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Darla Jones knows all about keeping up with the Joneses. Those are her folks, the Prince and Princess of Park Avenue. Her grandfather was the King. It’s her birthright to live a life of luxury and hobnob with Manhattan’s social elite, but this diminutive gal has dreams that don’t involve following in her mother and sister’s socialite footsteps. She wants to make her own way. Somehow. If she can find something that clicks. When she inherits her great-aunt's Brooklyn brownstone, she takes her chance to see a different side of life, sending her parents into a panic that she’ll find an unsuitable match and live an unsuitable life.
Oscar Brennan’s an unsuitable man. He attended school with Darla’s brother but happily gave up his scholarship to return home and help his ailing mother. He’s never met his father. Unlike his good friend, Denver Jones, he became a lawyer to help people, not join fancy firms or run for office. He wants nothing to do with Manhattan. He’s happy in Brooklyn where people don’t pretend to be something they’re not. Until Denver’s baby sister moves next door. There’s something about those big blue eyes, giant heart and well-intentioned cluelessness that turns his head. There’s something about those kissable lips and sharp curves that make him come back for more. He shouldn’t look. He damn well shouldn’t stare. She’s Denver’s sister. But offering his assistance feels like the right thing to do.
When she needs a date to her sister’s wedding, he happily obliges to keep her from taking anyone else. When she needs him to pretend to be her boyfriend to keep her mother’s high society matches at bay, he goes all in. After weeks of hijinks at her family’s expense, the two soon realize, no one’s faking a thing in this fake relationship. And Darla Jones finally finds something that clicks.
Hopeless Romantics is dedicated to the glory of Romance tropes This is a SLOW BURN, Brother's Best Friend, class warfare, fake relationship, friends to lovers romance Happy Reading!
Matilda Martel
Matilda loves many things---her husband, dachshunds, cats, the two terrible Chihuahuas who live with her, Paris, New York, a few select friends and family, Nutella, books, lots and lots of books, and writing sweet, steamy romance for nerdy girls-- because that's who I am.If you like your romances steamy but sweet. Sexy, but on the shorter side. With smart and sassy heroines who fall for soulful Alphas- then you might like my books.I write A LOT of OMYW, cause that's just my bag. But no matter what kind of story it is, my ladies are always adored and my endings are always HEA.Please head to my blog: www.matildamartel.com, to learn what's in the final stages and will be coming out soon!Want a free Ebook? Join my mailing list to get my monthly newsletter at : www.matildamartel.com/mailinglist/
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Unsuitable - Matilda Martel
ONE
DARLA
FOUR MONTHS AGO - SOHO
Adulting is a load of crap.
Growing up sucks. I'm not sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn't this. It's been two days since college graduation, and the pressure's on—no more hiding behind books. People expect me to make decisions and declarations of intent. They expect maturity.
No, thank you. I'll pass.
All that sounds far too stressful for a young girl making her way into the world.
Everyone expects me to select some random job I'll probably hate, then follow it up with a suitable marriage to a boring man who wants a boring wife to give him boring children and tell him boring things until we grow old and die.
As I said, it's a load of crap.
Darla, what about this one? This one looks nice. The lady says it's the best one they have.
These two are the main culprits: my parents---David and Davina Jones.
Can you believe that? Somehow a guy named David found a woman named Davina and lived happily ever after. It's nauseating. Revolting. They're two peas in a pretentious pod. Everything needs to be the best.
The Jones family needs to keep up appearances.
Does it matter, Daddy?
I offer a one-shoulder shrug and listen to the saleswoman's honeyed voice rattle off features she's practiced a thousand times. My parents look to me for questions, but I've got nothing. It's an incredible camera, top of the line, best on the market, and all that jazz. But I've got a nice one already.
What will I do with two cameras?
There's no need to ask that question. That's like asking them why you need two cars. No one needs two cars. You buy them because you can. Period.
Sweetheart, I want to get you a new bag. I hate the one you carry.
Mom slams her stiletto on the carpet, expecting to hear a sound. The silence catches her by surprise.
No, I love my bag. A girl in the Fashion Department made it for me. It's one of a kind.
I flash an icy glare towards my father, who then casts a stern eye at my mother.
"Cool it, Davina. It's her bag. She gets to choose her own bag. When we go shopping for you, you'll get to select your own." His booming voice makes her bristle with indignation, but only momentarily. Any proper punishment gets doled out behind closed doors. The pair are insufferable nymphomaniacs.
But David... that bag!
She pushes, whining while she points to a bag I'm not actually carrying at the moment.
What did I say?
He lifts one eyebrow and discreetly mocks a spanking motion. She yelps, pipes down, then giggles with delight.
Unbelievable.
Sir? Lenses?
Fortunately for everyone, the saleswoman interrupts their sick love fest.
Ah, yes. Darla, which lenses do you need?
He turns to the woman. My youngest daughter here just graduated from the School of Visual Arts. We're incredibly proud of her. She's going to be a photographer--- isn't that something? We need an artist in the family.
