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Wicked Wedding by Sawyer Bennett
Wicked Wedding, an all-new sexy standalone novel, from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sawyer Bennett is available NOW!
It all started with a wedding…
Well, three weddings, to be exact. The one that happened, the one that went up in flames, and the one nobody saw coming.
Andrew Collings has seen a lot of things living in Vegas. Hell, he’s done a lot of things. But one thing he’s never witnessed is a beautiful brunette, hitchhiking her way into the city, wearing a wedding dress. Until now, that is.
Brynne Adams is running away from a broken heart. She expected a lot of things from her wedding day but finding photos of her fiancé and maid of honor and best man in a compromising position wasn’t one of them. She most certainly never imagined that she’d end up marrying the handsome stranger that rescued her from the side of the road that day.
Andrew and Brynne’s quick nuptials may have been the result of a drunken joke, but they soon realize that love can be found in the most unlikely of places if you just stop and take a chance.
* Wicked Wedding is the fourth STANDALONE NOVEL in the LEFT AT THE ALTAR series in a collaboration of six New York Times Bestselling Authors: J. S. Scott, Ruth Cardello, Raine Miller, Sawyer Bennett, Minx Malone, and Melody Anne.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I’m
a huge fan of Sawyer Bennett’s Wicked Horse series and the other linked
series that were derived from it. So it’s not surprise that when I read
the title of this book, Wicked Wedding, my brain automatically screamed
‘WICKED HORSE SERIES!!!!’ yeah. Not so much. But you know what? I
didn’t mind at all that it wasn’t. why? Because there was some trace of
the series in this book and at the same time, it opened the door for me
to want to read another type of series by this author.
This
book was short, sweet, adorable and fun. So why no 5 star rating?
Because after a while, I couldn’t handle Brynne’s contant lamants about
the fact that her ex, who really, was a douche canoe, had gone and done a
threesome. Let’s make it clear – this woman wasn’t as hurt that he
cheated, but couldn’t get over the fact that he’d do a threesome. So the
constant reminder got on my nerves, especially when I realized that
Andrew had to hide specific things about himself because he didn`t want
to lose Brynne.
In some ways, that
was angering. And in others, I got it. I did understand why he did it.
Why Brynne couldn’t get over her hold ups.
This
was a well-developed story that gave me the fuzzy happy feelings, and
for sure I can’t wait for more from this author in the future.
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Excerpt:
“Let me prop the door open and I’ll carry you over the threshold,” I tell Brynne as I press the keycard against the magnetic reader.
She giggles, a sound I normally find grating on a grown woman, but on Brynne it’s charming. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are still sparkling with energy.“Well,you are very Thor-like, so a girl would be crazy to refuse to be carried over the threshold by her husband.”
That’s right. I’m her husband, but let’s rewind just a bit to detail how this all went down.
It took me exactly fifteen minutes and three phone calls to set things up, just as I promised her.
The first call was to the nicest, swankiest Vegas chapel that I could find with a Google search. I was advised we’d have to obtain a license at the Las Vegas Marriage Bureau for the low price of seventy-five dollars, and I wasn’t surprised in the least to learn it was open twenty-four hours a day on the weekends. I was able to arrange a limousine to pick us up, as well as an explosion of flowers within the chapel itself. When I gave my credit card number to the woman, I told her to go crazy on decor, but I specifically requested white calla lilies for the bride bouquet because Brynne told me those were her favorites.
The second call was to a jeweler where I was able to purchase two very simple wedding bands in gold. It’s a detail I probably could have ignored considering we both knew this was just for fun, but fuck it. I’m rich, which means I have the ability to make this as nice as I can for Brynne.
The third call was to my attorney, who explained annulment laws and assured me it was a fairly straightforward process. I’d have to institute the action—called a complaint—and if Brynne waives service, we can present our annulment request to the court to be approved after twenty days. It wasn’t immediate, but twenty days was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
By the time we took a limo to the marriage bureau, stood in line
Legacy by L.P. Maxa
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Children of famous rock band, The Devil's Share, Beau Cole and Halen Connor have known and loved each other all their lives. There was no one Beau wanted to be with more than Halen, no one who would ever have his heart. Four years older than his girl, Beau had vowed to keep their status as best friends until Halen was eighteen. But at sixteen Halen, beautiful, willful, stubborn Halen wanted more, and Beau has never been able to deny Halen anything. And that was his mistake. He knew better, and she deserved better, so he left, trampling both their hearts to dust. Now, two years later, Beau must return home, and seeing Halen was either going to kill him or save his life.
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About L.P. MAXA
L.P. Maxa lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, daughter, 3 rescue dogs, 1 cat - the fish died - and one bunny who doesn't seem to like them. She loves reading romance novels as much as she love writing them. She says, inspiration can come from anywhere: a song lyric, a quote, a weekend with friends. The tiniest things can spark amazing stories. She loves to hear from readers.
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Chasing Vivi by A.M. Hargrove
Chasing Vivi by A.M. Hargrove
Release Date: July 13th
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Chasing Vivi, an all-new romantic standalone from A.M. Hargrove is available NOW!
Vivi Renard—a blast from the past—wasn’t supposed to affect me like this.
When I knew her ten years ago she was nothing more to me than a highly functioning brain.
