Crossing the Pond (A Transatlantic WLW Romance #1) Read Online Sienna Waters

Categories Genre: GLBT, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Transatlantic WLW Romance Series by Sienna Waters
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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How clumsy do you need to be to fall in love?
Fired, divorced, and broke, Piper Garland is all out of hope. Until she inherits a house in a village she’s never heard of. A house that’s all the way across the Atlantic.
Building contractor Camilla Fabbri spends her life pleasing others: her friends, her clients, not to mention her enormous Italian immigrant family. Which is probably why she’s still single and living in a van on her parents’ farm.
But when Cam quite literally fishes a strange American tourist out of the village duck pond, everything she’s ever known is turned upside down. An instant connection is formed, even if it’s not one that either woman particularly wants.
Sometimes the best things in life are the ones you don’t plan for. And with a cast of six burly brothers, a mysterious penfriend called Twinkle Toes, interfering friends and grumpy neighbors, assorted ER staff, a slimy real estate agent, plenty of ducks, plus an enormous Great Dane, Piper and Cam are going to find that plans can only change…

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Chapter One

“Try to see this as an opportunity.”

Ted Scanlon attempted what could be called a smile and Piper kind of wanted to punch him. Not that she would, but she wanted to.

Fifteen years of devoting her life to this stupid, lousy job and getting fired was supposed to be an opportunity?

An opportunity to do what exactly?

“Maybe I'll raise trick goldfish for the carnival,” she muttered, not quite as under her breath as she'd thought, since Scanlon raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Well, uh, that's certainly one possibility,” he said. He cleared his throat. “You'll get all the normal benefits, of course.” He slid a piece of paper across his desk to her. “A generous severance package, health insurance until the end of the year, glowing references.” That half-assed attempt at a smile again.

Piper wondered if she'd ever actually seen him really smile. Maybe not, now that she thought of it. He'd only be around for a half year or so though, not enough time to really fit into the Foster and Davis family.

“Please understand, Ms. Garland, this isn't personal.”

How could having her job snatched away not be personal? Piper's jaw ached as she tried to keep her mouth shut.

“The publishing business has been going through a hard time, there are a lot of lay-offs here, it's just unfortunate that you're one of them. We at Foster and Davis really do appreciate all you've done for the company.”

Which was about as much as she could take.

She slid the paper off the table, crumpled it and shoved it into a pocket, and stood up to leave.

And because she'd worked professionally for fifteen years, and because she knew she needed the severance settlement and health insurance, and because she was a grown damned adult and not an impulsive child, she smiled. “Thank you,” she said, before she walked out.

Even though she still really, really wanted to punch him.

She could have gone back to her desk. She could have collected all her things, the manuscripts and desk ornaments and awards and everything else. Instead, she patted her pockets to make sure she had her wallet and walked right out the door.

Because despite being professional and an adult and all the rest, and despite it only being three o'clock in the afternoon, she really, really needed a drink. A big one. With umbrellas and at least three different colors and enough chunks of fruit around the rim of the glass that it was almost impossible to drink.

“THINK OF IT as an opportunity?”

“Uh-huh,” Piper said, sucking up her second cocktail through a chunky straw.

“What an asshole.” The bartender smiled sweetly at her and grabbed the cocktail shaker. “Here, let me make you another, this one's on me.”

Piper, who had been planning to leave after two, shrugged. Why the hell not? It wasn't like she had work tomorrow.

The bartender flashed her a pretty smile. Actually, all of her was pretty, not just the smile. Pretty and young, she couldn't be more than twenty or so. Piper sighed and tucked a lock of blonde hair back behind her ear.

Young enough that she had her whole life ahead of her. The thought made Piper feel vaguely nauseous.

“Actually, thanks for the offer, but I'd better be going.” Before she made a fool of herself.

“Oh,” the bartender flushed. “Oh, sure, no problem.” She bent and scribbled something on a napkin. “Uh, here you go.”

“What's that?” Piper asked, taking the napkin.

“My number.”

Piper chuckled. “That's sweet, but I'm fine, really. I've only had two drinks, I'm perfectly safe to get home, but you're lovely to be concerned.” She put a ten dollar bill on the bar next to the napkin as a tip and slipped off her bar stool. “You have a good evening.”

She was more than half way home before she realized that perhaps the sweet young bartender hadn't been concerned about her getting home. More concerned with getting her home. Then she groaned and put her sunglasses on.


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