The Nashville Anti-Belles: Books to Make You Laugh, Cry, & Swoon
Not Suitable For Work
Anti-Belle Book 1
by Skye McDonald
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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The Not So Nice Girl
Prequel to Not Suitable For Work
Eleanor Field wants nothing more than to spend a drama-free summer in Nashville, listening to rock n' roll and baking pastries. But her plans are derailed when she walks into a local record shop and meets Sam Greene, a newly graduated, newly single guy who's looking for a stress-free summer of his own. Despite their instant attraction, neither of them is looking for anything serious. But as they continue to spend time together, their friendship lays the groundwork for something deeper.
Setup: It’s the summer of 1986. Sam is hanging out at Stacked Records, his favorite spot, manning the counter when a stranger walks in.
When the door chimed, Sam was absorbed in an article about Berlin and the music of a divided country. “We’re closed,” he muttered without looking up. “Come back in an hour.”
“I called about an album—”
“Closed,” he insisted, flipping the page.
“You’re definitely open. Door: unlocked. Register: manned.”
Her voice got a lot more insistent—and a lot closer. A small hand with dirty fingernails spread across the maga- zine, so slowly Sam looked up.
Sea glass. Emeralds. My undoing.
Sam found himself gazing into the most unreal green eyes he’d ever seen. Half a second later, everything got worse. The face that held those eyes was the same one he’d seen on Monica’s couch two weeks ago. That fair skin and golden-blonde hair which had glowed in the moonlight were impossibly better in the light of day.
A heartbeat after that, things got even worse. She smiled at him.
All of this couldn’t have taken more than thirty seconds, but Sam felt every moment in his pounding pulse.
She cleared her throat. “Well?”
“Well?” he echoed.
Another smile twitched her lips. “Well, I’m right, right? Open?”
“Oh, uh, well.” Sam fell over himself, running a hand through his hair and looking toward the back room. “Uh, it’s,” he fumbled again.
Myrtle saved him by shuffling around the counter to greet the new customer. Her tail wagged as she sniffed the air.
“Ooh, what a cutie!” the girl exclaimed.
Thanks, girl. Sam thanked the dog for the double bonus of distraction and the flash of cleavage in the V-neck tee he caught when she bent to pet her.
“That’s Myrtle,” he said, semi-coherent at last. “She is pretty cute.”
“I wasn’t talking about the dog,” she murmured. The teasing flash of green eyes through her bangs did something almost painful to his lungs.
Sam’s jaw hit the counter.
She straightened and threw her head back with a delighted laugh. “I always wanted to have the setup to use that line. Read it in Cosmo years ago. What did you think?”
“Extremely... smooth?” Sam reached for the right adjective, beginning to smile at last.
She leaned elbows on the counter across from him so they could regard each other. Her dark blonde brows drew together. “Smooth? Are chicks supposed to be smooth?”
“What were you going for? Alluring? Surprising? Flattering?”
She struck a deep-thinking pose with her chin in her hand. Sam furrowed his brows in mock-serious commiseration, relieved to at least be verbal again. Finally, she said, “I think I hoped it’d be—”
“It was. Absolutely,” he assured her with a nod before she could finish. She laughed again, and Sam was tempted to punch the air in triumph.
“Look, I’ve got places to be. Are you going to help me or not?”
“Do you?” he asked.
“Have places to be.”
She made a show of studying the magazine’s cover. “Not really,” she admitted. “But I want my album. You promised it would be in today, and—”
Sam stood up straight and shook his head. “I really don’t work here. The owner, Mac, is busy... But, um, what album are you looking for? Maybe it’s in this pile.”
“Red Hot Chili Peppers.” She began to examine the mountain of LPs on the counter.
“What? Is that the album or the band?”
Sam moved behind the stack. It was so high that he couldn’t see her anymore as they began switch-hitting, pulling titles off to create two new piles. When they’d moved enough of them that she reappeared, he was treated to another smile as their eyes locked. The happiness this girl radiated made it very damn hard for Sam to not look like a total fool in front of her.
To be fair, he thought he usually looked like a total fool in front of distractingly gorgeous women.
Skye McDonald writes books that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon. She believes that falling in love with yourself is the real path to happily ever after.
Skye’s first novel, Not Suitable for Work, won the Linda Howard Award for Romance in 2019. Her co-authored Unlikely Pairings series (written with Sarah Smith) have been Amazon bestsellers and #1 New Releases. Skye writes about living life with your heart open in her “A Bit Much” Substack.
Born in Nashville, Tennessee, Skye spent years teaching English in Brooklyn, New York. Now, she lives in Montclair, New Jersey, where she writes and facilitates a women’s group. In her free time, she hikes with her dogs, runs Spartan races, travels, Scuba dives, and is learning to ski. Someday she’ll take a break and chill out, preferably on a beach. But not yet. There’s so much life to live first.
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