Hell, I paid her to do my homework.
Only now … she’s drop dead gorgeous but had the nerve to turn me down for a date … several times.
No one turns me—Prescott Beckham—down for anything.
I’m on a mission and won’t stop until I’m firmly planted between her thighs, hearing her moan my name.
Her plump red lips have me dreaming filthy things and acting like a kid with his first crush.
If I can’t have her, I don’t want anyone else to either.
What’s worse is I want to own every single bit of her.
Except there’s a slight problem.
Vivi can’t stand me.
Even the old let’s be friends again thing failed.
She tossed it back saying we were never friends to begin with.
But I’m the king at playing ruthless games.
So she’d better be ready to drop her thong, because Vivi is going to end up in my bed sooner … or later.
And I’m pretty damn sure it’s going to be sooner.
Excerpt:
Vivi rubs her hands on her thighs. She’s nervous and has been ever since I stood over the table. She seems to have more confidence in herself now than she had when I knew her but that doesn’t account for her skittishness. Back at Crestview, she had been overweight—I knew that—only I didn’t know, or maybe I didn’t pay attention, to the other girls giving her a hard time. And why should I have? I had so much going on in my head I could barely keep my own shit together. “So?” I prod. “Homework binder?” “You did a pretty good job with me. I only figured you put the other girls in the same boat. You know, with the homework stuff and all.” “I had you wrapped around my homework binder at Crestview. That’s your metaphor for finger.” It’s not a question. I’m baffled because I had no idea. Yeah, I was a flirt, but I flirted with everyone to get what was necessary. It was the only way I knew how to accomplish my goals. She needed the money and always acted like she had no interest in me whatsoever. “Of course. You had everyone wrapped around your finger. Well, maybe more of them were wrapped around your, um.” She points in the direction of my dick. Sexy little Vivi can’t say dick out loud. Isn’t that the cutest thing in the world? “Say it, Vivi.” “Say what?” “You know what.” I lean into her and get close to her lips. “Say it.” Her chest puffs out as she says, “Dick.” Her lovely neck flushes pink and two bright spots of fuchsia dot her cheeks. This is sweet innocence at its utmost. “Excellent. Now say cock.” I put a great deal of emphasis on the “c” and “k” at the end of the word. Silver gray irises turn stormy and deep creases form on her forehead. “Why would you want me to say that word?” “Because it makes you uncomfortable as hell and I’m an asshole. I like to see you squirm, Vivi.” “I won’t say that. It has nothing to do with truth or dare. And besides, it’s my turn.” I take a couple of good slugs of my drink, sit back, and cross my arms. “Do your worst.” She puts an elbow on the table and rests her cheek on her hand. “Truth or dare?” “Dare.” It’s impossible not to laugh at her comical expression. I curtailed her plans. “You can’t do that!” “Do what?” “Pick dare.” “I most certainly can.” Her head tilts back, and I can only imagine what she’s thinking. A chuckle escapes. “You’re a jerk,” she says. “So I’ve been told.” “Okay, then. I dare you to tell me why you loathe the man you’ve become.” She gloats at the clever way she’s twisted the game. And stupid me should’ve figured out she’d come up with something like this. Vivi was always brilliant. “Loathe is extreme. Let’s say I’m not particularly fond of who I am right now.” “Fine. Go on.” Now I’m the one who’s squirming. Where do I even begin? Vivi is almost a stranger to me. There’s no way I can bare my pathetic soul to her. “I have daddy issues.” “Really?” Her question is one of disbelief and she appears to be holding back a laugh. “Hard to believe, isn’t it?” “Um, yeah. Prescott Beckham, the guy with the world at his fingertips, has daddy issues? I think not. I Googled you after I ran into you that day. From all accounts I read there were no daddy issues to be found. Nada. Try again.” “I have a team that keeps my secrets out of the media. You wouldn’t find anything on me. But it’s true. I grew up without a mom and my father was not much of one. So, there you have it.” I give her one of my best smirks. It usually does the trick on most women. She leans back and tucks her chin closer to her body. “That’s it? And I’m supposed to buy that?” “That’s all I have for sale, Little Wolf. Sorry.” “You’re not a very fair player.” “My turn.” “Nope. I’m done.” She drinks another swig of her beer. “No, you aren’t. I’m picking for you. Truth. How many men have you fucked, Vivi? And what exactly have they done to you?” She shoves her arms into her coat and pushes at me to get out of the booth. But I have zero intentions of going anywhere. “Let me out, Prescott.” “Not until you answer me.” “That’s none of your business. How many women have you been with?” “Too many to count.” Her jaw flops open and I close her mouth with a finger under her chin. “You asked, Little Wolf.”
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Meet A.M. Hargrove:
One day on her way home from work as a sales manager, USA Today bestselling author, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast-forward. If she didn't do something soon, it would be too late to write that novel she had dreamt of her whole life. She slammed on the brakes, made a crazy decision, and quit her job. Then she reinvented herself as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author. She fancies herself all of the following: Reader, Writer, Dark Chocolate Lover, Ice Cream Worshipper, Coffee Drinker, Grey Goose Aficionado, and #WalterThePuppy Lover. If you’re around her for more than five minutes, you’ll soon notice she has a tendency to talk you ear off.
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