Lovers' Quarrel

By Kate Ashgrove

True love might be on the air!

Lovers' Quarrel is one of the hottest radio programs around, and Karina Kruz is the reason why. Fueled by her own secrets, Karina has dedicated herself to ridding the city of infidelity one call at a time. But she may have met her match when she crosses Ben Adler, who loses his girlfriend and budding career thanks to the show. When Ben tries to redeem himself, he and Karina make a wager that will end up pitting the two of them against each other over the air in Ben's own hometown. But with Karina stirring things up, the good people of Willow Grove aren't the only ones in danger of falling in love. 

Lovers' Quarrel by Jessica L. Randall is a sweet romance for the ages. With its familiar but fresh characters and witty banter it might just be love at first read. 

Pick up your copy of Lovers' Quarrel and start the search for true love today

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Randall
• Release date: Dec 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9798201160104

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Chapter 1

Jenna

Jenna snuck into her mother’s room and crept to the closet, feeling like she was six years old rather than twenty-six. She felt around in the dark, careful not to make a sound. Finally her hands brushed across the worn shoe box. She opened it and pulled out the three-inch heels, picturing the cherry-red color as she ran her finger across the smooth surface. Then, clutching them close, she tip-toed out, leaving her mother shifting on the creaky mattress.

With a feeling of reverence, she slipped on the shoes. She stood in front of the cracked full-length mirror, turning this way and that. Nothing she wore was her own. Her friend Tali had lent her the black dress. Jenna liked the way it hugged her curves and flared slightly at the knees. It wouldn’t pass for a Vera Wang, but Jenna hoped it was enough to help her blend in. Blending in was key when you were attending a high-class function you hadn’t been invited to, and hoped to make your way out of with as little notice as possible.

Her mother’s red shoes were a nice touch. They made her legs look long and muscular. She might even pass for tall. Most importantly, they’d give Jenna courage, and remind her that she was there for one reason: to help her mom.

Jenna remembered the days when her mother would don these shoes and a nice dress and go out dancing with her father. She could almost smell her mother’s perfume as she’d take Jenna’s face in her hands to kiss her goodbye.

But their lives had changed so drastically since then. Her father had passed away when she was a junior in high school, and her mother’s health had started declining during Jenna’s senior year when the first symptoms of her mother’s autoimmune disease appeared.

Jenna tucked a strand of blonde hair back and perfected the line of her lipstick with her fingertip. Tires crackled on the pea-gravel outside, and she headed to the door. Jenna paused, wondering if she should bring a jacket, since the weather had turned cool in the evenings. But she realized that everything she had would look ridiculous with her dress, so bare arms would have to do.

She closed the hollow door of the single-wide behind her and hurried to Tali’s car. But before she reached it she heard the creak and slam of a screen door.

Honey. The smoke-scarred voice reached her, along with the shuffle of slippers on gravel.

Smiling, Jenna turned around. Gertie hung over the once-white fence between their trailers, her colorful house dress puckering between the wooden slats.

Hi, Gertie.

Where you going, looking so hot this whole park’s likely to be burned to the ground before I can even call the fire department? Gertie’s laughter came in short, rough bursts.

I’m just going to a party with Tali. Jenna hoped Gertie didn’t catch the lie in her voice. The old woman would just worry if she knew the two of them planned to turn that party into a protest against the insurance company that had been denying her mother’s claims for years.

I never seen you dolled up like that. Gertie looked Jenna up and down, her expression suspicious and a little concerned. Your mother know?

She’s asleep.

Gertie nodded. I’ll check in on her.

Jenna hurried over and gave Gertie a quick hug. Thanks. I shouldn’t be back too late.

Better not be. That pretty dress might turn back into used lotto tickets and shopping bags. Gertie laughed again. I’m just kidding, honey. You go have fun. Heaven knows you deserve it.

Jenna’s smile was forced. Going to a party for fun? That wasn’t her life. It was going to be wild night, though—maybe even the kind that could land her in jail.

Tali started to squeal when she opened the door, but Jenna put her finger to her lips.

Tali looked like she was about to burst, but she waited until the car bumped its way over pot-holes all the way out of the trailer park. Girl, you do look hot, she screamed. She made a sizzling sound as she poked at Jenna’s behind.

Jenna laughed, swatting away her hand. I know, right? You look pretty cute yourself.

Tali was wearing a short, blue prom dress she’d picked up at the thrift shop where Jenna worked. It was formal, but a little on the short side. Her hair was swept into an up-do, with some of her magenta tips still showing. Jenna had meant what she said. Tali always looked fabulous, and she definitely had style. But she couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Even in her black formal dress, Jenna was afraid she’d stick out like a sore thumb. Knowing Tali though, if someone suggested she didn’t belong, she’d bring them down with one crusty, condescending look.

You’d never know we were a couple of girls from the wrong side of town, Tali said.

Jenna rolled her eyes. If you ask me, we’re headed to the wrong side of town. Just the thought of mingling with those disgusting people, drinking champagne and celebrating while hard-working, decent people—

You don’t have to tell me, Tali cut in. But her eyes were sympathetic. Suddenly she smiled mischievously. Just try to stuff it all deep down inside and be pretty and charming for a little while. Then you can let it burst into a big, ugly, PR nightmare for TrueLife Insurance.

Jenna nodded firmly again. Thanks, Tali. I can’t believe you’re up for this. Actually, scratch that, I can.

You know I’m up for a good time any time I can get it. And I totally respect your disdain for the overprivileged, but forgive me if I enjoy pretending to be one of the rich and famous just a little while.

