How To Be A Blissful Bride
She always played it safe. Until one wild weekend…After a fling left her breathless—and pregnant!—heiress Alexa Mayhew didn’t expected to see Chance McClaren again. But when she bumps into him while on holiday, the truth comes out.Instant daddy Chance wants to do the right thing for his baby—and Alexa. But is the globe-trotting adventure junkie ready to give up his career to be the family man Lexi craves?
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Alexaâs always played it safe.
Until one wild weekend changed her world!
After a romantic fling left her breathlessâand pregnantâheiress Alexa Mayhew never expects to see Chance McClaren again. But when she bumps into him while on vacation, the truth comes out. Instant daddy Chance wants to do the right thing for his babyâand Alexa. But is the globe-trotting adventure junkie ready to give up his career to be the family man Lexi craves?
STACY CONNELLY has dreamed of publishing books since she was a kid, writing stories about a girl and her horse. Eventually, boys made it onto the pages as she discovered a love of romance and the promise of happily-ever-after. When she is not lost in the land of make-believe, Stacy lives in Arizona with her three spoiled dogs. She loves to hear from readers at [email protected] or stacyconnelly.com.
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HOW TO BE A BLISSFUL BRIDE
© 2018 Stacy Cornell
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Chance McClaren took a deep breath of cool, ocean-scented air and willed his body to relax. Closing his eyes, he let the sound of the waves rushing against the rocky shoreline wash over him. Faint sunlight barely broke through the November haze, but he focused on the warmth against his skin. Gradually, his muscles started to relax. Neck, shoulders, arms. Not his right leg, but that tightness was due to more than tension.
He could do this. He could smile, he could play along. He could pretend...for as long as it took for his body to heal. For as long as it took to get the hell out of Clearville.
Opening his eyes, he hazarded a glance over his shoulder and scowled. The old lady was still there. Hovering over him. Staring down at him. Watching him.
Turning at the waist until the joints in his back popped, Chance muttered, âYouâre losinâ it, man.â
He rubbed at the back of his neck, the skin there feeling bare without the weight of the familiar camera strap. As a photojournalist, Chance had the gift of capturing a moment for everyone to see. Of making still images come alive for people half a world away.
But bringing life to a photo was one thing. Imagining that his familyâs Victorian hotel, the old lady behind him, was living, breathing, watching him... That was something else.
âPlease come, Chance,â his younger sister, Rory, had pleaded. âYou havenât been to Hillcrest House in years. Being here will be good for you.â
His sister had always loved the old gal. Chanceâs lips twitched in a smile. The hotel
