It was the perfect plan.
I needed a wife--temporarily--in order to inherit the family business.
And she needed a favor--the kind that takes nine months to deliver.
Call Me Crazy, an all-new steamy and heartfelt small-town romance from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow is available now!
We had it all worked out, from the no-touching policy on our wedding night (her rule) to the no-falling-in-love decree (mine). She’d marry me, I’d give her the means to have the baby she’d always wanted, and one year later we’d amicably part ways with no hassle, no demands, and certainly no regrets.
After all, Bianca DeRossi and I are experts at infuriating one another--we’ve been doing it since we were kids. Trouble is, she grew up gorgeous and feisty, and she still knows exactly how to get under my skin.
And that wedding night? Well, it doesn’t exactly go down hands-free.
Then she moves in with me, and I really start to lose my mind. From her sexy little pout to her wicked sense of humor to those meatball sandwiches she makes just because she knows they’re my favorite . . . I find myself wanting to break every rule we put in place.
Our story was never supposed to end with happily ever after.
But call me crazy, I just might be in love with my wife.
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Call Me Crazy is the third addition to the Bellamy Creek series featuring Enzo Moretti and Bianca De Rossi. Bianca and Enzo’s story is a sweet, playful enemies to lovers, marriage of convenience with a touch of angst and equal parts heat, heart and humor.
Enzo and Bianca are well developed and complex characters who have known each other since they were children, and are well aware of how to push each other’s buttons, that results in not only humor but heartbreak at times.
Enzo appeared frequently in the previous titles, but he was so much more than I expected. I was expecting a cocky, player which although a part of his personality it was the sweet, thoughtful, charming, patient, and sensitive side that surprised me. As well meaning as he is, he’s completely clueless when it comes to women.
Bianca is an intelligent, sassy, strong, charming, and funny heroine, who I also found to be quite relatable.
Their banter fun, playful, flirty, and antagonistic but also filled with emotion.
The chemistry between this pair is undeniable the love scenes are not only hot and sexy, but also quite steamy.
I adored their family and friends who feature throughout their story and look forward to the next title in the Bellamy Creek series.
“So how’s your ego tonight? A little
bruised, huh?”
“It’s fine,” I said, tightening the
knot in my tie. “Reina obviously wasn’t the right choice for a wife. I’m glad
she said no.”
Bianca started to choke on her olive.
“Wait a minute.” She fanned her face and managed to swallow. “You proposed to—to—what was the little
girl’s name?”
“Reina. And you’ve got no room to
call someone little, Tiny.”
As I’d hoped, the old nickname drew a
brief scowl from her. “We’re talking about you right now. Did you actually propose
tonight? Like with a ring?”
I exhaled, regretting I’d mentioned
it. “Yeah. I did.”
Her eyes lit up. “Let me see it.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you just want to rub salt in
my wound.”
“For fuck’s sake, Enzo. You’re not
wounded. You don’t even love this girl, you just needed to put a ring on her
finger so your dad would put your name on the company letterhead.” She held out
her hand. “Now give it here.”
Something told me I was going to be
sorry, but I reached into my jacket and pulled out the ring box.
She took it from me and opened it up.
“It’s pretty,” she said with grudging admiration. Then she squinted at it,
pushing her glasses up her nose. “Did you have it engraved?”
I picked up my bourbon and took a
hefty swallow. “No.”
“But it says .
. .” She set the box down and
pulled the ring from the velvet to examine it closer. Then she started
laughing. “‘Love Always, Ricky?’”
“Give me that.” Leaning forward, I
tried to swipe the ring from her hand, but she held it out of my reach.
“Just a second! I want to try it on.”
I thumped against the back of the
booth, picking up my drink again and tossing back the rest of it. Could this
night get any worse?
Bianca slipped the ring on her
finger—it fit—and held out her hand, studying it. “So what did you say?”
“I proposed.”
“But how? Like, did you say, ‘You’re
the love of my life and I want to be with you forever’ kind of thing?
”“Uh, not exactly. I didn’t want to
lie to her. I just, you know, gave her the ring.” I made a grand, sweeping
gesture with one hand.
“But you must have said something.”
“What difference does it make?” I
asked irritably.
“Look, I’m only trying to help you.
You obviously blew it tonight, and by your own admission, you need to find a
Lucy for your Ricky sooner rather than later, right?”
I looked around for Lara. I needed
another drink. And then a ride home.
“Right?” Bianca prodded me with her
foot under the table again. “So let me help you.”
“The only way you could help me is to
marry me,” I grumbled, waving Lara over. “And since that’s out of the question,
this discussion is over.”
“Well, wait a minute. Who said it’s
out of the question?”
I stared at her like she’d sprouted
horns. “Huh?”
Bianca continued to study the ring on
her finger. “I’m just thinking out loud here. But it seems to me we each have a
goal, and they could both be accomplished with one simple—fake—relationship.”
I shook my head, as if to clear it,
but the fog remained. “I know I’m drunk, but what the hell are you talking
about?”
She sighed and picked up her martini
for a sip. “I’m talking about the fact that you
need a wife to get what you want. I’m
willing to be that wife—temporarily,
and under the strictest of conditions—if you’ll agree to give me what I want.”
I shook my head. “Oh, no. No fucking
way. I see what you’re doing here. I’m not paying you to fake being my wife.”
Bianca rolled her eyes. “Give me a
break, Enzo. I don’t want your money. Nor do I need it.”
“Then I don’t understand, ”I said,
feeling—once again—completely baffled by a woman. “What could you possibly want
that I could give you?”
The smile that crept over those
hellfire lips should have been a warning. “A baby.”
