Chasing Mrs. Right

Chasing Mrs. Right

by Katee Robert

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Roxanne Stokes doesn't believe in love. She does, however, believe in the sexy-as-sin stranger who literally knocks her off her feet in front of a nightclub. The chemistry sparking between them takes her breath away, and she'll do anything to ease the pain in his eyes…until she realizes the handsome stranger is her best friend's older brother who's just come home from war.

Ian Walser had no idea the gorgeous woman he slept with the night of his homecoming party was his little sister's best friend—or that she'd be gone before morning. Roxanne's touch soothes him in a way nothing else can, and he's not ready to walk away from that yet. Not when spending time with her gave Ian a glimpse of everything he's ever wanted.

When his sister unwittingly pushes them together, he sees his chance. But convincing a woman who doesn't believe in love that she's his Mrs. Right might be harder than any mission Ian's undertaken. Good thing this soldier likes a challenge…

Each book in the Come Undone series is STANDALONE:
* Wrong Bed, Right Guy
* Chasing Mrs. Right
* Two Wrongs, One Right
* Seducing Mr. Right

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781622667871
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 03/25/2013
Series: Come Undone Series , #2
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 263
Sales rank: 87,344
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell stories at her grandpa's knee. She discovered romance novels and never looked back. When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

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When Ian Walser got off the plane in his hometown of Spokane, Washington, all he'd really wanted was a cold beer and twelve hours of undisturbed sleep.

His family and friends had other plans.

He took a long pull from his beer and sighed. At least he'd gotten one of those things. All around him, people milled in the semidarkness of the club. Elle and her new boyfriend sat at the other end of the long table, and he thanked his lucky stars they were more interested in each other than him. To be fair, he'd shut his sister down every time she came over and tried to talk to him. He just wanted to be alone.

It wasn't in the cards for him tonight, though. Along with his baby sister, the crowd was filled with old high school friends he hadn't bothered to keep up with, aside from the occasional phone call or e-mail. It wasn't that he'd wanted to cut all ties with this place when he'd shipped out overseas — he'd just never been good at long-distance communication. Hell, outside of his family, the only person he talked to regularly these days was Nathan, and his best friend hadn't been able to make it tonight.

Ian's mother perched on the chair next to him, effectively blocking any chance of escape. Even knowing he was safe here, the familiar tightness started in his chest. He wanted to ask his mom to move, to let him have the end seat at the table, but then he'd have to explain himself, and he hadn't seen fit to share all the gory details of his most recent tour. As bad as it had been with Nathan by his side when they'd been in Iraq, it had been a thousand times worse when he'd shipped out to Afghanistan alone. Just thinking about it had the pressure building in his chest.

He made a conscious effort to breathe — in through his nose, hold for three seconds, out through his mouth.

It didn't help.

Neither did his mother.

"Your sister went through all the effort to plan this party and you've spent the entire time sitting in the corner, glaring at anyone who tries to talk to you. You're being rude."

As much as he loved his mother, dealing with her was the last thing he needed right now. "No one asked me if I wanted this."

If he had been asked, he would have found a way out of it. But there'd been no time to escape once Elle picked him up from the airport and hustled him here, barely giving him enough time to shower at her place on the way.

Here, with the country music twanging, balloons attached to every available surface, and the clash of too many people in too small a space, his nerves were shot, and he had a nasty headache starting. A trio of laughing women bumped into the table, one of them falling against the balloons on the farthest corner. One of the balloons popped, startling him half out of his skin despite the fact that he knew it was coming. He dug his fingers into the table, fighting for control, but there was too much noise, too much movement, too much everything.

"Ian Christopher Walser —"

Elle chose that moment to jump to her feet, looking like a virgin sacrifice in a den of iniquity wearing a white dress with her hair pulled up. "Mom! I just had the best idea about the wedding."

Their mom zeroed in on her like a shark scenting blood. "I hardly think —"

"Come on." Elle hustled around the table, grabbed their mother's hand, and practically dragged her out of her seat. She paused long enough to peek around the closest cluster of red, white, and blue balloons to wink at Ian, and then they were gone, disappearing through the mass of people.

That had been a close one. He rubbed his hands over his face and then down his sternum, where the pressure hadn't decreased. If anything, it was a thousand times worse, like there was an invisible gargoyle on his chest, slowly smothering him.

