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The Vacation Bubble By Marcella Steele
Genre: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

A fling wasn’t on her vacation itinerary. Neither was falling in love with the one man she’d already run from.

Romance has ghosted, gaslit, and gone full Shakespearean tragedy on Sofia Drake. She’s officially a one-woman rom-com with no third act in sight, ready to bolt if love sneaks up on her again.

Freshly dumped and jobless, Sofia is mid-pity-party (yes, wine and ice cream are involved)‌ when a friend drags her to a job fair. If she’d known how a chance meeting would blow up her carefully constructed life, she would’ve stayed home. One look into Ryan Hunter’s crystal blue eyes and she can tell he’s trouble. He’s gorgeous, charming, and way too young. He’s also the first man in years to make her feel a real, rocket-exploding kind of heat. But when the jet-setting Ryan invites her on a spontaneous trip to Barcelona, Sofia does what she does best: she runs.

It takes a kick from her best friend (a “get a life” lecture) to move Sofia out of her comfort zone and onto a plane to Barcelona—alone. No men, no pressure, just a solo adventure. At least… until she runs straight into the one man she swore she’d never see again.

Now, Ryan is offering to be her personal tour guide, and Sofia is breaking her own ‘no men’ rule for a new one: keep it vacation-only. Sun, sangria, and maybe a little sizzle. They make a pact for the summer: Thirty days—no falling in love, no risky complications. Really.

Sometimes the best adventures happen when you finally stop running from what scares you the most.

Excerpt:

Sofia – with her best friend, Madison at a bar. A humorous commentary on age gap dating
Madison swiveled on the bar stool and scanned the seating area. It was far from packed, with only a handful of tables occupied. Suddenly, she blurted, “Let’s play a game of I Spy.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
She proceeded, ignoring my question. “I spy with my little eye… something gray with something red.”
“Are you kidding me?” When she rolled her eyes at me, I gave in and scanned the room. I spotted a gray-haired man in a dark gray suit. He was speaking directly to the woman’s cleavage, fringed by a red dress. “Do you mean that couple over there?”
“Ding. You earned a point. How much younger is that hussy in red?”
“I’d say a ratio of thirty-five to sixty.” Now I realized what she was up to. I picked out another couple. “I spy with my little eye, something bald with something blond.”
Madison barked a laugh. “They’re making this way too easy,” she said, her voice too loud. The bald man noticed her stare, given that their table was only a few feet away. He shot her a look, his gray eyebrows lifting against the lines on his forehead. It could have meant anything, but I laid odds he was thinking, “WTF?”
As soon as Madison opened her mouth to speak, I preemptively cringed. “Sorry, my friend thought you looked familiar. Our mistake. You and your daughter have a nice evening.”
The man glowered at us at the same time Rick broke into a hysterical fit of laughter from behind the bar. Not even the noise of ice rattling inside the shaker could disguise his utter amusement. Simultaneously, we pivoted, our backs to the bald guy. I covered my face in my hands, nearly imploding trying to stifle the giggles. After my shoulders stopped vibrating, I said, “How do the men get away with it?”
Madison answered, “They just can. It’s socially acceptable. And if they have money, there are no limits. Women fall for money, status, and power.”
“So much for gender equality. It’s the same old status quo. If I did that, I’d be labeled a predatory cougar. Women are judged for dating even five years younger.”
Madison took a long pull of her drink, then slammed her glass down on the bar. “So, fight back. There must be a way to find this Ryan dude.”
After a moment, I peeled his card out of my purse. “There’s one thing I neglected to mention.” Cringing, I plunged ahead. “He invited me to go to Barcelona with him.”

About the Author

Marcella Steele is an American author/screenwriter who now writes with her laptop precariously balanced on a café table in Barcelona, but can sometimes be found dreaming up stories on a terrace in Bali or on a balcony in Paris. Marcella champions the radical idea that women over forty are just getting started and her contemporary romance/women’s fiction novels celebrate love, passion, and self-discovery at any age. With her passion for travel, she delights in bringing the reader along to discover the magic of faraway places. When she’s not writing, she’s planning her next adventure or practicing her spins on a salsa dance floor.

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