How To Romance A Runaway Bride
‘If we're not married by thirty, we'll marry each other.’ Allegra Clark never expected to be a runaway bride. Fleeing from the altar she bolts straight into billionaire Zander Wilde, the man she once vowed to wed…
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âIf weâre not married by thirty, weâll marry each other.â
Allegra Clark doesnât expect to be a runaway bride...till sheâs about to say, âI do.â Then the commitmentphobe boltsâstraight into the adjacent thirtieth birthday party of the man sheâd once vowed to wed. Billionaire hotelier Zander Wilde can hardly believe his eyes. The woman he never forgot, more beautiful than ever, in a gown and veil. And sheâs just days away from her thirtieth birthday.
TERI WILSON is a novelist for Mills & Boon She is the author of Unleashing Mr. Darcy, now a Hallmark Channel Original Movie. Teri is also a contributing writer at www.HelloGiggles.com, a lifestyle and enter-tainment website founded by Zooey Deschanel that is now part of the People magazine, TIME magazine and Entertainment Weekly family. Teri loves books, travel, animals and dancing every day. Visit Teri at www.teriwilson.net or on Twitter, @teriwilsonauthr.
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HOW TO ROMANCE A RUNAWAY BRIDE
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Contents
âYou dance secretly inside my heart,
where no one else can see.â
âRumi
Zander Wilde was seeing things. It was the only explanation. He was hallucinating. Or having a stroke. Anything. Because the woman in a frothy white wedding gown whoâd just burst through the door of his birthday party at the Bennington Hotel couldnât possibly be real. Not when she looked so very much like Allegra had all those years ago.
âLetâs make a deal. If neither of us is married by the time we turn thirty, weâll marry each other,â Zander had said. âAgreed?â
âAgreed,â Allegra had replied.
Zanderâs throat grew tight. He hadnât thought about that conversation in a long time. A very long time. Unless the past week or so counted. But it was normal to remember such things under the circumstances, wasnât it? He was turning thirty, and that impulsive little arrangement was a childhood memory. Nothing more. Nothing less. It didnât actually mean anything.
Except here she was, almost a decade and a half later, dressed from head to toe in bridal white.
No one else seemed to notice her sudden appearance, so maybe she was indeed a figment of his imagination. Either that, or the party guests had been distracted by the arrival of his enormous birthday cake. With any luck, it was the former.
He tore his gaze away from her and focused instead on the cake sitting on the table in front of him. The blaze from its thirty candles warmed his face. Someone started to sing the lyrics to âHappy Birthday to Youââmaybe one of his sisters or another of the Wildes. He didnât even know. He couldnât seem to concentrate on the very real people and the very real celebration going on around him.
