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  Northwest Romantic Comedies

  A Boxed Set

  Lia London

  These books are works of fiction. Although many of the locations are real, they are used fictitiously. Any similarities to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved for boxed set edition.

  © 2019 Lia London

  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Who Needs Reality?

  Scene 1: Setting the Stage

  Scene 2: Getting in Costume

  Scene 3: The Audition

  Scene 4: The Romeo Moves

  Scene 5: Meeting the Cast

  Scene 6: Getting into Character

  Scene 7: Taking a Break

  Scene 8: Monologs

  Scene 9: The Paparazzi

  Scene 10: The Publicity Campaign

  Scene 11: Backstage Romances

  Scene 12: Star Power

  Scene 13: Fireworks

  Scene 14: The Long Summer

  Scene 15: The Vote

  Scene 16: The Unwanted Part

  Scene 17: The Grand Finale

  Scene 18: The Final Theme Song

  Northwest Locations Mentioned in Who Needs Reality?

  Getaway Gone Wrong

  Disaster #1 ~ Wrong Island

  Disaster #2 ~ Alarms

  Disaster #3 ~ Hangry and Dirty

  Disaster #4 ~ Spilled Tea

  Disaster #5 ~ A Sticky, Stinky Mess

  Disaster #6~Stupid Fears

  Disaster #7 ~ Coming Back Down

  Disaster #8 ~ Vulnerability

  Disaster #9 ~ Degrees

  Disaster #10 ~ The Clay Pigeon

  Disaster #11 ~ The Matinee Crowd

  Disaster #12 ~ The Urgent Call

  Disaster #13 ~ Back on the Job

  Disaster #14 ~ Something Completely Crazy

  Northwest Locations Mentioned in Getaway Gone Wrong

  Amaya’s Dance

  Chapter 1 ~ “Is That a Problem?”

  Chapter 2 ~ “You’ve Got Yourself a Deal”

  Chapter 3 ~ “It’s a Job, Not a Date”

  Chapter 4 ~ The Arabesque

  Chapter 5 ~ The Ballo

  Chapter 6 ~ “A Tango Type of Kid”

  Chapter 7 ~ The Canyengue Club

  Chapter 8 ~ “High Standards. Hard Work.”

  Chapter 9 ~ Danseur Noble

  Chapter 10 ~ “Where’s My Stupid Phone?”

  Chapter 11 ~ The Escondido

  Chapter 12 ~ “You Should Be Flying”

  Epilogue

  Northwest Locations Mentioned in Amaya’s Dance

  A Bid for Love

  Chapter 1 ~ The Professional Cut

  Chapter 2 ~ Publicity Stunts

  Chapter 3 ~ The Starting Bid

  Chapter 4 ~ Professional Obligations

  Chapter 5 ~ Examining the Options

  Chapter 6 ~ Taking Risks

  Chapter 7 ~ A Bump in Negotiations

  Chapter 8 ~ Hints of a Merger

  Chapter 9 ~ Human Resource Changes

  Chapter 10 ~ Business Partners

  Chapter 11 ~ New Developments

  Chapter 12 ~ Profitable Affiliations

  Chapter 13 ~ A Hostile Take Over

  Chapter 14 ~ A New Company Plan

  Epilogue

  Northwest Locations Mentioned in A Bid for Love

  Crazy Little Crush

  Chapter 1 ~ Looking for Work

  Chapter 2 ~ China Doll

  Chapter 3 ~ Parker’s Project

  Chapter 4 ~ Nutcrackers

  Chapter 5 ~ Thumb Wrestling

  Chapter 6 ~ Getting the Story Right

  Chapter 7 ~ Digging up the Past

  Chapter 8 ~ The Ball Room

  Chapter 9 ~ Man of Fortune

  Chapter 10 ~ Shades of the American Dream

  Chapter 11 ~ Chicken

  Chapter 12 ~ Charles on the Chase

  Chapter 13 ~ Otherwise Engaged

  Chapter 14 ~ A New Living Arrangement

  Epilogue

  Northwest Locations Mentioned in Crazy Little Crush

  Love from A to Z

  Chapter 1 ~ The New Neighbor

  Chapter 2 ~ Thanksgiving Dinner

  Chapter 3 ~ Who’s the Boss?

