Lipstick On His Collar: HarperImpulse Mobile Shorts

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Lipstick On His Collar: HarperImpulse Mobile Shorts
Brigid Coady

HarperImpulse Contemporary Romance Mobile Shorts'Poignant, funny, realistic yet romantic, these stories make you relive the good times and sigh over the sad ones. I loved them.' – Katie FfordeThe third book in The Kiss Collection, an exciting new series of short stories from Brigid Coady & HarperImpulse.*Please note this is a short story, approx. 1000 words in length designed for reading on your mobile phone or tablet.*

Lipstick On His Collar

The Kiss Collection

Brigid Coady

A division of HarperCollinsPublishers

www.harpercollins.co.uk

Contents

Brigid Coady (#u746ae48f-69a1-50ba-ad5a-d79a5f09c16a)

Lipstick On His Collar (#uc004f41a-930d-5777-98a7-624434f6c4c2)

Love Romance? (#litres_trial_promo)

About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Brigid Coady (#u40cf2b75-0942-545b-bcd1-89d8bfb12e69)

I was born in the UK but raised round the world and spent most of my childhood with my nose in a book. When I was seven I wrote my first proper story about a magic puddle that flipped up to reveal a secret world underground. I’m now a non-practicing engineer who works in project management. I write romance and young adult stories. I’ve been a voice-over and radio continuity artist. I love country music and used to have my own radio show. My boyfriend says I have an unhealthy obsession with Kenny Chesney. I live in London.

Lipstick On His Collar (#u40cf2b75-0942-545b-bcd1-89d8bfb12e69)

Candlelight reflected off the gold ring on his left hand. He clinked it absently against the stem of the wineglass, causing it to chime gently.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

He stared across the table, his light blue eyes never wavering. My heart stopped, as if the world had halted, waiting to change its course. I took a deep breath and it began again, pounding in my chest as if it wanted to burst out and take flight.

My hands shook as I lifted my glass of wine, the dark red liquid rippling and shifting against the sides. I carefully took a swallow of it, the spicy richness exploding on my tongue. I still stared at him, I should’ve looked away.

I couldn’t.

Mesmerised by this man, my boss, who crackled with energy and was almost larger than life. He had a mind that raced ahead of everyone else’s. And he couldn’t stop thinking about me.

His comment could lead to a cataclysmic change, and I needed to be back on solid ground. I had to deflect the conversation. I took another slow breath. My chest tightened and I stuttered out,