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  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  Puppy Love

  ISBN # 978-1-78651-154-6

  ©Copyright Gloria Herrmann 2017

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright April 2017

  Edited by Jamie D. Rose

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

  Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Totally Bound Publishing. Unauthorized or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.

  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

  Published in 2017 by Totally Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, UK

  Totally Bound Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Simmering and a Sexometer of 1.

  Single in Seattle

  PUPPY LOVE

  Gloria Herrmann

  Book two in the Single in Seattle series

  Life—and love—is better with a bulldog…right?

  Everything is changing for Tiffany. Things used to be simple—Friendship Friday nights with her besties, Mackenzie and Molly, meeting up for late afternoon lattes and just enjoying the single life in Seattle. Now Molly is engaged. Can their friendship survive the change?

  Coffee is not just a drink, but a way of life for these three best friends, but Tiffany takes her love of coffee to a whole other level. Her job is assistant to an executive at Blue Moose Coffee Corporation, but it’s in jeopardy when Colin Murphy takes over the small company. This isn’t the first time Tiffany has met Colin. They’ve already kissed and possibly shared an incredible one-night stand. She’s still a little foggy about that, waking up in his luxurious hotel suite with no recollection of the night before. She has more questions than answers.

  Tiffany could easily fall in love with Colin, except now he’s her boss and that complicates things. And besides…if keeping her job means becoming a babysitter for an English Bulldog with a severe drooling problem, then Tiffany isn’t so sure she’s going to be employed much longer. She can handle every aspect of her job, no problem, but taking care of a stinky and stubborn dog isn’t in the job description.

  Things start to get interesting when she finds herself falling for Colin and his precious fur baby, but is it just puppy love?

  Dedication

  For Herbie aka Mr. Meaty, my snoring muse,

  who is such an adorable character all on his own.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Prince Charming: Disney Enterprises Inc.

  Starbucks: Starbucks Coffee Company Corporation

  Seattle Mariners: The Baseball Club of Seattle LLLP

  Space Needle: The Space Needle Corporation

  Louboutin: Louboutin, Christian, Individual

  The Beatles: Apple Corps Limited

  Murder She Wrote: Universal Television, Corymore Productions

  Bedknobs and Broomsticks: Walt Disney Productions

  Beauty and the Beast: Disney Enterprises Inc.

  Baywatch: GTG Entertainment, Pearson Television, The Baywatch Company, Tower 12 Productions, Tower 18 Productions

  Sea-Tac: Port of Seattle

  Prada: Prada S.A. Corporation

  The GAP: GAP (Apparel) LLC

  Jeep: FCA US LLC

  Captain Morgan: Diageo North America Inc.

  All You Need is Love: John Lennon, Paul McCartney

  Louis Vuitton: Louis Vuitton Malletier Corporation

  Alice in Wonderland: Lewis Carroll, Disney Enterprises Inc.

  Botox: Allergan Inc.

  What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas: Las Vegas Convention and Visitor’s Authority

  Armani: Giorgio Armani S.p.A.

  Manolo Blahnik: Blahnik, Manolo

  Chapter One

  “It’s just us now, old girl,” Tiffany said as she clinked a champagne flute against Mackenzie’s.

  “I’m not so sure about that. Jason’s been calling me a lot more,” Mackenzie teased.

  “Oh, please. That won’t ever work. He’s in Vegas and you’re here. It’s me and you, woman—single in Seattle.”

  Mackenzie laughed and they both sipped the glittery drink. Tiffany watched as the bubbles climbed the walls of the glass and released a heavy sigh.

  She was thrilled for Molly and happy to be getting drunk as they celebrated her friend’s engagement to Owen. But being on this large boat with so many people that she didn’t even know? Not so much. She couldn’t deny that the setting captured the purest element of romance quite beautifully. White lights were strung above them and the soft flickers from the candles in crystal vases were casting magical shadows everywhere. A canopy of stars seemed to be twinkling to the beat of the music and the brightest full moon was hovering just above the dark water. If this wasn’t the most Hollywood version of a happily ever after, she didn’t know what was.

  Am I a tad jealous? Absolutely. Where in the hell is my Prince Charming? Should I hang out at Pike Place and wait to get clobbered by a fish, too? Tiffany knew her perfect guy was out there somewhere, but she wanted her fairy tale now. Being surrounded by all this lovey-dovey nonsense made her itch for it that much more.

  She was a little dizzy and the constant rocking of the ship had made all the bubbly she’d chugged down slosh in her stomach. Maybe it was the rich crab cakes. Tiffany really shouldn’t have eaten so many. Molly had warned her not to. Food and drinking didn’t not go hand in hand when it came to Tiffany. It had to be one or the other. She held her stomach and prayed the queasiness would go away.

  Mackenzie stared at her with concern. “You gonna be sick?”

