Deal on the Wedding Deal! Only $0.99!

Former quarterback Lance Quaid just inherited the most losing team in the NFL. He’s got only a few weeks until draft day to turn things around, and after firing more than half his staff, he can’t do it alone. Thankfully, his HR manager is more than capable, if only she’d stop focusing on “due diligence” and stop looking so sexy while she’s yelling at him.

Charlotte James has made a life out of following the rules. But nothing could have prepared her for Lance Quaid—he’s a human resources nightmare. The man is brash, has no filter, and, as her new boss, is constantly relying on her to cover his ass. Which is admittedly quite nice.

When Lance begs her to join him on a trip down the coast for his brother’s wedding so they can finalize details—on a strictly business basis—she agrees…after they fill out the necessary forms, of course. Away from the office, though, sparks start flying as the team starts coming together. But both of them know anything more than the weekend would be a colossally bad idea—after all, the extra paperwork would be a nightmare.

Excerpt of the Wedding Deal! 

As they maneuvered out of the heart of the city, Lance still talking away on his earpiece, she had her second moment of doubting she should’ve come.

“Let me know what you find out,” Lance said, and then he tapped his ear, disconnecting the call. He swerved around a car, and Charlotte braced a hand on the dash.

“Listen up, Edward Cullen. I’m sure you think highly of your reflexes, but I’d like my skin and bones to stay where they are, so if you’re gonna keep taking calls and speeding, I’m gonna have to insist on driving.”

“What did you call me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know who Edward Cullen is.”

“Does he play football? For which team?”

She burst out laughing. “Technically he plays baseball. In thunderstorms.”

Lance glanced across the car at her. “You lost me.”

“Never mind your lacking pop culture references—we have enough to work on right now, so those will have to wait. Basically, I’m offering to drive so you can take all your important calls without wrecking.”

Pfft. As if I’d wreck.”

“I’ll take ‘famous last words people say before they wreck’ for one hundred dollars, Alex.”

“You say such weird things.”

“Thank you,” she said.

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