving crap a bad name.
Turns out,
my roommate was a druggie and a dude. On top of that, he wasn't
terrific at keeping his horse in the barn, if you know what I mean.
my roommate was a druggie and a dude. On top of that, he wasn't
terrific at keeping his horse in the barn, if you know what I mean.
Until just
five days ago, I'd never even met the guy, much less realized that
"Nicky" wasn't short for Nicole, but rather Nicholas. But in my own
defense, the gal who'd rented me the place had neglected to mention this little
detail, along with a whole bunch of other stuff – on purpose, no doubt.
five days ago, I'd never even met the guy, much less realized that
"Nicky" wasn't short for Nicole, but rather Nicholas. But in my own
defense, the gal who'd rented me the place had neglected to mention this little
detail, along with a whole bunch of other stuff – on purpose, no doubt.
And me?
Like a total sucker, I'd actually trusted her.
Like a total sucker, I'd actually trusted her.
Now I
didn't know who to trust. I bit my lip. If only my sister were here.
didn't know who to trust. I bit my lip. If only my sister were here.
Jack's
voice interrupted my thoughts. "If you need boxes, let me know. I'll have
some delivered."
voice interrupted my thoughts. "If you need boxes, let me know. I'll have
some delivered."
I blinked.
It was nearly ten o'clock on a Sunday night. This was a small town. Nothing was
open. I shook my head. And was box delivery seriously a thing?
It was nearly ten o'clock on a Sunday night. This was a small town. Nothing was
open. I shook my head. And was box delivery seriously a thing?
Not in
my world, it wasn't.
Then again, I wasn't a billionaire. In fact, my bank balance was
dangerously close to zero.
my world, it wasn't.
Then again, I wasn't a billionaire. In fact, my bank balance was
dangerously close to zero.
I just had
to ask, "Who'd do that?"
to ask, "Who'd do that?"
"Do
what?" Jack said.
what?" Jack said.
"Deliver
boxes. I mean, nothing's open."
boxes. I mean, nothing's open."
He gave me
a look. "Do you need them or not?"
a look. "Do you need them or not?"
"No,"
I admitted.
I admitted.
"Good,"
he said. "Then get packing."
he said. "Then get packing."
I didn't
appreciate his tone. "Don't you think that's kind of bossy? I mean, I
never said for sure that I'm moving."
appreciate his tone. "Don't you think that's kind of bossy? I mean, I
never said for sure that I'm moving."
His jaw
tightened. "Well you're not staying here. I can tell you that."
tightened. "Well you're not staying here. I can tell you that."
Yup, he
was definitely bossy.
I wanted to argue. But I couldn’t. And why?
was definitely bossy.
I wanted to argue. But I couldn’t. And why?
It was
because he was right.
because he was right.
I couldn't
stay. Not anymore. But I'd known that already.
stay. Not anymore. But I'd known that already.
Stalling
for time, I glanced around the condo. The place was surprisingly nice. It had
come pre-furnished, too, which meant that nearly nothing was mine.
for time, I glanced around the condo. The place was surprisingly nice. It had
come pre-furnished, too, which meant that nearly nothing was mine.
Sure, I had
some clothes in the bedroom along with my notebook computer and a few
essentials. But the sad truth was, I could probably cram everything I owned
into my cheap compact car.
some clothes in the bedroom along with my notebook computer and a few
essentials. But the sad truth was, I could probably cram everything I owned
into my cheap compact car.
No boxes
needed.
needed.
Still, I shoved
a hand through my hair and tried to think. Leaving sounded easy enough, but
where would I go?
a hand through my hair and tried to think. Leaving sounded easy enough, but
where would I go?
A hotel?
As if I had
the money.
the money.
My
sister's place?
sister's place?
That would've
been the plan, if only she were in town.
been the plan, if only she were in town.
I was still
running through my options when Jack said, "Becka."
running through my options when Jack said, "Becka."
I jumped at
the sound of my name. "What?"
the sound of my name. "What?"
"You're
not packing."
not packing."
"I
know, because I'm thinking."
know, because I'm thinking."
"So do
both," he said.
both," he said.
I sighed.
On this, he was right, too. After all, it would take me at least a half-hour to
gather up my stuff. Surely by then, I'd know where I was going.
On this, he was right, too. After all, it would take me at least a half-hour to
gather up my stuff. Surely by then, I'd know where I was going.
But for
now, I was simply going crazy.
now, I was simply going crazy.
Some of
this was Jack's fault. Not only had he just assaulted my scuzz-bucket of a
roommate, he was distracting the heck out of me.
this was Jack's fault. Not only had he just assaulted my scuzz-bucket of a
roommate, he was distracting the heck out of me.
Some people
go for movie stars. Or rock stars. Or hell, even reality TV stars. But me? I'd
had my nose crammed in one book or another for as long as I could recall. Some
of those books were better than others.
go for movie stars. Or rock stars. Or hell, even reality TV stars. But me? I'd
had my nose crammed in one book or another for as long as I could recall. Some
of those books were better than others.
But seven
years ago at the ripe old age of seventeen, I'd fallen head-over-heels in love
– with his books, sprawling medieval tales that were beyond brutal, and
yet sometimes so beautiful they almost made me cry.
years ago at the ripe old age of seventeen, I'd fallen head-over-heels in love
– with his books, sprawling medieval tales that were beyond brutal, and
yet sometimes so beautiful they almost made me cry.
It was
totally insane. Jack was only a few years older than I was. In fact, he'd just
turned thirty-one last month. And how did I know this?
totally insane. Jack was only a few years older than I was. In fact, he'd just
turned thirty-one last month. And how did I know this?
I'd read it
on the internet, of course.
on the internet, of course.
Now, he was
glowering down at me like I was a bratty kid refusing to clean my room.
glowering down at me like I was a bratty kid refusing to clean my room.
I wasn't
bratty. I was just confused.
bratty. I was just confused.
Hell, I'd
been confused ever since showing up on my sister's doorstep four hours ago,
only to encounter someone who definitely didn't belong.
been confused ever since showing up on my sister's doorstep four hours ago,
only to encounter someone who definitely didn't belong.
And that
was putting it mildly.
was putting it mildly.
Author Bio
USA TODAY Bestselling Author Sabrina Stark writes fun
contemporary romances featuring plucky girls and the bad boys who capture their
hearts. She's worked as a fortune-teller, barista, science writer and alas,
jobs that required a hairnet. She has a journalism degree from Central Michigan
University and is married with one son and a bunch of very spoiled kittens. She
currently makes her home in Northern Alabama.
contemporary romances featuring plucky girls and the bad boys who capture their
hearts. She's worked as a fortune-teller, barista, science writer and alas,
jobs that required a hairnet. She has a journalism degree from Central Michigan
University and is married with one son and a bunch of very spoiled kittens. She
currently makes her home in Northern Alabama.
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