He gives me a side hug and crushes me into his ribs.
She smiles sweetly and places six prime lenses on the counter. My face heats under the woman's gaze. No doubt she thinks I'm a brat. Mom looks like a million bucks in her Chanel and Cartier diamonds. Dad looks dapper in his Burberry suit. And their ridiculous daughter is sporting platform Converse, a white miniskirt, a retro white tube top, and a snazzy lime-green bolero jacket I found on consignment.
It's not like I don't own better clothes. My mother and grandmother send me clothes every chance they get. It's their way of helping me fit into their world---the one I was born into. The one I'll never escape.
And why would I want to?
All that money. All those expectations.
I know I should be grateful. It comes with all the luxuries of life, and I don't want for anything. There's just something about it that doesn't sit well in my soul.
Something that doesn't click.
Maybe I ask for too much. Perhaps I am a brat.
I take a deep breath and point to three lenses, the 18, 35, and 100mm. Those are the ones I'm missing, Daddy. That'll do for now.
Are you sure, pumpkin? No zooms? No lights?
He points to equipment on the other side of the room and delights the saleswoman in front of us.
Nope. I'm good. You know how much I hate clutter. We can come back for lights when I set up a studio. I'm not there yet.
With a few words, I burst her bubble and ruin what might have been a sizable commission. Crafty as shit, she wastes no time correcting my mistake.
Sir, why don't you purchase a gift card? It allows your daughter to return on her own without hesitating to ask.
She whips out a shiny box, shoves it in my father's beguiled face, and smiles from ear to ear.
He's such a sucker.
Dad, you don't...
My words fall on deaf ears.
Darla, darling, go stand with your mother. I don't want you to see the amount. It's a surprise.
He beams and nudges me with his elbow. I wish he wouldn't. As much as I love photography, I'm not sure this is what I want to do with my life. But it's hard to get mad when he wants to play Santa Claus.
Come here, sweetheart. Let your Dad have fun. You know how excited he gets buying gifts.
Mom retrieves a tiny brush from her purse and proceeds to comb my tangled ponytail. She's not the most maternal woman in the world, but she's got her moments.
Yesterday's graduation tipped the scales. Mom wasn't expecting to break out a hankie when I walked the stage. It caught her as much as everyone else by surprise.
The School of Visual Arts was her idea. It's her alma mater. She studied interior design but never went into business. Dad knocked her up with my brother Denver the second they were married, and she claims he expected her to stay home and be a housewife.
I don't believe her. My brother was born in the late eighties, not in the fifties.
I don't know if she had higher aspirations. She conformed to her family's expectations, and eventually, they became her own. Mom was born into old money, and the women in her family become ladies of leisure. It's their birthright.
I stare at my reflection in the glass display case and notice my mother's heavy-handed brushing has pushed my ponytail off-center. I discreetly straighten it and sweep a few lingering strands off my face. There's nothing about me that resembles a lady of leisure. Those women are elegant and poised, like my sister Demeter. She looks like Mom and the rest of the van der Beek women---tall, honey-blonde hair and legs for days.
I'm all Jones. Jones women are known for four things.
Enormous eyes. Check.
Small stature. Check.
Big boobs. Check.
And last but not least, auburn hair. Check.
My skanky sister looks like a runway model, and I look like a busty leprechaun with gigantic eyes. I'm a freak.
Is it any wonder I'm still a virgin?
No, I'm not cut out for this lady of leisure business. I'll make my own way in this world. I might not figure it out today or tomorrow.
But one day soon, I'll find something that clicks.
I know it's out there. It's gotta be.
TWO
DARLA
TWO WEEKS LATER- UPPER EAST SIDE
Demi, are you sure about this? You don’t have to decide right away. Your mother and I didn’t even know you, and he were an item.
Beads of sweat gather on my father’s temples and cascade into his collar. The room can’t be over seventy-two degrees, but he’s a hot mess. My mother and I huddle together, shivering under her cashmere throw as we listen with ears perked to this unfolding scandal. This one’s a doozy.
Demeter stands ready for the fight of her life, and she’s as cool as a cucumber.
I’m certain, Daddy. I’ve made up my mind, I’m marrying Angus. He plans to stop by in an hour to ask for my hand, but I thought it best if we spoke first.
My sister speaks without a hint of remorse. Her confident tone seems slightly out of place. You don’t tell your father you plan to marry one of his oldest friends without so much as a teensy bit of shame. I know I wouldn’t. The mere thought makes my cheeks heat.
While she states her case, a hundred creepy thoughts flash through my mind. Agnus McNeill knew us as little girls. This feels incredibly salacious. He would have been my godfather if he wasn’t Presbyterian.
Good heavens, he’s Presbyterian. That won’t go over well with Nana. And he’s newly divorced---that’s strike two.
My father’s sweating continues. His handsome face turns beet red as he tries to loosen his tie and piece together some