Bad Wedding (Billionaire's Club Book 9)

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by Elise Faber


  Like never.

  She rounded her desk, forced a smile. “Mr. Conner,” she said when he didn’t move. “I’ll have my assistant schedule something soon.”

  “Seraphina.”

  She shivered at the sound of her name on his lips—soft, a little raspy, and deep enough to conjure all sorts of unhelpful fantasies in her mind.

  Shaking herself, she moved to open the door.

  Suddenly, Tate was there, hand on hers, body inches away, spicy scent inundating her senses.

  Sera’s breath caught. “What are you—?”

  He seemed to be arguing with himself then finally, those piercing blue eyes locked onto hers. “I need you to marry me.”

  —Get your copy at www.books2read.com/BadBoyfriendEF

  Bad Blind Date

  Book Eight

  www.books2read.com/BadBlindDate

  Trix

  Regardless, she was back in California for the time being, ready to begin a new chapter in her life.

  Apparently, that meant starting by dating.

  At least, that was Heather’s logic.

  Or maybe Trix’s own brand of stupid.

  Still, whatever it was that had convinced her to come, she was there now and was going to make the best of it.

  Or at least that had been her thought until she recognized who was approaching the table.

  Him.

  Trix slammed her eyes closed and counted to five.

  It could not be him.

  Could not—

  She opened her eyes.

  Clay was on his feet, shaking the man’s hand, shaking Jet’s hand, and making introductions all around. Heather looked thrilled, probably because Jet was gorgeous and funny and smart—

  “And this is Heather’s sister, Trix. She’s a nurse.”

  Jet knew that.

  Because he knew her. Intimately.

  The doctor and the nurse. So cliché. So stupid on her part to think that things in her life might have turned out differently.

  He’d been smiling as he turned to meet her, and it was almost comical to see his expression darken to fury. Or it would have, if that fury hadn’t been directed at her. By then his hand was already in hers, mid-shake and fuck if his touch didn’t still make sparks shoot down her arm.

  She went to pull back, but he held fast then jerked her forward, as though he were giving her a hug in greeting.

  No one at the table could see that he was hissing in her ear.

  “What the fuck are you playing at, Trixie?”

  —Get your copy at www.books2read.com/BadBlindDate

  Also by Elise Faber

  Billionaire’s Club (all stand alone)

  Bad Night Stand

  Bad Breakup

  Bad Husband

  Bad Hookup

  Bad Divorce

  Bad Fiancé

  Bad Boyfriend

  Bad Blind Date

  Bad Wedding (July 19th, 2020)

  Bad Engagement (October 12th, 2020)

  KTS Series

  Fire and Ice (Hurt Anthology, stand alone novella)

  Riding The Edge

  Love, Action, Camera (all stand alone)

  Dotted Line

  Action Shot

  Close-Up

  End Scene

  Love After Midnight (all stand alone)

  Rum and Notes

  Virgin Daiquiri

  On The Rocks (Sept 27th, 2020)

  Gold Hockey (all stand alone)

  Blocked

  Backhand

  Boarding

  Benched

  Breakaway

  Breakout

  Checked

  Coasting

  Centered

  Life Sucks Series (all stand alone)

  Train Wreck

  Hot Mess (August 3rd, 2020)

  Roosevelt Ranch Series (all stand alone, series complete)

  Disaster at Roosevelt Ranch

  Heartbreak at Roosevelt Ranch

  Collision at Roosevelt Ranch

  Regret at Roosevelt Ranch

  Desire at Roosevelt Ranch

  Phoenix Series (read in order)

  Phoenix Rising

  Dark Phoenix

  Phoenix Freed

  Phoenix: LexTal Chronicles (rereleasing soon, stand alone, Phoenix world)

  From Ashes

  In Flames

  To Smoke

  Stand Alones

  Someday, Maybe (YA)

  About the Author

  USA Today bestselling author, Elise Faber, loves chocolate, Star Wars, Harry Potter, and hockey (the order depending on the day and how well her team -- the Sharks! -- are playing). She and her husband also play as much hockey as they can squeeze into their schedules, so much so that their typical date night is spent on the ice. Elise changes her hair color more often than some people change their socks, loves sparkly things, and is the mom to two exuberant boys. She lives in Northern California. Connect with her in her Facebook group, the Fabinators or find more information about her books at www.elisefaber.com.

 

 

 


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