A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious.Stay in touch!irismorland.comIris Morland’s MermaidsNewsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.My One and Only (The Youngers Book 4)Published by Blue Violet Press LLCSeattle, WashingtonCopyright © 2019 by Iris MorlandCover design by Resplendent MediaAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
After ten takes that lasted throughout the morning and into the afternoon, Lucy Younger heard her stomach growl so loudly that she was pretty sure anyone within a five-mile radius would’ve heard it, too.“Cut!” yelled the director, Jim Stanton. Jim had a swath of silver hair that tended to expand outward as the day progressed. Lucy wondered if it was from the humidity, or if Jim’s hair expanded as he got more irritable with every take that he inevitably hated. It was rather like watching a cat fluff out its fur, arching and hissing at some threat.“That’s a wrap for now,” said Jim. “Go get some lunch.” He shot Lucy a sardonic glance, and she had a feeling he’d heard her stomach growling. Well, if he let them have lunch breaks before three in the afternoon, she wouldn’t be so damn hungry!Lucy had arrived on Hazel Island in the Puget Sound to film The Last Goodbye a week ago. It was her first movie, and although it was a smaller indie one, it was a huge opportunity for her. If she co
When Carter’s best friend, Anthony Bertram, had suggested that he work on a movie of all things, Carter had thought he was insane.“I’m a baseball player,” he’d said. “The last thing I wrote was probably some essay in the fifth grade. Also about baseball.”Anthony had waved his hand dismissively. “You won’t have to write a damn thing. You’ll be playing supervisor, making sure things stay on schedule and on budget. Best of all, it’ll give you something to do now that you’re benched for the season. I was going to do it, but I’m too busy here in Seattle with Thea and the business.”Carter had told Anthony to go find someone actually qualified. But Anthony had somehow gotten it into his brain that Carter should do the job, and when he’d told Carter he needed someone he could trust at the helm, Carter had given in. Even though Carter’s interest in the movie business was about as high as his interest in the mating habits of sea anemones.When he’d arrived on Hazel Island yesterday mornin
Lucy inhaled the scent of cinnamon rolls and coffee as she came downstairs at the local bed-and-breakfast. Most of the cast had been provided rooms here, and although it was hardly fancy, it was nice and homey and had helped Lucy relax after her stressful day yesterday.She couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment—and anger—as she thought of Carter Roberts. His stupid, grinning, handsome face, and how he seemed to love needling her as much as humanly possible. She had no idea what his deal was, and she was determined to avoid him as much as she could.“Good morning,” said Gwendolyn Parker, the owner of the Hazel Island Bed and Breakfast. Tall and curvaceous, with curly red hair, Gwen was as sweet as apple pie and probably the nicest person Lucy had ever met. It probably helped that she got to live on this beautiful island and not deal with men like Carter Roberts.“Good morning. Those smell amazing,” said Lucy. The first floor of the bed-and-breakfast consisted of the dining room, w
Carter was no stranger to people coming up to him and asking for autographs and photos. When he’d first started playing for the Seattle Orcas, he’d always been surprised whenever someone had actually recognized him. But in the years since he’d first been drafted, he’d gotten used to the attention. It came with the territory of being one of the best ballplayers in the league.“Can I take a selfie with you?” a boy who looked maybe ten years old asked. He already had his phone out.“Sure,” said Carter. He draped his arm over the boy’s shoulder, took his phone, and snapped the photo for him. That resulted in the crowd growing larger, with more and more people asking for photos.“When are you going to play again?” a man about Carter’s age asked him. “The team’s playing is shit without you pitching.”Carter’s good mood vanished at the reminder of his injured shoulder. “That’s all the autographs and stuff for today. Thanks, guys.” He waved and stepped around the perimeter of the crowd. Lu
Lucy watched as one of the extras—Meredith? Marianne?—slid her hand up Hayden’s arms and batted her fake eyelashes. Not that Lucy had anything against fake eyelashes, but this M-named woman looked so fake overall that the eyelashes were the cherry on top.“If you glare any harder, you’re going to singe a hole in her arm,” said Erin.“I’m not glaring.”“Okay. Staring, gazing upon. Whatever term you wanna use, babe. But don’t be too obvious.”Lucy forced herself to turn her head so she could no longer see what Hayden was doing. She’d thought they were connecting earlier. But then Hayden had gotten distracted. Lucy couldn’t compete against multiple other women vying for his attention, not unless she did something crazy, like flash him.She wasn’t yet so desperate as to show him her breasts in public, thank God. The green snake of jealousy still slithered around inside her, especially when she heard Hayden laugh.“Didn’t you think there’s something between us?” said Lucy. “He was tal
“Why did you come here?” said Lucy. “You said you wouldn’t.”“I never made any promise like that.” Hayden looked away, his expression rueful. “Did you think I could stay away from you, Miranda?”It was their first rehearsal together in Hayden’s trailer, and they’d been working on this particular scene all morning. Hayden preferred to play Gabriel as stoic, almost emotionless, but Lucy could feel the brimming emotion underneath. It was a testament to Hayden’s skill that he could imbue every word of the script with such feeling.Lucy/Miranda stepped toward a table. She traced a figure eight on the tabletop before picking up the discarded ring. “I don’t need this anymore,” she whispered.“Wait,” said Hayden, ending the scene. “Shouldn’t Miranda be angrier in this scene? Gabriel did cheat on her, right?”“I think it’s more complicated than that. She is angry with him, but there’s still love there, too. She’s torn between two different emotions. She wants to hate the man she still love