Christ, he had to get out of here before he lost it. He was already having a hard time holding still. He kept reaching for where his gun should be holstered — had been holstered. Not anymore, though. Ian wouldn't survive another tour. Or rather, his body would probably survive, but he wasn't sure his sanity would. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had more than four hours of nightmare-free sleep.

He finished his ... Honestly, he wasn't sure how many beers he'd had. Not enough to dull the irrational shit flickering through his head. It didn't help that the owner of the club he was currently sitting in belonged to his baby sister's thug of a fiancé.

That, at least, gave him something to focus on besides his own misery. Gabe Schultz was a scary motherfucker, tall and packed with enough muscle to make most guys think twice before messing with him. His best friend — Gabe's little brother, Nathan — had the same build, but at least Nathan had a reason for it when he was in the service. His baby sister's new guy, on the other hand, looked like trouble. Just like the asshole she'd dated before Ian had stepped in and put an end to that.

Maybe focusing on Elle and Gabe wasn't the best idea he'd had either because the room suddenly felt even hotter. Hoping moving around would calm him down, he slipped out of his seat. The crowd of people seemed to press in on him, smothering him as he made his way to the bar. It was a trick of the mind — no one was actually touching him — but Ian's mind was more than adept at this kind of thing now.

Air. He needed air.

Giving up on the bar, he headed for the elevator like there was a goddamn monster breathing down his neck. A man stepped into his path, his height instantly making him a threat. No, that wasn't right. There were no threats here, and this guy was grinning like they were the best of friends. Ian blinked, belatedly recognizing the face of his old quarterback. Despite playing beside the guy for four years in high school, his name slipped through Ian's fingers like sand.

The guy clapped his shoulder. "Hey, man. Long time, no see."

He couldn't do this now. Even that small touch had him clenching his jaw and scrambling for control. If he didn't get out of here soon, he was going to lose his shit completely. "Yeah." When the guy only grinned wider and looked like he was settling down for a good, long talk, Ian slid around him. "Be right back."

If he had anything to say about it, he'd never set foot in this hellhole again. Elle's fiancé be damned.

Ian stopped trying to hold himself in check and more or less jogged the last few steps past the elevator to the stairwell. As soon as the door closed behind him and he hit the stairs running, the music dimmed to a dull throbbing sound. Helpful, but not near enough. He caught a glimpse of the bouncer's raised eyebrows as he shoved through the door on the ground floor and made for the exit.

It distracted him enough that he didn't see the woman until he ran her over.


Ian had the presence of mind to control their fall so she landed on his lap instead of scraping her face all to hell on the concrete outside the door to the club, but he took the full force of the impact. He blinked at the sky for a second while he relearned how to breathe, but his instincts, born of too many combat situations, wouldn't let him lie there for long. Might as well paint a target on his forehead. He rolled to the side and immediately got an eyeful of beautiful brunette.

She frowned down at him, the expression doing nothing to take away from her old-school movie star looks. Why the hell was he noticing her looks right now? No doubt she was about to rip him a new one. He braced himself — he deserved it after knocking her down like this — but she just frowned harder and gave his shoulder a push. When he realized he still had his arms around her, Ian climbed to his feet and pulled her up with him. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry."

She leaned around him and eyed the door he'd just blown through. "Where's the fire?"

At the reminder of the scene he'd just left, his chest tightened all over again. "I don't want to talk about it."

She opened her mouth — probably to deliver the scathing comment she'd held back initially — but stopped and really looked at him. Under those green eyes, he felt stripped bare, as if she could see every single thing he tried to hide from the rest of the world.

He hated it.

Before he could escape her scrutiny, she smiled. The change took her from gorgeous straight into breathtaking.

"So, you kind of fail at the whole Prince Charming gig," she said, "but think you can help me find something to take care of this?"

She motioned, drawing his attention down her body. Ian temporarily got caught up on the brilliant pink skirt that hugged every curve before he landed on her legs. Though he'd taken the brunt of the fall, she'd skinned up the side of her right leg. It wasn't a serious injury — he'd seen more than a few of those in his time — but there was already a thin line of blood welling along her skin.

"Shit. I am so sorry." He looked around for the bouncer. The man still stood by the door, his arms crossed over his massive chest. "Hey! You got a medic on staff?"

Her eyes went wide. "No, seriously. That's really okay. I was just thinking maybe we could find a first-aid kit." When he moved closer, she held up a hand. "Don't you dare think of carrying me anywhere. It's just a scratch — not like I lost a leg or something."

