Sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs…
Jilted bride Monica Blair can’t believe it when she wakes up next to a blue-eyed, smooth-talking cowboy in the middle of nowhere and with a ring on her finger. It had sounded like a great plan at the time. Get married, get revenge, and get her money back. So why is she cleaning out stables and trying to keep her hands off the hot cowboy helping her?
Ryder Nash would have bet his best Stetson that you’d never see him walk down the aisle. But when the city girl with pink-streaked hair and a frog tattoo hatches a plan to expose the conman who married his sister, no idea is too crazy. And even though Monica might be the worst rancher’s wife he’s ever seen, he can’t stop thinking about the wedding night they never had.
What was supposed to be a temporary marriage for revenge is starting to feel a little too real…
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“That
explains that, then,” he said, his face showing no sign of what he was
thinking.
“Explains
what?”
“You
showing up at the reception in a wedding gown.”
He
paused, letting the image sink in, then added, “It doesn’t explain why you were
so drunk, though.”
Monica
gasped. “Drunk? How could I have been drunk?” And then she groaned. She and
alcohol did not mix well. Oh, she liked it—sometimes a little too well. But more
than a drink or two and she started to lose track of her thoughts…not to
mention her inhibitions. “Oh, no. I didn’t get another tattoo, did I?”
His
brows raised with interest. “Another tattoo?”
Her
cheeks warmed. “The last time I was out with friends and drank too much, I
ended up with this ugly frog on my…”
“Butt?”
he offered with a grin. Or was it a leer?
She
inhaled deeply and refused to look him in the eye.
“No,”
she said slowly. “Not my butt.”
Definitely
a leer. And his gaze began to wander just a little too far south for her peace
of mind.
But
he’d already spotted her navel ring between the sagging waistband of her
borrowed jeans and the knot she’d made of his oversize shirt and seemed
completely captivated by it. His eyes rounded and his tongue all but fell from
his mouth.
It
was just a belly button ring, for heaven’s sake; she’d had it for years—and
gotten it while she was stone-cold sober, thank you very much. But from the
expression on his face, she expected to look down and find herself naked.
“Eyes
front, cowboy,” she warned, scooting her stool even farther beneath the
counter.
He
stared at the region of her hidden midriff a moment longer. He also swallowed,
she noticed. Hard. She bit her lip to keep from smiling. No wonder some women
could get a man to do anything for them. Show a little skin—and perhaps a bit
of jewelry in seldom-seen places—and they became mesmerized. She tucked that
piece of information away and tilted her head, waiting for him to continue.
His
eyes darted back to the counter below her breasts, searching. Then he seemed to
shrug off his fascination with her body piercing altogether. “All I know is
that you showed up three sheets to the wind. Made a complete fool of yourself
in front of about two hundred people,” he added brusquely.
“I
showed up drunk?” she asked, confused. And then understanding dawned. “Oh, no.
The little bottles of booze on the plane. And the champagne,” she added with a
groan.
His
eyes locked with hers, silently questioning. “I bought a bottle of champagne at
the airport before I caught a taxi to the reception. I was going to give it to
Matt as a wedding gift.
Or
crack him over the head with it, I’m not sure which.” She twisted her fingers
together to keep from fidgeting. “But it was a long ride, and I was upset. I must
have gotten thirsty.”
She
saw his mouth pull together as he fought a laugh.
“You
opened a bottle of champagne in a cab?”
“The
driver might have helped. I think he was hoping it would calm me down.”
“It
didn’t calm you down,” he said.
She
wished she could curl up on the floor and slip into a coma so she wouldn’t have
to face any further humiliation.
“You’d
be a better judge of that than I would. I don’t really remember much after
that.”
“Would
you like me to fill in the rest?” he asked charitably.
She
groaned. “All right,” she said slowly, reluctantly. “As long as you promise to
bury my body afterward. Somewhere no one will find it. Maybe then the
humiliation will die with me.”
He
chuckled again, shifting on the stool. “It wasn’t as bad as all that,” he
assured her. “The talk will die down in ten or twenty years."
An avid romance reader since junior high, USA Today bestselling author Heidi Betts knew very early on that she wanted to write these wonderful stories of love and adventure. It wasn’t until her freshman year of college, however, when she spent the entire night reading a romance novel instead of studying for finals, that she decided to take the road less traveled and follow her dream. Soon after joining Romance Writers of America, Heidi’s writing began to garner attention, including placing in the esteemed Golden Heart competition three years in a row. The recipient of numerous awards and stellar reviews, Heidi’s books combine believable characters with compelling plotlines, and are consistently described as “delightful,” “sizzling,” and “wonderfully witty.”
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