Waking Up Married
Megan Scott has cast aside all thoughts of a happy-ever-after - there's only so much heartache a girl can take. But when a cocktail-fuelled hen-do goes wrong and she’s upgraded from bridesmaid to bride, her plans are forgotten…along with the memory of the night before! Business tycoon Conner Reed is surprised by Megan’s morning-after reaction. Last night, they'd both been on the same page - a marriage built on mutual needs and attraction, but definitely no L word.Megan can't remember their first kiss, but Conner will try every trick in the book to remind her of their scorching chemistry.And first on the list? Their wedding night!
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Her first thought: âWho are you?â
Itâs the morning after her cousinâs bachelorette party in Vegas and Megan Scott wakes up with the mother of all hangovers. Even worse, sheâs in a strangerâs penthouse having woken up with something else as well - a funny, arrogant, sexyâ¦husband!
Up until now, finding even a boyfriend had seemed impossible - been there, got the broken heart, sworn off men for good. Then a few martinis with Carterâ¦no, Conner Reed and sheâs gone from first meet to marriage in one night!
Megan wants a lawyer. But Connorâs shocking bombshell?
âI donât want a divorce.â
Waking Up Married
âWe need some ground rules.â
âGround rules.â He didnât like the sound of that. âSuch as?â
Tightening the belt on her robe, she shifted her weight and squinted at him. âNo sex.â
Forcing himself to laugh instead of swear, he shook his head. âForget it, Megan. This is a real marriage weâre trying on and sex is a healthy, normal part of it.â
âConnor, Iâm seriousââ
âIâm serious, too,â he said, following her off the bed and taking her shoulders in his hands. âNot a chance. Iâm going to seduce you, Megan.â
âIâll say no,â she whispered, her eyes already drifting to his mouth.
âFair warning.â His thumb moved to the pale pink line where her bottom lip became skin. âIf you do, Iâll stop.â
âI can resist you.â
Connor gave in to the slow grin pushing at his lips. âYou can try.â
This book is dedicated with love to my dad, for always supporting my dreamsâno matter where they took me!
(Okay, thatâs far enough, Dad. No reading past here!)
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
FORCED TO LISTEN to one heaving revolt after another reverberate off the polished marble, Connor Reed cursed his conscience.
Talk about an inconvenient burden. No matter how his stomach rocked and his head slammed, there was no way he could make a bolt for the beckoning doorway to freedom at the far wall.
Wrenching his gaze back to his own slightly green reflection, he turned off the tap and wrung out a towel. Pushed some empathy into his expression and prepared to face the music.
âHey, gorgeous,â he called, crossing over to the pitiful creature half leaning into, half clutching the toilet in front of her. âFeeling any better?â
Raccoon eyes peered out from beneath a blond ratâs nest as she reached for the damp cloth he held in offering. âCarterââ
âConnor,â he corrected drily, torn between amusement and what, by all rights, ought to be the very antithesis of it.
âWe need a lawyer,â she gasped, barely finding the time to look chagrined before the next wave of revolt took her.
A lawyer. Not exactly a stellar kickoff to their honeymoon. But then, this wasnât exactly a stellar situation to begin with. Of course, in the less than fifteen minutes since the warm body sprawled beside him had moanedâonce, and not in a good wayâthen lurched from the bed to the bathroom, he hadnât quite put all the soggy pieces of the night before into place. But based on the shocking evidence at handâor more specifically, finger...and the band of glinting diamonds encircling hersâthis was the worst-case scenario come to life. Cutting loose gone bad. Consequences in action. Yeah, in all likelihood, this was going to be a major hassle to clean up.
So a lawyer sounded like an ideal place to start. Once the upchuck portion of the morning concluded, at any rate.
âOne thing at a time, babe. Letâs get through this, and weâll worry about the rest later.â
Whatever her choked response was, he got the gist it was an agreement of sorts.
Damn, what a disaster.
Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, Connor gave his blanching bride a not-so-subtle once-over.
Twelve hours ago sheâd been âauthenticâ with her sharp wit and gently rough edges. Her too-wide smile, assortment of freckles and sexy laugh. Now, with her hair threatening to dip into God only knew, she just looked...rough. No gentle about it.
Still, even as he stared at the hot mess she was before him, fragmented images bombarded his mind with hints of who sheâd been the night before. The girl-next-door giving in to a bit of wild. The perfect fit for his bad-boy mood. Heâd thought she looked like a few hours of fun.
So how the hell had she ended up flipped over his shoulder, giggling about how crazy he was, as he toted her into one of those all-night chapels Las Vegas was famous for?
Megan turned, giving him a full-on frontal view of the too-tight, hot-pink T-shirt sheâd been wearing when heâd stumbled into the bathroom after her.
Stamped across her bust in black block letters were two words: GOT SPERM?
