Release date: March 9, 2015
Shy accountant Veronica Bass is determined to live it up a little before settling down with a perfectly respectable man to live a perfectly respectable life, just the way her mother wants.
So when rock star Diego Diaz flashes his bedroom eyes at her during a wedding reception, Veronica swallows her shyness and leads him to the nearest hotel room. Now this total sex god keeps popping up in her life, and she finds herself telling some not-so-little white lies to keep him interested.
Diego’s world evolves around music, women throwing themselves at him, and having fun. His lifestyle hasn’t allowed him to find the right girl to settle down with until now, but his own secret stands in the way of forming a lasting relationship with Veronica.
Is their love destined to last for only a New York minute?
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Melinda Dozier lives in the Land of Eternal Spring with her college sweetheart where she teaches middle school students by day and turns into super writer by night.
An excerpt from New York Minute:
The average wedding budget in Manhattan was $60,000. So Veronica didn’t hesitate to mark the “Will Attend” box on the RSVP card she received from her coworker—with that much dough, there would have to be excellent food, intriguing conversation, and a dance or two with an eligible bachelor.
She wore a sexy-as-hell black Donna Karan gown, borrowed three-inch silver Jimmy Choos, and had Oscar-worthy coiffed hair. Something good had to come from that, didn’t it?
Boy, was she wrong. Veronica was seated away from her coworkers, the smell of fish saturated the air, and she almost, but not quite, caught the bouquet. The one night she attempted something new and bold, nothing transpired as planned.
She wouldn’t allow any hardship to unsettle her, though. After all, she never really went out of her way to dress up and come out of her cocoon. She usually had her head stuck in spreadsheets and her mind mulling over the next Once Upon a Time episode. Still, she’d been lonely for months, even after a few random, torturous dates her mom had set up. Tonight, she had hopes of spicing up her dull life and moving past the fiasco of men she had dated by finding someone stimulating—for one night.
The possibilities stretched wide open.
When she strode into the gorgeous ballroom, she repeated her silent mantra: “Each step is taking me where I want to be.” She stopped for a moment to admire the walls draped in deep purples and blacks, the bride’s chosen colors for the wedding, and there were at least ten ornamental chandeliers dangling from the tall ceiling. Elaborately arranged flowers dressed the table centers. Beautiful decorations, actually.
But her eyes lingered on what mattered most.
She waved at a few coworkers who stood to the side with their spouses. Then she zigzagged to the other side of the room— there were at least 200 people—her eyes engaging those around her, but she didn’t have enough nerve to step up her game and start a conversation.
To her left, a well-dressed man stood out with a nice suit, dark hair, and an intriguing beard. She’d never dated a man with a beard. Then the man put his arm around the Amazon woman next to him and whispered in her ear. Of course he was taken.
She wasn’t even sure why she was on the lookout for a man. She never had luck with them; instead she was always reeling in the jerks who thought they could take advantage of the sweet, quiet girl. They’d squirm their way into her bed and let her down quickly—usually with lies and cheating. Yet despite her losing record, she stood to the side like a hawk searching for its prey.