Lucky Yellow Shoes E-Book

Jae

• Herausgeber: Ylva Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 33

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Denny is planning to propose to her girlfriend, Eliza, on Christmas Day, but she needs some help finding the perfect ring. Will it all go according to plan, or will she end up being the one surprised? "Lucky Yellow Shoes" is a short story sequel to Jae's light-hearted lesbian romance Wrong Number, Right Woman.

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Lucky Yellow Shoes

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Other Books by Jae

Happily Ever After

Standalone Romances:

Just a Touch Away

The Roommate Arrangement

Paper Love

Just for Show

Falling Hard

Heart Trouble

Something in the Wine

Shaken to the Core

Fair Oaks Series:

Perfect Rhythm

Not the Marrying Kind

Portland Police Bureau Series:

Conflict of Interest

Next of Kin

The Hollywood Series:

Departure from the Script

Damage Control

Just Physical

The Hollywood Collection (box set)

The Oregon Series:

Backwards to Oregon

Beyond the Trail

Hidden Truths

The Complete Oregon series (box set)

The Shape-Shifter Series:

Second Nature

Natural Family Disasters

Manhattan Moon

True Nature

The Vampire Diet Series:

Good Enough to Eat

Unexpected Love Series:

Under a Falling Star

Wrong Number, Right Woman

Chemistry Lessons

Lucky Yellow Shoes

by Jae

Denny’s hands shook as she spooned the cookie dough into the mini muffin pan. Sweat dotted her brow, and it wasn’t from the preheated oven. The voices of Eliza’s parents and siblings drifted over from the living room, twisting her stomach into knots.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like her girlfriend’s family—quite the opposite. Their opinion mattered to her, and that was the reason she was such a nervous wreck right now.

God, if her heart felt as if it were trying to jump out of her chest now, she would probably pass out when she proposed.

But before she could do that, she needed a ring—and that was where Eliza’s family came in. If there was one thing Denny was even worse at than giving fashion advice, it was picking jewelry. Only the perfect ring would do for Eliza, and maybe her mom could help Denny with that…if she ever got up the courage to ask.

Why was this so hard? This wasn’t the Middle Ages. She didn’t need the blessing of Eliza’s family to marry her. The only “yes” that counted was Eliza’s.

But then again, who was she kidding? She wanted their blessing—and not just because she needed help with the ring.

She had come over to make cookies, hoping to sit down with Eliza’s parents and ask them over tea and yummy treats. Who could say no to a prospective daughter-in-law who made peanut butter cup cookies, right?

Instead, half of the Harrison clan had descended upon the house within minutes of her arrival.

Now Eliza’s oldest sister was playing Portal 2 with the twins, while the girls’ parents discussed some medical topic with Eliza’s dad. No one would leave before the last cookie was devoured and they had caught each other up on their lives. By then, Eliza might be home from work and wonder where Denny was.

She sighed. Maybe abandoning Operation Ask the Parents would be for the best.

“Are you okay?”

Her hopefully soon-to-be mother-in-law’s voice nearly made Denny drop the pan. She slid it into the oven, shut the door with a little too much gusto, and forced a smile as she slowly turned around. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just…um…”

Kathleen smiled. “Why don’t you join us in the living room?”

“I will in a second, but I have to clean up first.” Denny waved her hand at the bowl and other utensils in the sink.

“Leave it,” Kathleen said. “I’ll take care of it later.”

“Oh, no, I can—”

“The person who does the baking doesn’t have to clean up the kitchen. That’s your rule, right?”

Denny tilted her head in a vague confirmation but made no move to follow her to the living room.

Kathleen walked over and wrapped one arm around Denny’s shoulders. “What’s going on?”

“I’m—”

“Not fine,” Kathleen said. “I know you by now, Denny, and this is not your I’m fine face. You look like you did the first time Eliza brought you home for dinner.”