Saying
I Do
A Stewart Island Series Standalone
By Tracey Alvarez
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 19, 2017
Synopsis
Marriage and happily-ever-after are for
suckers…
Joe Whelan was
fooled once on the way to the altar, and the Irish doctor isn’t about to be an
eejit over a woman again. Especially not one who witnessed his broken-hearted
humiliation years ago. He won’t be swayed by the sparks that fly whenever his
eyes meet MacKenna’s or distracted by her sweet kisses. The only thing Joe
cares about is preventing his sister from making the biggest marital mistake of
her life.
MacKenna Jones
loves a good wedding—so long as she’s sewing the bride’s gown, not walking down
the aisle herself. Falling for Joe Whelan’s sexy bedside manner wasn’t on the
cards, neither was a seven-day road trip with him to Las Vegas, the Marriage
Capital of the World. When the stakes are so high, will these two gun-shy
cynics ever say I Do?
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Excerpt
Mac
continued to gaze lustfully into the all-marble bathroom and giant tub that
could easily hold a wedding party of six. As much as she wanted to soak in a
tub filled with bubbles, if she wasn’t to be a complete wreck meeting Joe’s
family later, she needed to crawl beneath those sheets and sleep for at least
an hour.
“Shower
and sleep,” she said. “I’m on an unstoppable trajectory to get clean and
unconscious.”
“Party
pooper.”
He
grinned that sexy, promising a
good time grin, and she
nearly caved. Before Mac changed her mind, she ducked into the bathroom and
shut the door. Locked it. Keeping temptation out of reach—for her, not him.
Tapping her phone, she selected her favorite playlist and cranked up the
volume. Nothing like Freddy Mercury’s soaring vocal plea for someone to love to
set the mood for a refreshing, loooong shower.
Mac
sang along—too bad if Joe didn’t like her voice—and took her time under the
steaming-hot jets while Freddy gave way to Madonna, Bryan Adams, and Simple
Minds.
Once
her fingers started to prune, she relented and got out, pouncing on the free
bottle of expensive body lotion. While Cyndi told the world about girls just
wanting to have fun, Mac finished slathering on the lotion. She’d been a little
premature turning down the opportunity to mess up the sheets with Joe because
parts of her were very refreshed.
She
flung open the bathroom door, shimmying everything she had, the chorus on her
lips—and met the startled gaze of Joe, beer bottle in hand…and two other men.
One sat
on the sofa, the other reclined on their bed, beer balanced on his flat
stomach. Three pairs of eyes locked on her assets, jaws sagged, followed by
wide, appreciative smiles by the two strangers. Joe turned a murderous stare at
the two men—who were obviously his brothers, judging by their same coloring and
bright blue eyes.
Mac
froze momentarily, like a possum in a hunter’s spotlight, a flight or fight
response kicking in, even though in this case, embarrassment would kill her
before the adrenaline overdose. She bit down on the urge to shriek like a train
whistle and slapped an attitude-infused hand on her waist instead. What was the
point of rushing away when men had a photographic memory for boobs and bums?
They’d be retelling this story for years.
“You
must be Joe’s brothers,” she said. “Nice to meetcha.” As if she met her
boyfriend’s family bare-assed every day of the week.
“Pleasure
is all ours,” said the brother from the bed, lifting his beer in a silent
toast. “I’m Kyle.”
“Luke,”
the older of the two men said, from the sofa. “We brought beer.”
Both
men, after their initial surprise, met her gaze squarely without their gazes
lowering to her…assets. Now if she could just figure out how to make a graceful
exit…
Joe
solved the issue by hauling the gold-and-purple bed runner off the comforter
and crossing the room in double time to wrap it around her, using the bulk of
his body to block his brothers’ view.
“Flippin’
hell, Mac,” he muttered, tucking the tail of fabric between her breasts.
His
voice was gruff, but not with the chastisement she’d assumed. His face told her
he was caught between laughter, annoyance, and possessive arousal. Suddenly,
she wanted the Whelan brothers gone. Suddenly, she didn’t need a nap, she just
needed Joe.
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Meet the Author
Tracey Alvarez
is a USA Today Bestselling Author living in the Coolest Little Capital in the
World (a.k.a Wellington, New Zealand). Married to a wonderfully supportive IT
guy, she has two teens who would love to be surgically linked to their
electronic devices.
Fuelled by
copious amounts of coffee, she’s the author of contemporary romantic fiction
set predominantly in New Zealand. Small-towns, close communities, and families
are a big part of the heart-warming stories she writes. Oh, and hot,
down-to-earth heroes—Kiwi men, in other words.
When she’s not
writing, thinking about writing, or procrastinating about writing, Tracey can
be found with her nose in her e-reader, nibbling on smuggled chocolate bars, or
bribing her kids to take over the housework.
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