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Product Description Surprised to see me?Getting caught in her wedding dress by her dropdeadgorgeous exhusband is Reese Michaels worst nightmare. Especially when her perfectonpaper fianc then cancels their wedding!Reese has spent years trying to forget how her marriage to Mason Hicks crashed and burnedyes, their chemistry was incredible, but a girl cant live on lust alone! And whats a jilted bride supposed to do when the one man she could never forget is back in her life, as irresistible as ever? Mason might be her own personal brand of Kryptonite, but surely life is meant to be lived a little dangerously?Look out for the second book in The Wedding Season quartet, Girl Least Likely to Marry About the Author The summer she turned eleven Aimee left the childrens section of the library, entered an aisle full of Mills and Boon, and pulled out a book. That story started a love affair that has followed her from her childhood in Florida to Alaska, Seattle, and finally South Dakota. She now counts herself lucky to be a part of Harlequin/Mills and Boons family of authors. www.aimeecarson.com Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Wellington Estate, the HamptonsReese stood On the small platform in the elegant sitting room furnished in eighteenthcentury antiques, smoothing her hands down the satin. The wedding gown fit her waist just right, hugging her body to her hips before flaring in a dreamy swirl of tulle that floated to the floor, one hundred yards total. She had only one issue with the dress, and, unfortunately, the problem was getting bigger. Or technically, smaller. With a frown, she reached into her strapless bodice and adjusted her right breast.Dont bother. Amber met her gaze in the fulllength mirror, her words muffled by the pins in her mouth, her hands fingering the bodice at the seam. We need cream puffs.With a sigh, Reese dropped her hand to her side, staring at her reflection. Proof positive that God was indeed male. Because there could be no justice in a world that declared a woman must lose weight in her boobs first.Is that the best my seamstress, bridesmaid and future sisterinlaw can come up with? She sent Amber a dry look. Your breasts are shrinking so bring on the cream puffs?The redheads face flushed with pleasure. Your brother and I arent engaged.Yet, Reese said with a smile.Amber removed the pins from her mouth. Were here to talk about your wedding, she said. And at this rate, you wont have anything left to fill out your dress. Do you want the bodice looking like the empty bucket of a bulldozer as you make your way up the aisle?Her friend stabbed a pin through the fabric under Reeses left arm before she went on. I told you to stop stressing about the wedding and let the event planner do her thing.Shes driving me crazy.You hired her to do a job, Amber said as she continued to work, her voice firm. So let her do it.But she keeps forgetting its my wedding, Reese said. Why else would she act as if she has such a vested interest in the bride and grooms first dance? She blew out a breath. I swear I spend more time defending my choices to her than anything else.Amber shot her a concerned look. Keep this frantic pace up and Ill be altering this dress the day of your wedding. Which, I might add she jabbed the last pin into place is only six days away.The knot of anticipation tightened in Reeses belly. Six days to ensure every detail was just right. But as she stared out of the secondfloor window at the manicured grounds of Bellington Estategrounds that included several formal gardensa sense of peace rolled through her body. June in the Hamptons was gorgeous. Spring showers had done beautiful things to the one hundred acres that surrounded the twentyfivebedroom, historical home, the closest thing to a castle that Reese could find.The perfect place for her fairytale wedding.But it wasnt the antiqueadorned rooms
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Product Description Surprised to see me?Getting caught in her wedding dress by her dropdeadgorgeous exhusband is Reese Michaels worst nightmare. Especially when her perfectonpaper fianc then cancels their wedding!Reese has spent years trying to forget how her marriage to Mason Hicks crashed and burnedyes, their chemistry was incredible, but a girl cant live on lust alone! And whats a jilted bride supposed to do when the one man she could never forget is back in her life, as irresistible as ever? Mason might be her own personal brand of Kryptonite, but surely life is meant to be lived a little dangerously?Look out for the second book in The Wedding Season quartet, Girl Least Likely to Marry About the Author The summer she turned eleven Aimee left the childrens section of the library, entered an aisle full of Mills and Boon, and pulled out a book. That story started a love affair that has followed her from her childhood in Florida to Alaska, Seattle, and finally South Dakota. She now counts herself lucky to be a part of Harlequin/Mills and Boons family of authors. www.aimeecarson.com Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Wellington Estate, the HamptonsReese stood On the small platform in the elegant sitting room furnished in eighteenthcentury antiques, smoothing her hands down the satin. The wedding gown fit her waist just right, hugging her body to her hips before flaring in a dreamy swirl of tulle that floated to the floor, one hundred yards total. She had only one issue with the dress, and, unfortunately, the problem was getting bigger. Or technically, smaller. With a frown, she reached into her strapless bodice and adjusted her right breast.Dont bother. Amber met her gaze in the fulllength mirror, her words muffled by the pins in her mouth, her hands fingering the bodice at the seam. We need cream puffs.With a sigh, Reese dropped her hand to her side, staring at her reflection. Proof positive that God was indeed male. Because there could be no justice in a world that declared a woman must lose weight in her boobs first.Is that the best my seamstress, bridesmaid and future sisterinlaw can come up with? She sent Amber a dry look. Your breasts are shrinking so bring on the cream puffs?The redheads face flushed with pleasure. Your brother and I arent engaged.Yet, Reese said with a smile.Amber removed the pins from her mouth. Were here to talk about your wedding, she said. And at this rate, you wont have anything left to fill out your dress. Do you want the bodice looking like the empty bucket of a bulldozer as you make your way up the aisle?Her friend stabbed a pin through the fabric under Reeses left arm before she went on. I told you to stop stressing about the wedding and let the event planner do her thing.Shes driving me crazy.You hired her to do a job, Amber said as she continued to work, her voice firm. So let her do it.But she keeps forgetting its my wedding, Reese said. Why else would she act as if she has such a vested interest in the bride and grooms first dance? She blew out a breath. I swear I spend more time defending my choices to her than anything else.Amber shot her a concerned look. Keep this frantic pace up and Ill be altering this dress the day of your wedding. Which, I might add she jabbed the last pin into place is only six days away.The knot of anticipation tightened in Reeses belly. Six days to ensure every detail was just right. But as she stared out of the secondfloor window at the manicured grounds of Bellington Estategrounds that included several formal gardensa sense of peace rolled through her body. June in the Hamptons was gorgeous. Spring showers had done beautiful things to the one hundred acres that surrounded the twentyfivebedroom, historical home, the closest thing to a castle that Reese could find.The perfect place for her fairytale wedding.But it wasnt the antiqueadorned rooms