Blood, he could handle, but loss of limb? The flashback hit so hard that it almost took him to his knees. How one second Jones was there, the next he was laid out, both of his legs gone. The man had made it, but Ian still had nightmares about those first few seconds after the IED exploded, how the pale sand had been coated with red and darker things.

"Hey." The woman snapped her fingers in front of his face, startling him back to the present. She was frowning again. "Are you okay?"

The fact that she had the balls to ask that when she was the one bleeding made him fist his hands. "I'm fine."

"Oh, I seriously doubt that, physical perfection aside."

He was still trying to process her response when the woman touched his shoulder, the press of her fingers opening up something in his chest. Something ...freeing. Ian closed his eyes for a moment, taking his first full breath since he entered the club hours ago.

She kept right on talking, oblivious to the change her touch brought about in him. "Are you really okay? Because most people don't flee a club like there's a scary man with an ax chasing them for no reason."

The choice lay before him — Ian could make up an excuse and leave like a pansy, or he could attempt to carry on a conversation with this woman without looking like he was coming unhinged. He could tell from the look on her face that she wouldn't let this go, so he took another deep breath and went for a half-truth. "I hate clubs. The music is too loud, and the crowds are too thick."

"I can understand that." She took a step closer and slid her hand lower, to his forearm. Her perfume, something light and airy, wrapped around him, holding him in place more firmly than if she'd fastened an anchor to his ankle. Between that and her fingers playing against his skin, the pressure in his chest decreased a bit more. "The top floor has no crowds, and they only play the most tasteful of classical music. It's a pretty chill atmosphere. And quite frankly, you look like you could use some chill right now. What do you say? Want to go in and help me find a first-aid kit?"

Ian didn't want to go back into that club, but he couldn't make himself let go of her hand. A nasty panic attack waited on the edges of this awareness, eating away at his control. But damn it, he needed to make sure she got patched up. He tried to smile. "I should probably buy you a drink, too. Seeing as how I knocked you down and all."

"Darling, you just said the magic words." She grinned again and gave his arm a squeeze that made the five steps toward the door feel manageable. "I'm a sucker for a man who wines and dines me. And if you're lucky, I'll even let you play doctor."


As Roxanne led the way into the club, she couldn't help glancing back at the man following her to make sure he was okay. He was so freaking tense she'd be surprised if his entire body didn't hurt tomorrow morning. Muscles weren't meant to be locked up like that. She should have let it go when he said he didn't want to come back inside, but there was something about the haunted look in his inky black eyes that called to her. She couldn't make herself walk away — or stop touching him.

Maybe it was the fact that she'd avoided male company for ... a really long time. All that deprivation obviously made her susceptible to a beautiful man in need. Hell, him knocking her on her ass was the most action she'd seen in months. Even now, her skin tingled from the memory of his body cradling hers.

Loneliness hit her hard enough to take her breath away. A few hours wouldn't hurt, would it? She'd just make sure he was okay, get a little recreational human interaction to go with her Band-Aids, and then go home. Everybody won.

They stopped in front of the elevator, and though she wouldn't have believed it possible, he went ever tenser. Drawn by an impulse she couldn't quite put her finger on, Roxanne stepped closer and slid her hand into his. "It'll be okay. I promise." What was she doing, making promises she had no way of following through on? Hadn't her parents taught her better than that?

But apparently she'd done something right, because he smiled at her, the expression like a rainbow after a devastating thunderstorm. Damn. She abruptly decided she'd do a whole lot more than make promises to keep him smiling like that. Before she could make a fool of herself, the doors opened, and he followed her into the enclosed space, never once letting go of her hand.

As they slid past the country floor, Roxanne felt a pang of guilt. She'd promised she'd show up for her best friend's big brother's homecoming party, but it wasn't like she knew the guy. But hanging out with a golden boy war hero and bunch of his friends didn't sound like much fun after the day she'd had at work. She slanted a glance at the man standing next to her, clutching her hand as if it were a lifeline and doing what she recognized as breathing exercises.

Elle could do without her for one night.

The elevator doors opened, depositing them on the top floor. Roxanne could almost see the muscles in his shoulders relaxing as he stepped into the dim room. There were tables and a few couches scattered around the bar, each with their own lamp, taking up the central part of the room. Combined with the light music, it created a sense of intimacy and calm that couldn't be found on any of the other floors.

She didn't make a habit of hanging out on this floor on the rare occasions she actually came to Gabe's bar — what was the point of going downtown if she wasn't going to dance until her feet cried for mercy? — but it was definitely the right choice for this guy. She motioned at the room. "Couch or table? Your choice."