  Tiffany nodded, unable to speak. She put her hand over her mouth.

  Molly rushed over after having sensed trouble with her friend. She looked every bit like the bride she would soon be and was gorgeous tonight. Molly wore a long white dress that hugged her body perfectly. Her hair was pinned up with baby’s breath tucked in the nest of curls but there the smile she’d worn all night left her face now.

  “Tiff, are you are okay?”

  Mackenzie shook h
er head. “I think she’s going to be sick.”

  “Crab cakes? You ate them, didn’t you?” Molly frowned. They all knew where this was headed.

  Mackenzie laughed. “Of course she did. This is Tiffany we’re talking about.”

  Molly scolded her. “Knowing that you were going to be drinking, you should have known better than to eat so much, Tiffany. Like Vegas all over again is all I have to say.” Molly rolled her eyes as she started to lift Tiffany out of her seat.

  They walked her to the port side of the boat and Tiffany’s her stomach squeezed. Not good. The crab cakes made their appearance.

  When she was done, Molly handed her a napkin for her to wipe her mouth.

  “Thanks,” she said. Tiffany felt better now and accepted the bottle of water Mackenzie offered. “Did I ruin your party?”

  Molly shook her head. “You didn’t puke on me, so we’re good. If you’d done that, I would have had to kill you. This dress cost a fortune.” Molly ran her fingers through Tiffany’s wind-swept hair. “You look stunning tonight, Tiff.” Molly looked at Mackenzie. “You both do.”

  Tiffany blushed and Mackenzie looked equally flattered.

  Molly smiled and wetness filled her eyes as she pulled them in for a hug. “Thank you for being here, guys.”

  After they broke their embrace, Mackenzie turned her attention to Molly. “Okay, let’s cut to the chase, shall we? Who gets to be the maid of honor?” Mackenzie asked with a hand on her hip. She wore a pale blue dress, almost aquamarine, that complimented her tan. It was short, flirty and sexy, even by Tiffany’s standards. Her blonde hair was gathered in a small, low ponytail at her neck and long, silver earrings shimmered as she moved.

  Molly looked away. Even as dark as it was, Tiffany could still see the smile on her lips.

  “She’s going to pick me. I can just tell,” Tiffany squealed.

  “Why would she do that? You just puked at her party.” Mackenzie pushed Tiffany to the side and moved in front of her. “You do realize that she just threw up, right, Moll?”

  “But I always get sick when I drink too much,” Tiffany defended herself and tried to creep in closer to Molly. She swished some of the water in her mouth and spit it over the side.

  “Real lady-like, Tiff,” Mackenzie commented in disgust.

  “Mack, we all know that she gets sick anytime she drinks too much and eats things we tell her not to.” Molly shook her finger at Tiffany. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I want you both to be my maid of honor.” Molly grabbed each of their hands.

  “Wait, what? Both of us?” Mackenzie looked a little upset.

  Tiffany shouted, “I call dibs on doing the bachelorette party!”

  Mackenzie let out a huff as she threw her hands up in the air. “What the hell? You can’t just call dibs on something like that.”

  “You can have the bridal shower,” Tiffany offered. “Those are more uptight anyway. I’m just kidding, Mackenzie.”

  “You are impossible, you know that?” Mackenzie stomped away, leaving Tiffany and Molly behind.

  “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to piss her off. I can’t help it that I’m more fun,” Tiffany apologized.

  “You both are fun, and I love you, so work it out, girl,” Molly said as a laugh escaped her. “I suggest you go tell her you’re sorry.”

  “But we’re good, right?” Tiffany didn’t want to mess up what was supposed to be a perfect night for Molly.

  “We’re good. Trust me.” Molly hugged her again. She then headed in the direction of Owen, who smiled at his future wife and linked his arm through hers as they walked together to visit with more of their guests.

  Tiffany sighed. She wanted someone to look at her the way Owen looked at Molly. She exhaled again. Time to go grovel to Mackenzie. Tiffany clutched the bottled water and set off in hopes of finding her friend.

  Tiffany hadn’t paid attention to where she was going. She was still a little tipsy and didn’t quite have her sea legs when she felt arms suddenly holding her.

  Tiffany noticed the tailored suit first. It was her weakness. A man in a good suit was an enormous turn-on for her. Then she heard his voice. Words of concern slipped off his tongue in a sexy Irish brogue. Oh my. The words were like honey. The sweetness dripped from his mouth. She could listen to him recite the alphabet and probably have an orgasm. Maybe it was the champagne that clouded her reasoning or just being submerged in this romantic atmosphere for way too long. Either way, Tiffany was losing all self-control. It was too late to pull back now. Tiffany didn’t hesitate as she put her mouth on his. He pulled her tightly against him then released her. It struck her that that she’d just kissed a complete stranger. Tiffany should have been mortified, scurrying away and running off to go hide. Hell, even jumping overboard would be an acceptable option at that very moment.

