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The first book in a sensational New Adult trilogy from Noelle August Welcome to Boomerang.com, the dating site for the millennial gen with its no-fuss, no-commitments matchups, and where work is steamier than any random hook-up Mia Galliano is an aspiring filmmaker. Ethan Vance has just played his last game as a collegiate soccer star. Theyre sharp, hungry for success, and they share a secret. Last night, Ethan and Mia met at a bar, and, well . . . one thing led to another, which led to them waking up the next morningtogether. Things turned awkward in a hurry when they found themselves sharing a post hookup taxi . . . to the same place: Boomerang headquarters. What began as a powerful connection between them is treated to a cold shower courtesy of two major complications. First, Boomerang has a strict policy against co-worker dating. And second, theyre now competitors for only one job at the end of summer. As their internships come to an end, will they manage to keep their eyes on the future and their hands off each other, or will the pull of attraction put them right back where they started?

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Boomerang

Boomerang - 1

Noelle August

Dedication

To Lisa, my first literary agent, my constant reader,

and my best friend. Love you, Blister.

And to Brenda, for all you do,

and for your big, gorgeous heart.

LO

To Lolo, who wrote half of this, but still.

You are wonderful.

VR

Chapter 1

Mia

Q: Have you ever had a one-night stand?

On the single most important day of my life, I wake with the thought: Oh crap, where are my panties?

I think this because I also happen to wake in the bed of a stranger, with a wicked shaft of lemon-hued LA light bisecting my bare thigh and not a shred of underwear or any other garment in sight.

This is so not me, and yet here I am, tangled in warm sheets that are most definitely not my own.

Vague snippets of the night before push through my hangover-muddled brain. I remember sitting at Dukes after my interview with Adam Blackwood, wired with anticipation and the feeling that, finally, I was set to launch. Id be able to finish my film about Nana, turn it in, and say sayonara to college. And Id turn this internship with one of the biggest media companies in the country into a real film career where I could find myself, find my style, not just the styles Id been parroting during my years in school.

I almost remember the guy too. Broad shoulders, an easy manner, and that feeling of heat and possibility. But thats about it. No face. No name. No idea how thisthis minor miracle of actual real-life sexcame to pass.

Sadly, this mystery may remain unsolved. Ive got to get going.

I struggle up, gingerly tugging strands of my curly hair from beneath the shoulderthe toned and nicely tanned shoulderof my new friend. My head feels like the inside of a blender set to frapp, and the taste in my mouth suggests something crawled in there and died.

Swinging my bare feet onto the cool concrete floor, I rise, willing away the queasiness that threatens to grab hold.

Thanks a bunch, Patron Silver.

I creep around the bed to see if Ill have better luck finding my underwearor really, any item of clothingon that side of the world. And, Ill confess, Im dying to take a look.

My curiosity is most definitely rewarded. Even though the guys face is mashed against his pillow, and his short caramel-brown hair lies matted against his head, he is about twelve kinds of hot. He has a strong, beautifully sculpted jaw with just a hint of a cleft, full lips, and the kind of dark sweeping eyelashes that girls need to gob on mascara to achieve.

Stretched out with just the barest corner of sheet covering himmy bad for hogging the blanketshis feet almost dangle off the bed. Which means hes tall. And even in sleep, his face holds an interesting furrow-browed intensity, like hes dreaming about saving the world. I know he has to have a stellar personality or there is zero chance Id have woken up in his bed.

I dont see any condom wrappers, which makes me wonder what, exactly, did happen last night. Its definitely not like me to be reckless. So maybe nothing happened? But again: no panties.

While I puzzle over this, my glance drifts over to his bedside clock. The numbers 8:02 a.m. carve their way through the haze, and adrenaline floods my every molecule.

My internship at Boomerangthe answer to becoming more than the daughter of a famous photographer, to stepping into my real life and preserving the life of the dearest person in the worldkicks off in exactly fifty-eight minutes. And I have no idea where I am or where my frickin underwear went.

Crap, crap, crap. I push my hands through my hair, do a quick inventory of the room, and decide the clothes must have landed elsewhere.

This should be fun.

Hurrying down a narrow hall, I catch glimpses of sports photographs and motivational posters with soaring eagles and mountaintop sunrises. One says, Life begins at the end of your comfort zone, which means my life is definitely beginning. Right. Now.

I find myself in a living room with the expected lumpy bachelor sofa, smudged glass coffee table, and giant-screen TV that blots out the sunlight attempting to pour in through two tall Pendleton-blanket-covered windows. Its also got the requisite single-guy funk: booze, sweat, and a kind of dead-possum tang for the kicker. Books and magazines lie scattered over most surfaces, along with a host of remote controls that suggest an underground lair somewhere; a laptop that looks old enough to belong to Fred Flintstone, and various articles of clothinga sweatshirt, gym shorts, andscore!my dress from last night.

I snatch it off the floor and inspect it. Its so wrinkled it looks like a dump truck backed over it, and its stiff in spots, with a V-shaped stain spreading over the top.

Trying to shake out the creases, I wish I had chosen something a little less slinky for my meeting with Adam Blackwood. But I went with this, and hell get to see it again today. Only this time itll look like I wrestled it off a hobo.

I hear a creak of bedsprings and then a door opening and closing, followed by the rush of water from a shower. So, the guys awake. Great. Maybe he can give me a hand with Mission Impossible: Underwear Edition. Theres no way that will be awkward, right?

After searching around the entire living room, picking up clothing, pizza boxes, video game cases, and various pieces of sporting equipment, I manage to find my shoes, purse, anddraped over the kitchen pass-throughmy bra. But no underwear.

Did they just disappear? Dissolve right off my body? In that case, kudos to the guy. Evan? No, thats not it. And all the more reason to wish I could remember, oh, even a couple of minutes of last night.

The microwave clock says 8:09. I gather up my shoes, bra, and dress and race back into the bedroom. Dumping everything onto the bed, I knock on the bathroom door and push it open at the same time. Niceties went out the window sometime between my meeting with Adam Blackwood and my clothing being fired around this apartment like t-shirts at a Lakers game.

Uh, hey(What the hell is his name?)there, I say lamely. Umnot to be weird or pushy, but Im in a ridiculous hurry. New job. Do you mind if I come in and . . .

He draws back the shower curtain and pokes his head out, giving me an eyeful of chiseled torso in the process. Add in his soulful blue eyes and the water pooling in the deep grooves of his collarbone, and, well, its a lot to take in this early in the day.

Clearly, he feels some of that as well. His eyes make a quick circuit up and down, and then he stammers something.

What? I say and lift a hand to my lips. Do I have something in my teeth?

He laughs. Youre so naked.

I give him a smile. Sorry, yeah. Is that okay?

Between modeling for my mother, spending eight shows a week nude in a summer stock production of Hair, and being the go-to drop trou girl for my fellow film students, I feel like I spend half my life naked. Am I going to spend half my life blushing and apologizing for myself? No, I am not.

His gaze sweeps over me, and his lips quirk into a smile, though he makes an excellent effort to look into my eyes when he speaks. Definitely. Definitely okay. Do whatever you need to do.

Great. I turn away and leave him to his shower. Palming the condensation off the mirror, I get a look at myself, especially at my hair, which always constitutes a situation. It frizzes out in a million directions, but it has definitely been worse. Which means, I realize with a pang of regret, that we definitely didnt have sex after all.

Sexgood sex, anywaymakes my hair go insane. Like giant mushroom cloud insane. Right now, its at about Defcon Three, which suggests some vigorous making out but not much more.

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