Discover the magic of New York Times bestseller Melissa Foster's writing, and see why millions of readers have fallen in love with the Love in Bloom series.
When tragedy strikes, best friends turn to insatiable lovers...But harsh realities may tear them apart. Harborside Nights is a sexy, hot, and evocatively real contemporary romance series featuring a group of friends who have known one another for years as "summer" friends, and come together after college to build their lives. They're tough, edgy, and accepting--most of the time.
IN CATCHING CASSIDY...
Wyatt Armstrong never imagined that instead of celebrating his college graduation, he and his twin sister would be dealing with the death of their parents. Then again, Wyatt had never been one to think past tomorrow. He heads to their summer home in Harborside, Massachusetts, with his best friend Cassidy Lowell in tow, to deal with his parents' death and to try to figure out his next step.
Six foot two, infuriatingly handsome, and flirtatious, Wyatt Armstrong has always been there for Cassidy, helping her pass her classes and fend off unwanted advances, while driving her insane with his one-night stands--but that's what best friends are for, isn't it? Having each other's backs. There was never any doubt that she would accompany him to his family's summer home--but she never expected to begin seeing Wyatt as more than a friend. Or has she been ignoring her feelings all along?
It's impossible to ignore the sizzling heat between them as Wyatt and Cassidy get even closer, but Cassidy knows Wyatt's past, and she has a real job to begin in the fall. Wyatt may be a sure thing for the summer, but Cassidy needs more. For the first time in his life, Wyatt is forced to look toward the future if he doesn't want to lose the one woman who's shared his past and owns his heart.
Catching Cassidy is told in first person POV and written in the loving, raw, and emotional voice readers have come to love by New York Times bestseller Melissa Foster.
READ THE FULL LOVE IN BLOOM SERIES:
SNOW SISTERS: Sisters in Love, Sisters in Bloom, Sisters in White
THE BRADENS (Weston, CO): Lovers at Heart, Reimagined, Destined for Love, Friendship on Fire, Sea of Love, Bursting with Love, Hearts at Play, Promise My Love, Our New Love, Story of Love, Daring Her Love, A Very Braden Christmas
THE BRADENS (Trusty, CO): Taken by Love, Fated for Love, Romancing My Love, Flirting with Love, Dreaming of Love, Crashing into Love, Love at Last
THE BRADENS (Peaceful Harbor, MD): Healed by Love, Surrender My Love, River of Love, Crushing on Love, Whisper of Love, Thrill of Love
THE BRADENS & MONTGOMERYS (Pleasant Hill – Oak Falls) Embracing Her Heart, Anything for Love, Trails of Love – Wild, Crazy Heart, Making You Mine, Searching for Love
THE REMINGTONS: Game of Love, Stroke of Love, Flames of Love, Slope of Love, Read, Write, Love, Touched by Love
SEASIDE SUMMERS: Seaside Dreams, Seaside Hearts, Seaside Sunsets, Seaside Secrets, Seaside Nights, Seaside Embrace, Seaside Lovers, Seaside Whispers
BAYSIDE SUMMERS: Bayside Desires, Bayside Passions, Bayside Heat, Bayside Escape, Coming Soon: Bayside Fantasies and Bayside Romance
THE RYDERS: Seized by Love, Claimed by Love, Chased by Love. Rescued by Love, Swept into Love
TRU BLUE & THE WHISKEYS: Tru Blue, Truly, Madly, Whiskey, Driving Whiskey Wild, Wicked Whiskey Love, Mad about Moon
HARBORSIDE NIGHTS: Catching Cassidy, Discovering Delilah, Tempting Tristan, Coming Soon: Chasing Charley, Breaking Brandon
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“HEY, ARMY! GET the hell over here!” my buddy Carter Young yells from the corner, where he’s filling his plastic cup with beer. Some girl’s running her fingers through his blond hair with a fuck-me look in her eyes.
I push from the couch and look at my watch, wondering where the hell Cassidy is. It’s Saturday night at eight o’clock, and my buddy Carter’s graduation party is in full swing. I can hardly believe I’m finally out of college. Four years felt like forever when I was going to classes, playing football, and trying to keep my head above water with my grades so my parents would stay off my ass. Looking back, even now, on the day we graduated, it seems like four years went by really fast. Strange how that happens.
Carter widens his glassy blue eyes and hollers again. “Army! Come on, man. It’s our last party. Get your ass over here and toast with me.”
I’ve known Carter since we were freshmen, when we were eyeing the same girl in one of our classes. I can’t even remember which class it was, but I remember what he said to me on the way out the door that morning. I’ll flip you for her. The son of a bitch won the coin toss, and we’ve been each other’s wingmen ever since. Carter calls me Army because he says Wyatt Armstrong is a pussy name. Girls hear Army and they’re all over me. Well, except Cassidy. She calls me Wyatt, always has. I pick up a plastic cup and hold it under the nozzle, then check my watch again while he pumps the keg. Come on, Cass. Get here already.
“To freedom!” He crashes his cup into mine, and our beers splash everywhere before we tip our heads back and drain them. “Dude, stop looking at your phone. I’ve watched you pine over Cassidy for four years. She’ll get here when she gets here.”
“Pine, my ass. She’s just a friend and you know it. I swear, if that fucker screws Cassidy over again and she misses this party, I’m going to kick the shit out of him.” My best friend, Cassidy Lowell, has been dating a douche bag for two years. Kyle Warner. Even his name is douchey. He graduated a year ago and works at a furniture store. Loser.
“Dude, fess up. You’ve banged her, right?” Carter flashes one of his come-on-dude-you-can-trust-me smiles.
“No, man. I told you. You don’t bone a girl you’ve known since you were five.” Cassidy’s too good of a friend to sleep with. I’ve known her since we were kids, when she moved into my neighborhood in Connecticut. Her sucky parents are never home, so over the years she’s stayed at our house probably more than her own. Hell, the truth is, we’ve slept together many times. The key word being slept, as in not fooled around.
“That’s fucked up.” Carter stumbles backward and bumps into a hot blonde. “Hey, babe. Lemme ask you something,” he says with his face so close to hers he might as well kiss her. He lifts his cup and points his index finger at me. Carter’s blond hair is a shade lighter than the girl’s. He played football for two years, until he blew out his knee. But he’s still ripped, and the way the girl’s eyeing him, she loves it.
He wraps his arm around her neck and I check my watch again. Goddamn it, Cassidy. I know Kyle’s screwing her over again. He’s always forgetting to pick her up or showing up late, but Cass is a girl, and they can be really stupid when it comes to guys. She forgives him and forgets, until the next time he treats her like she doesn’t matter. I’d like to punch his lights out, but Cass gets pissed when I tell her that.
“If you were him”Carter points to me again“and you had a hot best friend, would you do her?”