  Why aren’t my feet moving?

  Because she was too busy leaning in for another kiss.

  Chapter Two

  “Ugh…my head,” Tiffany whined from the warmth of her bed. The softness of the blankets, the luxurious feel of the sheets against her skin and the firm pillows were more incredible that she’d ever recalled.

  Wait, this isn’t my bed.

  “Oh, you poor thing.”

  Tiffany’s ears perked up at the sound of the voice. I know it from somewhere, don’t I? Her brain was foggy and her stomach moved in uneasy waves. Fear prickled her skin. Tiffany wasn’t at home. Oh God, where in the hell am I?

  Tiffany tried to sit up in the bed and she took in an immaculate room. It looked like a hotel suite of some kind. Oh shit, what did I do? Don’t panic, Tiffany.

  “Would you care for some tea, lovely?” There stood a tall man with a lean but athletic build. He had dark, smoky eyes, a day’s growth of a beard on his strong jawline and his hair was wet from just having showered. She could smell the fresh scent of soap wafting from him and it delighted her senses. He was dressed in a crisp white dress shirt with charcoal-gray slacks that hugged his toned thighs perfectly.

  Tiffany’s mind raced as she tried to remember what sort of trouble she may have gotten herself into. Mackenzie and Molly, her two best friends in the world, must be sick with worry. Then her brain offered her a sneak peek at the evening before—lots of champagne, Molly’s engagement party, Mackenzie being royally pissed off at her then…damn. Her brain seized up, withholding any other precious information.

  “I’ll have you know last night was quite unexpected, love.”

  Could he quit talking until I figure some crap out? But that voice was so sexy and very Irish. It had Tiffany even more confused. Am I in Ireland? Oh dear, I’ve really done it this time.

  He pulled up a chair and seemed to be surveying her. “You have no recollection of last night, do you?”

  Tiffany shook her head and admitted, “No, I’m sorry. Where am I?”

  “Certainly not in your home or mine, as you can very well tell.” He winked and threw her off with by giving her a sly and sexy grin.

  “Yeah, I kinda gathered that much. Thanks. So, where then?” Tiffany was growing agitated, the queasy leftovers from drinking far too much were beginning to surface.

  “You look a little ill, dear. You should probably rest.” He frowned sympathetically. “Sadly, I have some business that I need to attend to, but you’re welcome to order something to eat and make yourself comfortable.” He rose from the chair and began to fuss with his cufflinks. He kissed her on her forehead and started to walk away. He paused briefly to grab a blazer that had been draped over the chair then he left without another word. The automatic lock echoed in the room. Time to think, Tiff.

  Tiffany officially had no clue what the hell had just happened, but she needed to get her butt out of there and quickly. Like a frantic tornado, Tiffany searched for all her belongings. Her shoes were proving to be a little difficult to find. She looked high and low and finally caught sight of them, tucked neatly next to the large armoire. This room was nice, way too nice. The pain in her
head and icky feeling in her tummy reminded her how champagne was not her friend. After finally locating everything she looked back at the room once more—the tangled mess of sheets, the empty bottle of even more champagne and no memory of even being in this room the night before.

  Oh Tiff, what have you done?

  * * * *

  “Where in God’s name are you right now?”

  Tiffany sighed. She’d known this was coming. “Mac, I’m almost home.”

  “You weren’t at your apartment, so where in the heck were you?”

  “When did you drive by?” Tiffany asked. Maybe she could sort of fib her way out this, otherwise Tiffany would never hear the end of it from her overprotective and mother-hen bestie.

  “That is not the point. I expected you to be home, especially after how much you drank last night. Do you realize how worried I was?”

  “I’m sorry.” Tiffany looked out of the window of the cab that was turning onto her street. The sun was bright and her large sunglasses were doing very little to shield the magnificent rays from burning holes into her hungover eyes.

  “Today is about Molly,” Mackenzie stated firmly.

  Guilt crept inside Tiffany. Of course she knew that going shopping for the perfect dress was important to Molly, even more so because the girl she’d known since high school hated shopping with a passion. It took a lot of convincing just to get Molly to agree to go looking for a dress.

  “I’m quite aware that it is. Sorry I wasn’t here waiting for you,” Tiffany spat, as the mustard yellow cab dropped Tiffany off in front of her apartment in a trendy area of Seattle. Well, it hadn’t been so trendy a while back, but it was now becoming filled with hipsters and chic little businesses. Plus, it was home to the Fremont Troll, a giant concrete-sculpted creature under one of the bridges in her neighborhood. It had become a huge tourist attraction, a novelty that had people wondering what kind of weirdos lived in Seattle. And everyone thought Portland was weird.