He hesitated but finally led the way to a fainting couch in the corner. She didn't miss that it was in the least populated corner of the room — or that it faced the exit. Before she could say anything, he guided her down and knelt in front of her to examine her leg. The feeling of his hands on her bare skin shorted out her ability to speak, the warmth of his fingers spreading way farther north than it had any right to from the innocent touch.

God, if she was reacting to this poor guy helping her out, it really had been too long since she'd been touched by a man — or anyone.

When he finally looked up, she was having a hard time drawing a full breath. Despite the fact that he knelt at a totally respectable distance from her, his presence dominated her awareness. Based on the sheer amount of muscle and the hard look of his face, she figured this guy had seen a thing or two — not all of it good — but he rotated her calf this way and that as if she were the most fragile thing in the world.

He took a deep breath as if steeling himself and said, "Stay here. I'll be right back."


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Chasing Mrs. Right 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 90 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved thisl! Ian is a sexy but troubled soldier who sets his sights on his sister's best friend. If you read Wrong Bed Right Guy, you will remember these characters from Gabe and Elle's book. It was alot of fun to see Gabe and Elle again too! Hot and sexy. Recommend this one to anybody that loves steamy romance and military heroes.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fabulous! Loved her debut, loved this one! Ian was so hot and sexily damaged. Beautiful story. Can't wait for Nathan's story!
Heather_Anne11 More than 1 year ago
I received this book on Tuesday and finished it today. It's a quick read and one you don't want to put down. When thinking about a way to describe this book, I would say that it is a perfect mix between fantasy and reality. Ian and Roxanne have that connection that just is and I found myself anxious for them to work through their issues. Both characters are very easy to relate to, whether that be with family issues, relationship issues, abandonment, etc. I would say the only thing I was hesitant about with this book was how quickly they professed their love to one another. It actually surprised me, but it also showed the growth and development of Roxanne. The chemistry between Ian and Roxanne was spot on! A great read! Can't wait to see what happens with Nathan...
xCynyx More than 1 year ago
Chasing Mrs. Right is a quick read, or maybe I liked it so much I read it fast.  Ian just got back from his second tour in Afghanistan and his family has a welcome party all planned and ready for him. Problem? Ian has PTSD and a crowed club is the last place he wants to be in.  Roxanne had a terrible day at the office and having to go to a party to welcome her best friend's brother isn't on the top of her To-Do list.  But then, this hot stranger runs over her and her night may not be that bad after all... Ian and Rox send the sparks flying and the fire going since the moment they set eyes (and other body parts) in each other. They are intense, they're scared and they still manage to have some fun and teasing conversations! “I get it—the whole sweating it out thing. I do yoga. Concentrating on breathing, and perfecting and holding the poses, actually takes a lot more effort than you’d think. It’s my happy place.” “Yeah, I’ve heard it’s great for that. I’m not exactly a yoga guy though.” “What? You mean you don’t want to work on your flexibility? I’m so disappointed.” His grin was quick and wicked. “The advantage to being the guy is that I don’t have to be as flexible as my partner does.” (I'll let you guys go wild with your imagination for a bit.... ok moving on!) Chasing Mrs. Righ is the second installment of the Come Undone series, but you don't have to read them in order to understand. Roxanne doesn't believe in love, so anything more than a couple of nights of fun  is completely out of question. But when she sees Ian and she feels him relax under her touch she can't help but want to be there for him. Ian knows he's too mess up to go into a relationship but he needs Rox more than anything right now. I really loved the relationship between them. It's fast, it's physical and it's emotional. Really it has everything. While Ian's need for Roxanne is easier to see and probably more basic, Rozanne's need for Ian is as strong and as important. I wished there was more to Ian's problems, but Roxanne's were really well developed and make it up. What I really, really loved about this though was Ian's reaction to that need. I don't want to spoil anything but sometimes, people get so dependable of another person is just not healthy and he sees that. And that's probably my favorite part. And also the one I kinda hated... but hey, we all love some hate - love relationship! Oh! lets not forget about the steamy steamy scenes. They're perfect and so well written. You don't want to read this on the bus... really, just don't! Another thing were the secondary characters. While the wasn't a lot to them, because they get their own stories, they all give a little push to the main characters in the right direction. And the end... it's just perfect and cute and awesome. The grand gesture is so lovely and in tune with each other that it had me smiling like a fool! Chasing Mrs. Right is quick intense read that I couldn't put down. The romance, sexy times and some funny parts complement each other so well! And the entire book is written beautifully. I really enjoyed it and I can't wait to read the other two books in the series. I'm really interested in Nathan's story... he sounds like he could really use some love!
