woman I ever slept with leaves me fifty bucks and sneaks out of my bed, I’m
completely stunned and left feeling a little…dirty.Most men might let it go. But I’m not most men. This woman has left her mark
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bear’s paws. And it’s true: my paw is on her ass, so maybe she feels like a trout, even though we’re on
a beach and there are no bears in Maui. And she’s screaming like a banshee.
side, feet churning the sand. Somewhere a Chihuahua is barking insanely. The
bride’s head bounces on my back, the white veil brushing my thighs and knees.
The guests in semi-casual beachwear are too stunned to move. They just stare,
their mouths open. It looks comical—like something from a third-rate chick
gotten his shit together.
even push him out of the way that hard. I look over a shoulder to give him a
enough. Even with a struggling woman over one shoulder, I can outrun him. I
didn’t get my muscles from one of those jiggle dumbbells that simulates jerking
off. I got them the old-fashioned way—sweating on Icarian fitness equipment in
getting married. Not until pigs win the Super Bowl.
and I slept together only two weeks ago sinks into his microscopic brain.
bride in style.
tangled veil and a small sea of white fabric.
like I’m Hannibal Lecter coming off a month-long fast. The Hawaiian breeze
ruffles my hair. I smack the wheel in triumph and give the car some gas.
The Maserati could’ve turned her into a bloody human pancake. “I almost ran you
she’s daring me to run her over. Then she lifts her chin.
is right next to me, still cursing. What the hell is she doing over there in
that red dress? Am I seeing things? I’ve been thinking entirely too much about
her over the last two weeks.
way and has the exact same face as Skittles. What the fuck is going on?
emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and
adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been
bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.
trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she can be
found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.