Title: Stealing the Bride
Author: Nadia Lee
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2019
Blurb
When the hottest
woman I ever slept with leaves me fifty bucks and sneaks out of my bed, I’m
completely stunned and left feeling a little…dirty.Most men might let it go. But I’m not most men. This woman has left her mark
and I have to track her down.Imagine my surprise when I discover that she’s getting married…
woman I ever slept with leaves me fifty bucks and sneaks out of my bed, I’m
completely stunned and left feeling a little…dirty.Most men might let it go. But I’m not most men. This woman has left her mark
and I have to track her down.Imagine my surprise when I discover that she’s getting married…
So I do what’s most logical: steal the bride. Except…am I even at the right
wedding?
Stealing the Bride is a standalone full-length romance novel with a sexy AF
billionaire, smart geeky heroine, identical twins and mistaken identity. No
cheating, no cliffhanger. Just lots of heat, heart and humor. Grab it today!
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Excerpt
The bride is over my shoulder, wriggling like a trout caught between a
bear’s paws. And it’s true: my paw is on her ass, so maybe she feels like a trout, even though we’re on
a beach and there are no bears in Maui. And she’s screaming like a banshee.
bear’s paws. And it’s true: my paw is on her ass, so maybe she feels like a trout, even though we’re on
a beach and there are no bears in Maui. And she’s screaming like a banshee.
I run like hell down the aisle, past the tropical flowers lining each
side, feet churning the sand. Somewhere a Chihuahua is barking insanely. The
bride’s head bounces on my back, the white veil brushing my thighs and knees.
The guests in semi-casual beachwear are too stunned to move. They just stare,
their mouths open. It looks comical—like something from a third-rate chick
flick.
side, feet churning the sand. Somewhere a Chihuahua is barking insanely. The
bride’s head bounces on my back, the white veil brushing my thighs and knees.
The guests in semi-casual beachwear are too stunned to move. They just stare,
their mouths open. It looks comical—like something from a third-rate chick
flick.
“Stop, you son of a bitch!” comes from behind me. The groom’s finally
gotten his shit together.
gotten his shit together.
Sissy. I didn’t
even push him out of the way that hard. I look over a shoulder to give him a
superior smirk.
even push him out of the way that hard. I look over a shoulder to give him a
superior smirk.
He’s started after me, his feet pounding the sand. But the guy’s not fast
enough. Even with a struggling woman over one shoulder, I can outrun him. I
didn’t get my muscles from one of those jiggle dumbbells that simulates jerking
off. I got them the old-fashioned way—sweating on Icarian fitness equipment in
a gym.
enough. Even with a struggling woman over one shoulder, I can outrun him. I
didn’t get my muscles from one of those jiggle dumbbells that simulates jerking
off. I got them the old-fashioned way—sweating on Icarian fitness equipment in
a gym.
Oh yeah. You aren’t
getting married. Not until pigs win the Super Bowl.
getting married. Not until pigs win the Super Bowl.
Besides, he’s going to thank me. As soon as the fact that his intended
and I slept together only two weeks ago sinks into his microscopic brain.
and I slept together only two weeks ago sinks into his microscopic brain.
My getaway Maserati convertible is waiting. Hell yeah. Stealing this
bride in style.
bride in style.
I dump her in the passenger seat. Cursing, she struggles against the
tangled veil and a small sea of white fabric.
tangled veil and a small sea of white fabric.
I start the car. The engine roars like a lion, while the bride screams
like I’m Hannibal Lecter coming off a month-long fast. The Hawaiian breeze
ruffles my hair. I smack the wheel in triumph and give the car some gas.
like I’m Hannibal Lecter coming off a month-long fast. The Hawaiian breeze
ruffles my hair. I smack the wheel in triumph and give the car some gas.
Someone in red runs right in front of the car. Shit! I slam on the brakes.
“You fucking crazy?” I shout, my heart knocking hard against my chest.
The Maserati could’ve turned her into a bloody human pancake. “I almost ran you
over!”
The Maserati could’ve turned her into a bloody human pancake. “I almost ran you
over!”
A tall, slim brunette places her hands on the hood of my car, almost like
she’s daring me to run her over. Then she lifts her chin.
she’s daring me to run her over. Then she lifts her chin.
What the fuck?
The familiar aquamarine eyes send a jolt through me. I blink. The bride
is right next to me, still cursing. What the hell is she doing over there in
that red dress? Am I seeing things? I’ve been thinking entirely too much about
her over the last two weeks.
is right next to me, still cursing. What the hell is she doing over there in
that red dress? Am I seeing things? I’ve been thinking entirely too much about
her over the last two weeks.
“Skittles?” I say.
“Yeah.” The same husky voice.
Damn… It is her.
I glance at my kidnapped bride…who has finally gotten her veil out of the
way and has the exact same face as Skittles. What the fuck is going on?
way and has the exact same face as Skittles. What the fuck is going on?
Review
What a wild and wacky story this turned out to be. Court has just spent the night with a woman who inspires him on more than a physical level but when she is gone the next morning he is determined to track her down even if it means abducting her from her wedding.
His plan works to perfection except for one small detail and that is when the excitement really begins.
Hot chemistry, a little drama, great characters and all the feels as this story takes you on adventure that has you invested in their happy ever after.
Author Bio
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy,
emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and
adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been
bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.
emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and
adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been
bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.
Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura
trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she can be
found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.
trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she can be
found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.
Stay in touch with her via her website, http://www.nadialee.net, or her
blog http://www.nadialee.net/blog
blog http://www.nadialee.net/blog
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