  Chapter 4 ~ Messes

  Chapter 5 ~ The Shower

  Chapter 6 ~ Something’s Cooking

  Chapter 7 ~ Christmas Lights

  Chapter 8 ~ Kisses

  Chapter 8 ~ Cold Feet for Christmas

  Chapter 9 ~ Not Making the Grade

  Chapter 10 ~ The Wedding Crasher

  Chapter 11 ~ The Poison Inside

  Chapter 12 ~ Jill and Milo Help Again

  Chapter 13 ~ The Valentine’s Party

  Epilogue

  Northwest Locations Mentioned in Love from A to Z

  A word about my limited fashion sense…

  More Romance from Lia London

  Who Needs Reality?

  Scene 1: Setting the Stage

  Cellos thrummed as Cleon swept Blondelle into a tight embrace.

  “Oh Cleon!” Her laughter tinkled like a crystal chandelier, and her face took on a soft glow.

  “Oh Blondelle!” He pressed his lips to her neck hungrily, his stubble failing to chafe her skin.

  A soft moan escaped her glistening red lips. “Oh Cleon!”

  He dipped her. “Oh Blondelle!”

  Milo felt his brain doze. Part of him couldn’t believe someone got paid to write this kind of dialog, and part of him wished he was in that very scene with Jill. He shot a glance at the back of her head and tried to remember how she had talked him into skipping his 11 o’clock class to watch a soap opera. Oh, who was he kidding? She could talk him into anything. They’d been best friends since grade school, and Milo had secretly nurtured a crush ever since Jill traded the splash of freckles on her creamy pink cheeks for more … womanly attributes.

  So, he watched the TV and tried not to let his eyes roll right out of his head.

  Blondelle gasped and pulled away. Her diamond earrings caught the light, as did the lone teardrop on her cheek. Her chin trembled. “Oh Cleon, if only you knew how much I love you.”

  He did not move, his face a picture of rugged manliness. “What is it?”

  Blondelle buried her face in her perfectly manicured hands. “Oh Cleon, I have such a terrible secret.”

  Cleon’s face continued to hide any evidence of thought, worry, or passion as he watched her intently. “What is it?”

  Milo groaned. “Seriously? This guy has two lines he just repeats over and over.”

  “Sh!” ordered Jill, not flinching from her fixed stare.

  Blondelle rushed into Cleon’s arms, collapsing her expensively wrinkle-free forehead on his brawny chest. “Oh Cleon, it’s my brain.”

  The cellos jerked as Cleon’s face failed to register a reaction. “What do you mean? Do you have a tumor?” He gripped her shoulders tightly, forcing her to look at him. “What is it?”

  “If only it were something that easy!” she sputtered.

  Distant timpani rumbled before a lilting melody rose. The scene faded to black.

  Milo blinked. “What, that’s it? Does she have an alien in her brain? What?”

  Jill giggled. “You’re so goofy.”

  He loved making her laugh. The sound was like a drug to him. “Well, that’s quite a soap opera.” He scraped his heels off the coffee table and stretched, trying not to let his gaze linger on Jill. She sat cross-legged on the floor, close enough to touch with his knee.

  With a huge smile, Jill turned and leaned her elbow on his thigh. “I kno
w. Isn’t it great?”

  His breath hitched at her touch, but he played it cool. “I skipped a chem lab for this. I’m going to bomb my final project.”

  Jill straightened her legs and knocked her toes together like butterfly wings. “Wasn’t it worth it?”

  She had leaned all over him for a few seconds. “Yeah.”

  “I love Tides of Port Delano.”

  “We could turn it into a drinking game. Take a shot for every time Cleon says, ‘What is it?’ without moving a muscle on his face.”

  Jill’s lower lip pursed a little, reminding Milo more of a kiss than a pout. He really wanted to do something about that, but if he ever did something that crazy, Jill might run away, and he couldn’t bear to lose her.

  “I’ve watched it every day this week.” She grabbed for the remote.

