Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
New job, new city, new life - men not included.
The sun-soaked beaches, bustling markets and historic streets of Spain are exactly the escape I need. Teaching English keeps me grounded (and paid), and I’m determined to focus on myself for once.
But then I meet Santi.
Gorgeous, charming, and annoyingly irresistible, he crashes into my carefully crafted plans. Our chance encounters become something I can’t ignore. But just as I start to let my guard down, I find out who he really
A professional rugby player with a life full of glamour and complications I swore I’d stay away from.
I didn’t come to Spain to fall for anyone, but no matter how hard I try and hold myself back, Santi is impossible to resist. His kindness surprises me, his touch makes me question everything, and his secrets make me wonder if I’m ready to risk my heart again.
I promised myself I’d never let another man in. But in the city of passion and possibility, can I keep that promise - or is Santi the one worth breaking it for?
Set against the stunning backdrop of Spain’s golden coastline, vibrant markets and fiery fiestas, My Spanish Love Affair is a sizzling, heartfelt romance that captures the magic of second chances and the courage it takes to embrace the unknown.
From moonlit beach dates to the chaos of Las Fallas, this story is a whirlwind journey of self-discovery, passion, and learning to love again.
Perfect for readers who dream of fresh starts, spicy romance and finding love where you least expect it, My Spanish Love Affair will leave you longing for your own escape to Spain
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Chapter One
My relationship ends the same way that it started: with a bang.
Except this time, I’m not the woman on all fours.
“Liv, wait. I can explain.”
My now ex-boyfriend chokes as he calls out my name from the doorway, but I ignore his pleas as I make my way through the apartment in auto-pilot. My brain hasn’t caught up with what I’ve just witnessed, and my body moves through the familiar space without my full control.
Now that the new year has passed, I was supposed to be moving in with him in just a few weeks time. Most of my things are already packed and ready to be sent over to this very building.
That won’t be happening, now, of course.
As I reach the hallway and slip my shoes back onto my feet, I know that this is the last time I’ll ever set foot in Liam's apartment.
“Olivia, please.”
He’s closer than I thought he’d be, and I turn on my heel and look up at him. My blonde hair flies around my face with the movement, and I don’t try to hide the fury in my gaze.
Honestly, he looks ridiculous. He’s always had the most beautiful blue eyes, but I can’t look at those right now. His jeans hang loosely from his hips - still unbuttoned from where he’d hurriedly yanked them on as I walked into the bedroom - and his feet are bare against the cool wooden floor.
My heart feels like it’s somewhere between being sunk in my stomach and leaping out of my throat. It’s the most god-awful feeling, and fuck, I need to get out of here.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“If you would just - just listen to me, okay?” he says. “I know I fucked up, and I know what you think you saw just then, but -”
“What I think I saw?!” I practically screech.
The loud volume of my raised voice catches us both by surprise. I’ve never been one for yelling, and furious as I may be right now, the last thing I want to do is show this asshole just how much he’s hurt me.
So. I pull myself back in.
“You know what? I don’t even care,” I sneer. He actually has the nerve to look horrified, which is interesting given that I’m the one who just witnessed his dick being buried inside another woman. “Save your shitty excuses and gaslighting for someone who gives a crap. I’m sorry I interrupted.”
I yank the front door open and dart through it just as Liam reaches out to try and stop me. His fingertips ghost over my upper arm, but it’s too late.
I’m gone.
And I sure as hell don’t look back.
∞∞∞
“Wow. I hate him.”
I snort out a laugh as I scoop up a questionably large forkful of sweet and sour chicken and fried rice.
“You and me both, sis,” I grumble before I shovel the food into my mouth.
There are a lot of things that I’m uncertain about after today’s events. But if there’s anything at all that I still believe in, it’s the fact that there’s no problem in this world that the elite combination of my best friend, red wine and Chinese take-out food cannot solve.
Somehow, Laura always knows exactly what to say to cheer me up and make me feel better about everything. And at times when all I want to do is curl up into a ball underneath my bed covers and cry, she has me full-belly laughing until my sides hurt.
“No, I mean it. I’ve never felt so strongly about anyone, ever. I loathe him, and I’m still processing all of this. Give me a few days to actually get to grips with what I’m feeling and I promise you, it will be even more overwhelmingly negative.”
I snort at that.
“I’m serious!” she grins. “Honestly, I’m still in shock. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling. But I mean it. I. Hate. Him.”
My expression grows sombre. “I know you do. And trust me, I feel exactly the same. You don’t need to worry about me ever even considering going back there. It’s never going to happen.”
“Thank god for that,” Laura huffs.
“Honestly, he’ll be lucky if I so much as acknowledge his existence again. He’s pretty much dead to me already.”
“Have you answered any of his calls or texts?” she prods.
“Nope,” I confirm, popping the p for emphasis. “And I have absolutely no intention of doing so.”
I’m actually quite proud of myself for point-blank ignoring Liam. The thought of answering a call or responding to his grovelling messages by telling him exactly what I think of his lying, cheating ass is tempting, sure; but I refuse to allow myself the momentary satisfaction.
Knowing him as well as I do - which apparently doesn’t count for much, since I never saw this coming - I know that harsh words won’t hurt him. After all, he’d still be getting my attention and energy that way.