What happens in Hawaii...
Divorce lawyer Hayley Hanna has one week to convince her bosses sheâs not a âruthless, man-hating shark.â And itâs not going to be easy. In a moment of insanity, Hayley agrees to bring her fiancé to the corporate retreat in Maui. But thereâs one problem: she hasnât got a fiancé.
Enter Chase Hartleyâsix feet of sexy, sculpted police muscle. Chase needs a date for his sisterâs island weddingâsomeone to stop the family matchmakers. The chemistry between Hayley and Chase is just a bonusâone that quickly turns hot nights into sizzling sexcapades. All they have to do is resist believing their own lie. But just because their relationship is fake doesnât mean that falling for each other wonât have real consequences!
It was supposed to be just a kiss...
Hayleyâs mouth was warm, welcoming...her lips soft and hungry.
His body came alive as shock mixed with an unfamiliar sensationâlonging? Chase broke away.
Her eyes widened and her hand flew to her lips. âWhat was that?â
He had no idea. It was supposed to be just a kiss to ease some of the sexual tension between them, but damned if it had only made things hotter. He swallowed hard. âI...uh...just thought we should get the first kiss out of the way before weâre forced to do it in front of an audience.â
But with one quick kiss, this noncomplicated plan had just gotten complicated. If a simple kiss had him this excited, he wasnât sure how he was going to get through the next few days.
âWell, I hadnât really given it much thought. I am now.â She paused. âIs this... I mean, is kissing me againâonly if necessary, of courseâgoing to be a problem?â
He tilted her chin upward. âTrust me, Hayley. Kissing you whenever the need arises will most definitely not be a problem.â
In fact, not kissing her might be.
Dear Reader,
Iâve wanted to write a series featuring weddings for such a long time and Iâm so excited that this series found a home at Harlequin Blaze. This book was so much fun to write, mainly because my husband took me to Maui for âresearch purposes.â So many of the scenes in this story were inspired by that wonderful vacation, and the breathtaking island scenery provided the perfect backdrop for Hayley and Chaseâs love story.
Of course my husband and I had a four-year-old with us on that trip, so Chase and Hayleyâs adventures are considerably âhotterâ than actual events. :)
Writing a fake-fiancé story had been on my wish list as Iâd always found it an exciting idea. Two people falling in love when the only requirement of their arrangement is not toâperfect!
I hope you will love this story as much as I do.
Aloha!
Xo
Jen
JENNIFER SNOW is an award-winning romance author living in Edmonton, Alberta, with her husband and six-year-old son. She is a member of the Writers Guild of Alberta, the Romance Writers of America, the Canadian Authors Association, shewrites.org and FAVA. She has published articles in Mslexia magazine, Westword magazine, RWR and Southern Writers Magazine. Her publishing credits include her six-book Brookhollow miniseries published through Harlequin Heartwarming and an MMA sports romance series published through Penguin Random Houseâs Berkley/NAL. Her new small-town hockey series will release this fall through Grand Central Publishingâs Forever imprint. More information can be found at jennifersnowauthor.com.
For my mom, Annie OâReilly. All I can say is, serenading cabbies, boob-guys in Latin Clubs and playing a âflu shotsâ in Vegas was still the wildest girlsâ weekend Iâve ever had. âDrunk momâ is still the best mom.
Acknowledgments
Thank you as always to my agent, Stephany Evans, for not giving up on the many versions of this story and senior editor Kathleen Scheibling for buying this series. A big thank you to my editor, Dana Grimaldi, whose feedback made the story even sexier. And lots of love and thanks to my family and my Snow Angels Reader Groupâyour support means everything.
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HAYLEY HANNA HAD two optionsâbuy every copy of Los Angeles Woman magazine in the city or ignore the unflattering article within its pages. Maybe no one would mention the multipage spread that claimed she was a ruthless, man-hating divorce attorney.
As if that were a possibility.
She reached for the other six copies on the newsstand outside her office building then, placing them on the counter, she slid her teal, diamond-encrusted Tiffany & Co. sunglasses to the top of her head and rummaged in her Michael Kors bag for some cash.
âThirty-two dollars, please,â the older gentleman behind the counter said.
Thirty-two dollars. Un-freaking-believable. For six copies of a magazine headed straight into the recycle bin under her desk.