  Milo held it up high and let her reach for it. He saw guys use this trick in high school to get the girl to come closer. Sure enough, she sprawled against him, grabbing for the control, and it knocked the breath out of him. He relinquished the remote and reached for his soda so she wouldn’t see him flushing beet red. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like I’m twelve, not twenty-one. He forced himself to stay on topic. “Why every day? The plot moves slow enough you could check in once a week.”

  Jill shrugged. “These people are like family to me.”

  Milo made a show of slurping up the last ounce of pop through his straw and reminded himself that he really wanted this relationship to progress to the next level. Don’t insult the stupid show, Milo. Be nice. “This is where you are now, Jill? Plastic millionaires are your family?” I’m such an idiot.

  She practically wilted, and it twisted something in his gut. He leaned forward and tugged her ponytail with a smile. “I’m just saying you have real life alternatives.” Like me. Right here.

  Jill didn’t pick up on the subtext. “Oh, as if my parents are ever there for me.”

  Milo grumbled to himself. Yeah, okay, there’s that whole factor, too.

  Jill’s mom and dad were a successful corporate tax accountant and a commercial property realtor, respectively. They made big bucks by spending long hours at work. Milo found it hard to resent them as much as she did, because if it wasn’t for their money and regular absence, he and Jill wouldn’t have had so much time together going to the trampoline park, the exotic reptile fair, a tropical island spa, or whatever passes her parents had given them.

  “Pretend I’m your family.” He kept his expression neutral enough so she could interpret that in whatever way wouldn’t make her laugh in his face.

  “You are family, silly. Best brother a girl never had.” Jill sagged back against the couch. “I just love the show. I wish I could be on it. It’s so exciting.”

  “Well then, come on. We’ll be late for Acting class.”

  “Have I told you how cool it is that you signed up to take that with me?”

  Milo’s cheeks warmed. “I needed the Fine Arts elective credit.”

  “Okay, but you could have taken drawing or something.”

  “And miss hanging with you? We both know you’re the only thing keeping me from morphing into a bowl of custard. You’re a good influence on me.”

  Jill’s belly laugh rolled over him like a wave of joy. He loved the way Jill got him to stretch his limits. Limits of common sense. Limits of reality.

  “I’ll drive,” said Milo, beeping the doors of his Corolla unlocked.

  “Let’s take my Harley. It’s more fun,” insisted Jill.

  “Nope.”

  “Live a little!” she coaxed.

  “I want to live a long time.” He gave Jill that mature-and-grounded expression of his. “That’s why we’re taking the car.”

  “You are such an old man!” Jill tossed him her motorcycle helmet, smacking him in the gut. He caught it smoothly, opened the passenger door, and handed the helmet back to her.

  “Okay, I do give you props for always being a gentleman.”

  “Call me old-fashioned.” He bowed.

  “Yes, but without the wrinkles, and you smell better than my grandpa.” Jill paused to admire the wave of his dark hair and his patient stance. With a wink, she slid into the seat and dropped her helmet at her feet. “Old man.”

  Milo got in and buckled up before starting the engine. That was such a Milo thing to do, and Jill couldn’t help smiling to herself.

  He, of course, misinterpreted that. “I’m not a chicken!” he squawked. “It’s a small bike, and we don’t both fit on it well.”

  “Afraid to squeeze up close to me?”

  He barked a laugh and blushed at the same time.

  “I swear, Milo, if a girl ever really comes on to you or kisses you or something, you’ll end up in the Emergency Room with a heart attack.” Too bad because you’ve got a cute mouth.

  Milo’s eyes widened. “Not true. I have survived women coming on to me.”

  Jill batted her eyes. “Maiden aunts and middle-aged grocery clerks don’t count, Milo.”

  He sniffed. “There are a few things you don’t know about me.”

  “Then tell!”

  “We have to get to class.”

  Jill grunted, but then felt a twinge of guilt. “Are you really going to flunk your chemistry project?”

  “Huh? Oh.” He shrugged. “No, not really. I’ll go in later tonight during open lab hours.”

  “You probably still have straight A’s, huh?”

  “Probably.”

