Dirty Letters
Release Date:
11/05/2019
A Contemporary Romance
Novel
New York Times
Bestselling Authors Vi Keeland & Penelope Ward
EXCERPT REVEAL:
The small dining room table had a pile of
mail. I’d had Dad’s mail forwarded to my house, so mostly it was
just catalogs and junk. Once a month, Mrs. Cascio sent me
everything that arrived, even though I’d told her it wasn’t
necessary. I mindlessly fingered through the pile, not expecting to
see anything worth keeping. But I stopped at an envelope addressed to
me—well, not me, but Luca Ryan. That was a name I hadn’t heard in
a long time. In second grade, my teacher, Mrs. Ryan, started a
pen pal writing program with a small town in England. We weren’t
allowed to use our real last names for safety reasons, so the entire
class used her last name—hence I was Luca Ryan. I checked out the
return address for the sender’s name.
G. Quinn
Wow, really? It couldn’t be.
I squinted at the postmark. It was from a
PO box in California, not England, but I didn’t know any other
Quinn other than Griffin. And the handwriting did look pretty
familiar. But it had been close to eight years since we’d exchanged
letters. Why would he write now? Curious, I ripped it open and
scanned right to the bottom of the letter for the name. Sure enough,
it was from Griffin. I started at the beginning.
Dear Luca,
Do you like scotch? I
remember you said you didn’t like the taste of beer. But we never
did get around to comparing our taste in hard liquor. Why is that,
you might ask? Let me remind you—because you stopped answering my
letters eight damn years ago. I wanted to let you know, I’m still
pissed off about that. My mum used to say I hold grudges. But I
prefer to think of it as I remember the facts. And the fact of the
matter is, you suck. There, I’ve said it. I’ve been holding that
shit in for a long time. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not obsessive
or anything. I don’t sit in my house thinking about you all day
long. In fact, there have been months that go by when thoughts of you
don’t even enter my brain. But then some random thing will pop into
my head out of the blue. Like I’ll see some kid in a pram eating
black licorice, and I’ll think of you. Side note—I’ve tried it
again as an adult, and I still think it tastes like the bottom of my
shoe, so perhaps it’s that you just have no taste. You probably
don’t even like scotch. Anyway, I’m sure this letter won’t find
its way to you. Or if by some miracle it does, you won’t answer.
But if you’re reading this, you should know two things.
1. The Macallan 1926 is
worth the extra cash. Goes down smooth.
2. You SUCK.
Later, traitor, Griffin
What in the hell?
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BLURB
I’d never forgotten him—a man I’d
yet to meet.
Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break.
Until one day it did.
Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one—one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing.
Griffin forgave me, and somehow we were able to rekindle our childhood connection. Only now we were adults, and that connection had grown to a spark. Our letters quickly went from fun to flirty to downright dirty, revealing our wildest fantasies. So it only made sense that we would take our relationship to the next level and see each other in person.
Only Griff didn’t want to meet. He asked that I trust him and said it was for the best. But I wanted more—more Griff, in the flesh—so I took a big chance and went looking for him. People have done crazier things for love.
But what I found could change everything.
Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break.
Until one day it did.
Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one—one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing.
Griffin forgave me, and somehow we were able to rekindle our childhood connection. Only now we were adults, and that connection had grown to a spark. Our letters quickly went from fun to flirty to downright dirty, revealing our wildest fantasies. So it only made sense that we would take our relationship to the next level and see each other in person.
Only Griff didn’t want to meet. He asked that I trust him and said it was for the best. But I wanted more—more Griff, in the flesh—so I took a big chance and went looking for him. People have done crazier things for love.
But what I found could change everything.
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