BookAddictedMom More than 1 year ago
A chance meeting between Ian and Roxanne leads to a night of passion... Ian is back from his second tour in Afghanistan. He barely gets off the plane and he is bombarded by a welcome home party from his baby sister. Ian finds himself unable to handle it and flees the scene. Roxanne is not interested in love or a boyfriend, or commitments. They lead to bad things. She has been taught well to rely on no-one but herself. She has erected a bulletproof wall around her heart. Too bad she meets a straight shooter who doesn't play fair. They have combustible chemistry. Roxanne could give in and let him in, but at what cost? Ian could fall in love, but would he ever be whole again, and be enough to be truly wanted? This story shows us two unlikely lovers who aren't looking for love, but cupid struck them both and fate has other plans for them. This was a great second story for this series, the first book being [book:Wrong Bed, Right Guy|15762975]. Great chemistry, a quick and feisty hot read. 4 Erotic Romance Stars.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
## Another great read by Ms. Robert. I enjoyed Gabe & Elle's story (even though I didn't care for Elle), so I gave this one a try. I'm glad I did. The beginning was so amazing, with the flirting and teasing. Really sexy. Then the heroine had a brain fart and became a witch for about 3 chapters, but did finally redeem herself. And the hero.....Holy Moly he was hot. Mmmmm, Ms. Robert knows how to write heroes! Between Gabe and Ian, I'm still fanning myself. She just needs to work on her heroines. I'm looking forward to Nathan's story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was an OK read but nothing more. It was, above all, predictable. Much of the book is spent with her denying her feelings and obsessed with her issues of abandonment, whereas the guy has to go out of his way to romance her and pamper her despite his own PTSD. And when she finally accepts her feelings, then his issues surface and bababoom, back to basis until all is forgiven and they find their happily ever after. There was little character development and no solid plot. It was disappointing because I had really liked Elle and Gabe story in 'Wrong bed, right guy'.
ljtljtljt More than 1 year ago
Good Book! Entangled Publishing provided this book free of charge in exchange for a book review. This is the first book I have read from author Katee Robert and it definitely won't be the last. I enjoyed this book very much. The characters were real and easily identifiable with the world we live in. I especially liked Ian, the main male character. His story was extremely well written and developed. The author expressed his emotions, doubts and fears with palpable realism. I did like Roxanne, the main female character, especially when her "inner voice" spoke to her during various predicaments. However, I would have liked a little more detail on her upbringing and prior relationships. Elle, Roxanne's best friend and Ian's sister was a great secondary character. She added a lot connection within the storyline. I will read more from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed this couple , Nathan next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book
terferj More than 1 year ago
I thought this was a great addition to the series. It starts with Ian at a welcome home party thrown for him. He couldn't deal with it so he bolts and runs right into Roxanne. Their chemistry starts off smoking, but they have issues they have to work out. Can't wait until the next book on Nathan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this story! Can't wait until the third one comes out!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. Very enjoyable. Also loved the first book wrong bed right guy. Can't wait for Nathan's story!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Second book in the series lived up to my expectations and more! Ian's finally home after his tour. Having been in war really affected him mentally, having a hard time with crowds, trying to get use to civilian life. Roxanne, Elle's best friend, swore off love due to things that happened in her past. When Ian and Roxanne's paths collide things take a calming affect. Safety they hadn't known they would ever feel! I really enjoyed this book and can't wait to find out if Nathan gets the girl he let get away!!
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feather_lashes More than 1 year ago
★★★½ Chasing Mrs. Right is the second installment in Katee Robert's adult contemporary romance series titled Come Undone. This novel starts off as a one-night-stand with characters who will unknowingly be seeing each other again. You see, she's his sister's best friend and he just came back from deployment. This relationship was both fun and emotional to watch, as the subject of coping with the aftermath of combat was a loud presence for the hero in this story. I enjoyed this one and especially appreciated Ms. Robert showcasing this issue for readers. Check it out! My favorite quote: "Someone needed to come up with a way to take back text. It would solve a world full of problems."
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I've re-read this book several timed.
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I love the story line for these 2. Ian and Roxanne are wonderful together.
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