Another night out on the town in New York City with her roommate, what could go wrong for Simone?
Waking up in a strange bed, stranding her with the bar’s known player after a major snowstorm, would do it.
What’s a girl to do when they’re snowed in for several days? What’s a girl to do when she starts falling for the player? What should Simone do when she’s unsure of which girl she is of the many romance stories she narrates for a living? Is she the girl being played before the guy finds his true love? Or, is Simone the girl who gets the guy?
(Note: Simone is the older sister of Harper from my short story One Kiss that was featured in the Because Beards anthology.)