Catch My Breath

Catch My Breath
Lynn Montagano

Lia Meyers' plan for a relaxing Scottish vacation is short-lived when one uncharacteristic moment of clumsiness lands her in the arms of her very own Knight in Shining Armani…The perfect opportunity for a much needed holiday romance? Wrong! Lia’s still reeling from the mother of all bad breakups, and she really doesn't have the patience for Alastair Holden – despite his effortless charm and cute British accent!Arrogant and totally inscrutable, he's exactly the sort of guy she wants to avoid but can't: the man behind the mystery proves just too tempting to resist.Drawn to him, Lia is forced to battle with her own insecurities, and the closer they become, the more she recognizes her own weaknesses as she peels away his layers with every night they spend together. Discovering the past Alastair is so desperate to conceal, Lia must decide if they can heal one another together or if their deepest fears will tear them apart.

Catch My Breath

Lynn Montagano

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Contents

Lynn Montagano (#u723f606f-049e-52dc-b13a-5723891b05d4)

Dedication (#ub1ad2f56-d24d-5b2b-a3ba-3e2e66b52400)

CHAPTER ONE (#u3518a012-1f46-53b7-a9b8-3dee1619b844)

CHAPTER TWO (#u727bdd1d-05db-5d11-86e9-a1be76f92516)

CHAPTER THREE (#ue4900d0d-a420-5cbd-a07a-7afc52cc415e)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u4849815f-86dd-5fea-8a25-443932f8ab73)

CHAPTER FIVE (#u5052f144-2226-5251-b37f-f7d2c3873acb)

CHAPTER SIX (#u421f3fab-9cb8-5940-94ad-89845f88516c)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINETEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

Love Romance? (#litres_trial_promo)

About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Lynn Montagano (#u0a54b365-2b51-5473-98e5-bae33eb7a3dc)

I’m a former TV news writer who took the plunge and finally wrote a novel. I know, right? Insanity. Prior to jumping into novel writing, I spent the majority of my career working in radio and television as a promotions director, writer and associate producer. I love any job that is challenging and creative.

I grew up in a small town in Rhode Island before spreading my wings to discover this great, big world. Traveling, like writing, has become a necessary part of my life. My favorite place is and always will be London. It’s my home away from home.

For now, I’m a displaced New Englander hanging my hat in Northern California. If you can see me through the fog, wave hello.

To my family and friends, for always being my biggest supporters and loudest cheerleaders.

And to my passport (yes, my passport), for opening up the world and introducing me to my favorite place on Earth.

CHAPTER ONE (#u0a54b365-2b51-5473-98e5-bae33eb7a3dc)

“Amelia Grace Meyers. Naptime is over. Let’s go. We’re getting picked up at seven for the benefit. I don’t want to be late.”

The blankets were unceremoniously ripped from my body, destroying the warm cocoon I’d wrapped around myself. I sat up with a start, blinded by the bright light spilling from the bedside lamp. Grabbing the blankets, I flopped back onto the mattress.

“You’re mean,” I whined into the pillow, trying to figure out what the hell my best friend was talking about. And more importantly, where I was. I opened a sleepy eye and saw Stephanie Tempe, all perfumed and primped, standing at the foot of the bed. Oh right. Scotland.

“What time is it?” I yawned.