Misadventures of a Backup BrideMisadventures, Book 1
An overnight billionaire concocts a fake bride…and finds real love.
When Carson Frost inherits a confectionary that rakes in billions but is too cash-strapped to last another sixty days, he agrees to take a loan from his late father’s rival. There are two catches: Carson has to sign over a permanent stake in the company, and marry the man’s daughter.
Two weeks before the wedding, he gets cold feet and claims he’s in love with someone else. The investor says he’ll still hand over the cash if Carson takes a stroll down the aisle—with the woman who owns his heart. Since he isn’t even dating anyone, Carson panics. Where is he going to find a bride willing to jilt him at the altar on such short notice?
Ella Hope is an actress happy for any paying gig, but jilting a hottie in public isn’t what she had in mind. Still, she needs rent, and he’s in a bind. How hard can it be? While playing at matrimony, suddenly their intimacy isn’t so fake. Ella can’t help but fantasize that Carson is her groom and they will live happily ever after. But once his company is safe, will he want her anymore?
The Hope Series SERIES
My memory of Ella Hope didn’t do her justice. As she hesitates at the threshold of my office, I stand, taking in her simple cream-colored blouse and houndstooth skirt. None of it does a damn thing to disguise the swells of those pillowy breasts or the grippable curves of her hips.
As I swallow back lust, I seem unable to find my brain. All the blood in my body has rushed south. The sex drive I’d feared had died since becoming engaged to Kendra roars back to life with raging insistence after one glance at Ella and her sloe-eyed sultriness.
Cora, my assistant, hovers nearby, watching me carefully. She’s intensely loyal to this company. She might be old enough to be my grandmother, but she controls the flow of information in and out of my office with the skill of a PR master. With one act, I can set the right tone for Ella’s stay. All I have to do is get closer to this woman, like I’m dying to.
“Hello, Ella.” I speak the words like a caress as I walk around my desk. I can’t strip her down and get deep inside her since that wasn’t part of our agreement, but my tone says I’m waiting for that moment all the same.
“Hi, Carson.” She sounds breathless.
Wondering how much of her seeming attraction to me is real, I smile and fuse my stare to hers. Pink rises on her glowing cheeks.
“It’s good to see you.” I take her arm, pull her close. She’s soft. Shit, she smells like an olfactory aphrodisiac—lavender, vanilla, and something muskier I can’t place.
I have to work hard not to bury my head in her neck and inhale her.
Ella blinks up at me as if our gazes are too tangled to look away. “You, too.”
She’s got the breathless girlfriend act down. Even I believe she can’t wait another second for me to touch her.
“I’ve missed you,” I murmur, dropping my head while delving into those dark eyes and long black lashes. And her mouth. Dear god, her lips are a perfect rosy cushion to take my kisses, cry my name, envelop my cock. I’d forgotten how fucking innocent yet sexual she looks.
I want to seduce her. Now. I ache to remove every stitch she’s wearing and wrap my mouth around what I’ll bet are glorious nipples before I kiss my way down her body. I’m sure her thighs would be soft and tender and beautiful as they’re parting to reveal her succulent wetness between, which I would happily sink my mouth onto right now, regardless of the reason she’s here and whatever else is going on in my life.
But I can’t—at least not at the moment…
Top Pick! “Earnest and thoroughly developed characters collide with smoking hot sex and glorious grand gestures to make these Misadventures a delight.”
-RT Book Club
“Insatiable instalove, fun quick read! This standalone in this series proves 100% that she can write practically anything and it will encompass you wholeheartedly!”
-Books & Boys Book Blog