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On the other side of the altar stands her best friend from college, Kayla, who came to be Perrie’s matron of honor. And the way she’s eyeing her new husband, Oliver, tells me they’re very much in love. Perrie tells me they’re already expecting, and I see they’re both thrilled.
I tuck a finger under Perrie’s chin. “You ready to become Mrs. Hughes?”
“Yes. Come on, slowpoke. Let’s get hitched.”
“Slowpoke?” I raise a brow at her. “Who got us a last-minute marriage license on Saturday morning so I could marry you now instead of waiting until Monday?”
“You,” she concedes, then glances down at the two-carat cushion-cut diamond I picked out yesterday. “And you’ve made me the happiest woman.”
“I’m going to keep doing that for the rest of your life.”
“And I’ll make you the happiest man, I promise.” She smiles, then whispers my way as we face the officiant. “You know I never break my promises.”
I know. And as I promise to love, honor, and cherish Perrie for the rest of my life, I figure she’ll learn soon enough that I don’t break my promises, either.
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SEDUCING THE STRANGER
Forbidden Confessions: First Time, Book 3
by Shayla Black
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Just how deep will she fall after one night with a hot stranger?
I’m Calla.
I’m responsible. I plan. I’m cautious—always.
Until I see the gorgeous stranger with the rugged hands and the dark mood.
I want him.
When he makes me an indecent proposal, I do something reckless.
I say yes.
I follow a man I don’t know to his hotel room and surrender my body.
But he may be more than I can handle.
Especially when I discover the shocking identity of my sexy stranger…
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ABOUTDEVOTED TO WICKED
Will the one-night stand she tried to forget seduce her into a second chance?
A one-night stand…or something more? Karis isn't sure until a thief strands her in Mexico, leaving her in need of a passport photo—and a hero—and giving Cage a second chance to win her love.
Karis Weston paced the cold tile floor of her hotel room, not really seeing the oceanfront paradise that had lured her to Cancún. It had been twelve hours—a whole night—since she’d sent out a cry for help. She hadn’t slept a wink, hadn’t stopped shaking, hadn’t stopped wondering why someone had targetedher.
