THE KISS LIST
by Sonya Weiss
Publication Date: February 10, 2020
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Bliss, Sweet Romance, Contemporary, Romance
Publication Date: February 10, 2020
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Bliss, Sweet Romance, Contemporary, Romance
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SYNOPSIS
All Haley Bowman has ever wanted was her One True Love. But now, with her cousin getting married and Haley back in her small town, the pressure is on. Good thing she’s got a foolproof Kiss List, full of potential OTLs. Her parents knew they were soul mates at their first kiss, so surely Haley will know the same. All she needs to do is…well, kiss each of these guys…
Enter Max Gallagher: bane of Haley’s existence, her nemesis since childhood, and, unfortunately, as a local, her way in with all the guys on the Kiss List. Max wants nothing to do with love and certainly nothing to do with Haley, but he can clear the way for her to get to know the guys on the list. Of course, he wants something in return: to be made a partner in Haley’s family’s business. One kiss for relinquishing her hold-out vote on Max.
But the more time Max and Haley spend together, the clearer it is that there’s a paper-thin line between love and hate. Max will have to decide between the job he’s always dreamed of or the girl of his dreams before his fate is sealed with someone else’s kiss.
Chapter One
The sports bar was dimly lit, crowded, and it was hard to
think—much less talk—over the din. Just the way Haley Bowman wanted it. She was
tired of the stares, tired of the humiliation she’d endured since her breakup
video had gone viral thanks to the celebrity news crew that had been stationed
outside the venue at the Hollywood premiere.
Haley wanted to try to forget it—at least for tonight—enjoy
the sports talk show, and hope, as the host had mentioned, that her beloved
Pittsburgh Steelers would make it to the playoffs. Some thickly bearded guy
swaddled in a puffy coat—you’d think it was the bitter cold of January instead
of early November—started heckling the television.
He held his beer aloft and slurred, “The Patriots are gonna
kick the Steelers to the curb. No doubt, no doubt.”
His arrogance reminded Haley of Max Gallagher, also a
die-hard Patriots fan and her nemesis starting the day she’d first set foot
inside the elementary school they’d both attended. The day before Valentine’s
Day, he’d tugged on her ponytail, and when she’d whipped around in her seat to
confront him, the momentum had spun her onto the floor. She’d skinned her knees
and cried, and the room had filled up with laughter.
When Valentine’s Day arrived and she’d given everyone in the
class a cute “Be My Valentine” card, she’d drawn him one on a torn, muddy piece
of paper and said she didn’t want him to be her valentine.
Later, they’d run against each other in student elections
(she won), were neck and neck for valedictorian (he snagged that one—probably
by cheating), and competed for the same summer job (neither one got it). He’d
always known what to say to push every single one of her buttons and always did
so with a smirk.
She moved past the drunk and suddenly bumped into him: the
very same bane of her existence. Her breath whooshed from her lungs as her
stomach drew into a knot. If Max’s looks mirrored his personality, he’d be a
slimy blobfish, but one of life’s many unfair deals was that Max was as hot
as—no, hotter than—ever. Though she hated admitting that to herself and would
die before admitting it to him.
His height forced her head back to look up at him. His brown
hair was still thick and long enough to touch the bottom of his shirt collar.
It looked as soft as it always had, even though there was nothing soft about
the man himself. He either weight trained regularly or worked hard, and the
muscles showing below his shirtsleeves attested to that.
They locked eyes, and his sometimes-blue, sometimes green
ones regarded her with the same horror that was no doubt showing on her face.
Of course, he’d probably heard she was back in town without knowing she’d made
herself scarce on purpose.
Since returning three weeks ago, she’d stayed home as much
as possible, trying to avoid people, hoping some of the video infamy would die
down. Of all the people to avoid, Max was number one. To this day they still
had an ongoing battle of one-upmanship, and she’d wanted some time to regroup
before the first run-in.
She searched his handsome face with the slight five o’clock
shadow and the strong jaw hidden beneath it and remembered the last words he’d
said to her: that she was making a mistake by leaving town. Smug Max, always
thinking he’s right.
The braggy drunk executed a goofy dance and lifted his beer
high over his head. “The Patriots are gonna pour out a beating as sure as
this.” He let out a whoop.
Haley watched, transfixed, as the man began to tip the mug.
Max grabbed her and swung her first one way, then another,
and she ended up directly under the shower of beer. The cold brew drenched her
hair, cascaded down her face, and soaked the sweater that had belonged to her
late mother. She stood dripping, her mouth open. Then she snapped her lips
together and glared at Max.
“You. Did. That. On. Purpose.”
He stared at her and then held his hands out like he was
warding off an evil spirit. “No,” he snort-chuckled, “I swear. I was trying to
get you out of the way. Someone bumped my
arm.”
“I don’t believe you.”
The drunk shoved the center of Haley’s back, and she lurched
forward. “Aww…honey, kiss and make up.”
“Hey!” Max scowled and started toward the guy, slipped on
the spilled beer, and his arms windmilled. He tried to grab for the bar,
grabbed Haley instead, and they went down in a tangle of limbs. She ended up
straddling Max, her hands splayed on his chest, while cell phones sprang to
life. The picture-snapping clicks rose to a crescendo. Several people recorded.
OMG. No! Not another video. “This is your fault, Max
Gallagher!” She tried to scramble up, and her foot—and all her weight—pressed
on a point high on his thigh. He sucked in a breath, let out a garbled word,
grabbed her foot, and Haley fell backward onto her butt.
The seconds that followed were a chaotic mess. Max writhed
on the floor, his face a mask of pain. Haley was lifted up by the bouncer, her
arms pulled behind her back, and she was hauled out of the bar. The next thing
she knew, she was at the police station and placed in the drunk tank with the
door slamming shut behind her.
Arrested on a drunk and disorderly when she hadn’t touched a
drop of alcohol. Charged with an assault she hadn’t committed. All because of
Max Gallagher.
ABOUT SONYA WEISS
Sonya Weiss is a freelance writer, ghostwriter and author. She’s addicted to great books, good movies, and Italian chocolates.
She’s passionate about causes that support abused animals and children. Her parents always supported her bringing stray animals home although the Great Dane rescue was a surprise.
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