I’m welcoming Amie Louellen and her fabulous book Brodie’s Bride back to Jill James Writes.
Waking up next to a beautiful golden-haired stranger isn’t the worst thing that has ever happened to Brodie Harper, but staying in a fake marriage in order to gain a new construction contract could very well be.
Savanna Morgan just wanted a way out of an engagement to a man she didn’t love.
Marrying Brodie seemed liked the perfect answer at the time. Less perfect the next morning when she finds herself disowned by her father and flat broke. Now she must make it through the weekend. Monday they can get it all annulled and forget it ever happened.
The real problem may be keeping their hands off each other until then.
Makes me want to rush out and get this book. If you need a little more enticing, here is an excerpt from the story.
“Married,” the official supplied with a happy nod.
For the first time since the blonde had screamed and set off the pounding in his head, Brodie noticed the band that circled the fourth finger of his left hand. Married. Images of a scarlet chapel and gold rings flitted through his mind. Lost in the fog of straight shots of tequila, the whole ordeal seemed liked a dream. But if what the man said was true…
Holy heaven. The last time Brodie had gotten drunk had been the day his grandfather died. Then, he’d only acquired a tattoo, but this time… Married? And to a hooker? A gorgeous hooker. An expensive hooker by the depleted state of his wallet, but a hooker none-the-less.
“Where’s my dress?”
Brodie half-turned as his hooker-bride stumped down the stairs, her naked glory covered by the rumpled satin sheet. One red, high-rise pump was missing.
“I wouldn’t know,” he replied, his headache tripling.
“You took it off. You find it.” She punched him hard in the chest with one red lacquered fingernail.
“You want it. You find it,” he countered.
“That dress was an Armani. And you—”
Brodie leaned away from the blonde and closer to the man behind the counter. “Are you sure we’re married?”
“Married?” she squeaked.
“One hundred percent sure?” Brodie added.
“It was a lovely ceremony.”
Damn, Brodie thought. He was too nice of a guy, but he couldn’t stand the panic he heard in her voice. He faced her and took her left hand in his own, turning them both so she could see their identical rings.
“Seems we tied the knot last night, sunshine.”
Brodie’s Bride is available from The Wild Rose Press
Amie Louellen loves nothing more than a good book. Except for her family…and maybe
homemade tacos…and shoes. But reading and writing are definitely high on the list. When she’s not creating quirky characters and happy endings she enjoys going to little league baseball games and boy scout meetings. Born and bred in Mississippi, Amie is a transplanted Southern Belle who now lives in Oklahoma with her deputy husband, their genius son, a spoiled cat, and one very hyper beagle.
Find Amie at her website: www.amielouellen.com
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