LIVE EARLY!!! The Invitation by Vi Keeland is now live on Amazon!!!


 
“Hands down one of my favorite books of all time. OF ALL TIME…I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS BOOK” – Natasha Madison
 
“The Invitation was pure romance PERFECTION… The storyline was phenomenal and incredibly entertaining.” – The Romance Bibliophile
 
“OMG!!! This book is EVERYTHING. Sexy, angsty, heartwarming, very unique plot… THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS. FANTASTIC! MUST READ 2021!!!!” – Anne’s Corner Book Blog
 
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The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I’d received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city.
 
Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.  He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts.
 
I knew it wasn’t a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at.  But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time.
 
Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn’t who I’d said I was.  You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn’t actually been addressed to me—it was sent to my ex-roommate who’d bounced a check for two months’ rent and moved out in the middle of the night.  I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding.
 
Once caught, I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might’ve plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail.
 
Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block—but at least I’d escaped unscathed.
 
Or so I thought.
 
Until I realized I’d left my cell phone behind at the table. 
 
Take one guess who found it? 
 
This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it’s only the tip of the iceberg.

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