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Love, Accidentally: An eShort Story
Love, Accidentally: An eShort Story
Love, Accidentally: An eShort Story
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Love, Accidentally: An eShort Story

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From the author of The Opposite of Me and Skipping a Beat, an original eBook short story that shows whom we fall in love with may be the biggest—and happiest—accident of all.

Ilsa Brown wasn’t expecting a little, injured dog to lead her to the love of her life. But within months of their first meeting on a street corner in L.A., she and Grif, the dog’s owner, are engaged. Things between them are so blissful that Ilsa is stunned by the tension that erupts during their visit to Chicago to meet his parents, where she discovers that Grif’s old girlfriend, Elise, is still woven into his family. What Ilsa needs to know before she can walk down the aisle is whether Elise is still in Grif’s heart, too. 

Featuring a character from Sarah Pekkanen’s original eBook short story All Is Bright, Love, Accidentally is surprising and heartfelt. It’s a story about taking chances and choosing hope, and discovering what it means to love someone—and to let go of someone you love. 
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Release dateDec 13, 2011
ISBN9781451674347
Love, Accidentally: An eShort Story
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Sarah Pekkanen

SARAH PEKKANEN is the #1 New York Times bestselling co-author of four novels of suspense including The Golden Couple and The Wife Between Us, and the solo author of the thriller Gone Tonight. A passionate volunteer for rescue animals, she serves as an Ambassador for RRSA India and works hands-on in India to heal and vaccinate street dogs. She lives just outside of Washington, D.C., with her family.

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  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Its a very short story and ended very unexpectedly but Good! The author has known where to put a ".". The book is about unexpectedly meeting someone passing by the streets and where the story can actually go if we let, beautiful variation about the topic how you can meet your future bf.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    This spinoff to the short story All Is Bright was just as enjoyable as its predecessor. In this story we hear from Ilsa, the woman who takes over the space in Griffin's heart now that Elisa (the heroine in All Is Bright) has vacated. She instantly feels an electric chemistry with Griffin from the moment they meet. Their relationship is a whirlwind and it doesn't seem strange, at first, that Griffin proposes to her just six weeks after they started dating. That is until she starts wondering how much Griffin might still feel for Elise.When Griffin and Ilsa go home to meet his parents a few weeks after becoming engaged, she realizes just how engrained in their family dynamic Griffin's ex girlfriend truly is. She is already a part of the family and the way they purposely try not to discuss her makes Ilsa feel like an outsider. She cannot help the jealousy that surfaces or her ultimate need to meet this woman and see for herself what Griffin had given up. I think most people can relate to the feeling that they are treading on already covered ground when dating someone who has either recently broken up with someone else or has had a long term relationship before them. How Ilsa handles these feelings and her ultimate meeting with Elise show her as a vulnerable yet enigmatic character and one I hope Sarah Pekkanen writes more of in the future.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Another good short story that made me feel that the book ended abruptly. This book has the same characters as All is bright but this book is told through Ilsa's eyes. I liked it but had a hard time reading through Ilsa's jealousy even if I couldn't blame her. Maybe I just didn't connect with her like I did Elise. Either way I'd recommend it.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I adore e-short stories! Sarah is a wonderful author (I just discovered with her new book “The Best of Us” (a 5 star), which I read first, so diving into reading her other previous books. (I usually start with new ones which pull me into the author and then start backwards).

    Being in the online media world, front covers are a big draw as well as reading works of my favorite authors---especially with e-books, as the crisp colors are so appealing since you do not have the typical print front cover to view. Love Accidently has a feel good front cover and e-stories are very short you can start at midnight, get teased and a “preview” of what is to come, plus they are inexpensive.

    The story grabs you from the beginning at the setting of a sidewalk café, Ilsa Brown sees a dog get hit in a car accident, and since she is a vet, runs to the scene and this is where she meets Griff, the dog’s owner (of course the meeting lasts and turns into a relationship-having cancelled on the date she was originally meeting).