  Jill’s mind flashed back to their freshman year at Western Oregon together. They got to be lab partners just long enough for her to cause some entertaining explosions and melt his three-ring binder, but she hadn’t continued second semester. He would be done in one more year, ready to go on to an advanced degree, and she still hadn’t declared a major. “I’m sorry I’m such a distraction to you.”

  Milo bit his lip. “Don’t be silly.”

  “Oh well, at some point you’ll learn to advocate for yourself and kick me out of your life so you can actually get stuff done.”

  “Jill. I’m not worried about the chem lab. I’m sorry I said anything. Don’t get all dramatic on me.”

  “Thanks.” She gazed at his profile for a moment. He’s the string to my kite. He keeps me from flying up into space, or at least tries to. “I guess you’re a pretty good influence on me, too.”

  For their final acting project, Professor Wilson assigned Milo and Jill the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet, so on Friday, Milo found himself at Jill’s apartment with a bag of Tasty Taco. “Want to practice our lines over lunch?”

  “You are the best!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.

  Five minutes later, she perched precariously on the back of her couch with a crunchy taco in one hand and her script in the other. “Ooh, you’re good at this, Milo. You totally look like you want to kiss me!”

  Duh, he thought. Not in the script yet. “You have sour cream on your lips.”

  For a second, Jill crossed her eyes as if to spy the dollop. Milo chuckled. Then she wiped her lip with her finger and licked it off. Milo felt his left knee lose all strength. He needed to stop staring at her mouth or he was going to kiss her, or explode. Or both, which would really ruin the mood.

  Like that time he’d tried to kiss her while they rode a roller-coaster at the State Fair a couple of years ago, and she’d puked before he could get angled just right. He’d taken that as an omen that the timing was wrong.

  Consulting his script, Milo moved in closer. Jill gazed off over his shoulder and her eyes grew wide. With a squeal, she jumped down and sat on the floor, leaving Milo straddling the arm of the couch like a cat burglar caught in the act. He tried to smooth out the move, but ended up toppling sideways on the couch. His clumsy pratfall proved genius because his head landed right next to her face. “Was it my burrito breath?”

  She turned and sniffed his mouth in a way that only lifelong friends can do. “No, silly. Tides of Port Delano is on
!”

  Milo grabbed another taco and stuffed it in his mouth to mask the moan. At least he could smell her coconutty shampoo from this position. Careful to stay close to her, he shifted so he would be able to memorize his script while she watched her soap. There were worse ways to spend a lunch break. But like an annoying jingle, the show pulled him in.

  A stinging note from a bassoon announced a woman’s covert arrival on the scene. She listened with narrowed eyes that spewed venomous hatred in Blondelle’s direction. The woman chuckled wickedly and stepped out from behind the potted ferns. “Your little affair is over!”

  “Leticia!” Cleon almost looked surprised.

  Swilling a cocktail glass, Leticia slinked closer, her marble-sized diamond rings casting sparks of light across the room. “You thought I didn’t know? Do you really think she loves you?” She slammed her glass down. “Irving!”

  “Your lawyer?” Cleon took a step back.

  An abnormally attractive bald man entered carrying a black valise.

  Milo began to doze, but was pretty sure he heard Leticia give an evil laugh and say something about a double-bypass lobotomy. Or maybe that was just how he felt about the show.

  Jill nudged him awake, her face only inches away. “Wow! This is the best episode ever!”

  Milo blinked slowly. “That guy’s a lawyer and a surgeon? What’s he going to operate with? A fountain pen and an affidavit?”

  Jill snorted and slapped his arm playfully. “You shouldn’t nap after eating that much Tasty Taco. It’ll give you nightmares.”

  Milo shifted to where their heads nearly touched, resisting the urge to brush his cheek across hers. “Shall we tune in next time and see if I’m right?”

  “It’s a date.”

  For two seconds, Milo thought he saw something inviting in her eyes, and he latched on. It was as romantic a moment as it could get with the speedy spokesperson for Aller-Gone listing off all the horrible side effects and safety warnings. He tried to tune out something about hallucinations, oozing pus from ears and ‘not for people who wear glasses or eat chocolate.’

  Just when he sensed Jill drifting closer, she grabbed the remote to crank up the volume. “Jay Walker!”