Just don’t let it go to your head. You got the stuff?

Tali motioned to the back seat.

Jenna smiled, turning to grab the two contraptions so she could tuck them into their purses. When activated, they would splatter red paint all over, hopefully ruining the fancy black tuxedo of Devon Ward, the new CEO of TrueLife Insurance Company. If all went well, they’d use the delayed timer, and be out of there by the time it happened.

Tali came up with their most creative protests. She thought the red paint would be dramatic, a message that blood was on their hands. As exhilarating as it all was, Jenna had to admit she was nervous, though. Usually their plans involved less property damage.

Tali seemed to pick up on Jenna’s nerves. This is gonna be a fun night! she shouted, leaning over to nudge Jenna with her elbow. Jenna laughed, cueing up Fancy by Reba McEntire on her phone and plugging it into Tali’s jack. They sang together at the top of their lungs as they drove toward Federal Heights, the most affluent neighborhood in Salt Lake City.

When they finally reached the skyscrapers, glowing with the reflected sunset light, they headed up North Temple and into the avenues. Jenna always loved driving past the large old homes full of character. This part of the avenues was an interesting mix of wealthy people who took pride in the upkeep of these historic homes and struggling college students who divvied up the rooms of the less expensive ones. But as they drove further up into the mountains, newer homes began to appear. They drove past sixties ranches, then split levels, all meticulously cared for. Jenna had never been this far up above the avenues.

She turned the radio off, looking around nervously. The homes were nice, and the view alone made them worth a fortune, but they didn’t look grand enough for a party like this. Maybe we missed it.

You worry too much, Tali said.

Stacked boulders and dry grasses lined the narrow road as the homes got further apart. The houses were nestled into the mountain side, and they all faced the city, where they could look down up on the lower class. The deepening twilight made it even harder to get a good look at them. But Jenna could tell they were much larger and newer than the ones they’d seen a few minutes ago.

Man, what I’d do to live in one of these houses, Tali said, a dreamy look in her eyes. I’m not picky, any one of them would do. As long as it has a pool, and I’m sure they all do.

The road curved around, revealing a large iron gate. The navigation app dinged. Your destination is on your right.

Tali slowed and turned down the tree lined drive, which led them around to the front of the house. Jenna’s draw dropped, and Tali gasped. Lights glowed in the huge windows and shined on the creamy stone exterior of the three story mansion. A large fountain danced in the center of the circle drive, its performance almost as good as the one Jenna had once seen in Vegas. People were strutting inside arm-in-arm or chatting outside in tuxedos and flowing gowns. A knot formed in Jenna’s stomach, and not just because of the way these people were living while her mother was slowly dying on a crappy thin mattress in a single-wide.

They’re going to know. They’re not going to let us in, Jenna said, twisting her fingers together.

We have an invitation, Tali said calmly.

It’s stolen!

They’re not going to know that. We totally look like Mike-from-work’s-great-Aunt-Winifred-who-can’t-even-remember-she-was-invited-plus-guest.

Jenna swallowed. Okay, but which one of us looks like a Winifred? It’s an old lady name.

"You are Winifred. I’m your charming niece."

Jenna couldn’t help laughing. Cousin, maybe. How about you’re Winifred, and I owe you big time?

You already owe me big time. I could turn this car around right now, Tali said sternly.

Fine. The knot only twisted tighter at Tali’s mention of the car. The dented-up, twelve-year-old Taurus was totally not going to blend in.

Where do we park? Tali asked.

Jenna noticed a young man in a suit standing at the curb. I think you don’t park. There’s a valet.

Of course there’s a valet, Tali said in her snootiest accent. A hot valet.

Jenna frowned. Makes a quick getaway difficult. We better hope things go smoothly.

They pulled up and Tali put the car in park. The excitement and nerves made the air between them nearly electric as they looked at each other.

Ready? Jenna asked.

Crap, I forgot to google what Devon Ward looks like.

Devon had only been running TrueLife for a few months, after his father passed away. Jenna hadn’t done a lot of research on him yet, but she knew the company was just as bad under his leadership as it had been under his father’s.

We’ll do it inside. Jenna took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she stepped out of the car, giving the valet a wide smile. He held his hand out. Tali hurried over to shake it, but Jenna nudged her hard with her elbow. She dug into her purse, trying to shield the device inside from his view, as if he’d notice or care what she had in her purse. Finally her fingers found a crunched up bill. She pulled it out, looking anything but elegant as she smoothed it out. Crap. It was a twenty. She paused, reaching toward her purse to see if she could find anything else, then she stopped herself. She looked up at the young man, who was watching her as if he’d never seen such a ridiculous display. With a flourish, she handed him the bill.

Don’t spend it all in one place, Tali called as they walked away.

Shhh. Jenna nudged her again.

Tali only giggled. What? Did you see the way he looked at you?

I have a feeling we’d better get used to it, Jenna said, trying to fake confidence and grace as she reached the grand entrance.

Chapter 2

Devon

Devon stood still, his posture tense as Charles smoothed his lapels.

Will that do it? Devon asked. Would I make my father proud?

Charles raised an eyebrow. If so, it would be a first.

Devon laughed. Charles, his father’s right hand man and president of the company, had been affectionately hurling insults at Devon since his first big growth spurt.

Well, you have to start some time. Devon’s own words rang hollow. Why did he have to start some time? Ever since he’d tucked his business degree away in a closet and headed for Europe instead of working for his father’s company as planned, his father had been anything but proud of him.

So why did he care what his father thought now that he was dead?

He didn’t. He’d cared about the pain in