    All is well; however, when traveling to meet his wonderful parents in Chicago, she discovers Grif’s old girlfriend (a since kindergarten love-worst kind). She discovers she must learn more about this connection prior to walking down the aisle with her new love. Be sure and read “All is Bright” another e-short story with the girlfriend’s perspective, and some of same characters

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Love, Accidentally

ILSA BROWN’S HEAD whipped around at the sound of a woman’s scream.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings, sweeping past the gaggle of impossibly beautiful young women at an outdoor café, the traffic-snarled L.A. intersection, the canopy of oak trees dappled gold by the early-evening July sun. Her gaze finally settled on a guy sitting on a curb a dozen yards away, clutching a brown bundle in his arms.

As she drew closer, she could hear the man saying, It’s okay, buddy.

A woman, tanned and ropy-looking as a walnut, stood on the pavement next to her idling white Land Rover, a hand over her mouth. The screamer, Ilsa surmised, noting the woman’s tennis whites and vaguely wondering if she had a matching vehicle for every ensemble. You scared me to death! the walnut-woman shouted. You really need to keep better control of your dog.

He’s not my—look, lady, I think you rolled over his foot. How about apologizing instead of yelling at us?

She extended her middle finger, then climbed into her Land Rover and drove off, catching the last second of the yellow light as she peeled away.

Hi. Ilsa squatted down next to the guy. Can I help?

I don’t think so. He looked up at her, and the annoyance lingering on his face evaporated. Thanks, though.

As Ilsa’s eyes met his, she caught her breath. Something shifted within her, a flutter that felt like recognition, even though she was quite certain she’d never seen him before. To hide her confusion, she did what came naturally: She reached out with her strong, thin fingers—the two crescent-shaped scars on the back of her right hand gleaming pale and smooth—and began to examine the little mixed-breed dog. His stomach was pliant—no blood pooling there from internal injuries, fortunately—but the position of his rear left leg worried her. Hey, sweetie, I’m going to check something, she whispered to the dog. She pulled her hand away at his whimper. It might be broken.

The guy exhaled loudly. I’ll take him home and call around to try to find a vet. I’ve only had him for a week. Actually, I’m just fostering him. . . . It’s kind of a long story.

Tell me on the way to my clinic, she said. We can walk; it’s only a few blocks away. We’ll take an X-ray and get him fixed up there.

The guy looked at her, and Ilsa registered deep brown eyes, a slightly off-center nose, and thick dark hair that looked, blessedly, as if it had never tangoed with an overpriced styling product. Ilsa’s last boyfriend had required more space on the bathroom shelves than she did—and she was a serious fan of all things Sephora.

You’re a veterinarian? he said. No kidding?

She nodded. Yup. I’m Ilsa, by the way.

Ilsa? he repeated.

Short for Elizabeth, she said. My sister couldn’t say my full name when I was born, and it kind of stuck.

He extended the hand that wasn’t cradling the dog. Griffin—but most people call me Grif. Are you sure I’m not ruining your night? he asked. Aren’t you heading out on a date or something?

She smiled and stood up, suddenly glad she’d applied lip gloss and changed into her favorite ice-blue linen sundress before leaving work. Nope, she lied. It’s my turn to be on call. So this little guy’s timing is perfect. What’s his name, by the way?

Grif groaned. I was hoping you wouldn’t ask.

She raised an eyebrow as he muttered something.

"Fabio? She burst into laughter. Did you just say Fabio? Like the guy on the butter commercials?"

It’s not butter, though apparently people can’t believe it, Grif said, grinning. Some woman who had a crush on Fabio named the dog after him. I didn’t know that when I agreed to foster him, by the way, or it would’ve been a deal breaker. I tried giving him manly names like Buster, but he refuses to answer to anything but Fabio.

Ilsa looked into the mutt’s bulging eyes and stroked his head. Totally fits him, she said, struggling to keep a straight face. He’s a heartbreaker.

Grif stood up, and she felt it again, that little shimmer in the vicinity of her solar plexus. Physically they were opposites—she had blue eyes and hair so blond that some people asked if she was of Scandinavian ancestry. And even though she was wearing heels, Grif stood half a foot taller than she.

Lead the way, he said, falling into step beside her. Weird how things like this happen, huh?

She looked up at him. What, that a veterinarian was walking by just when you needed one?

Grif shook his head. No, he said slowly. That there I was, wondering why everyone I’ve met in L.A. lately seems to be a jerk. . . . And then you came along.

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FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER, Ilsa had changed into green scrubs, Fabio was heavily sedated, and Grif was breathing into a paper bag.

Don’t feel bad. It freaks everyone out,

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