We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Rachel Harris' ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED ON PURPOSE!! ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED ON PURPOSE is the third book in her Love and Games Series published by Entangled Bliss.
About ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED ON PURPOSE:
One ring plus one wild night equals one crazy
love
Sherry Robicheaux loves men. She loves love. And she loves
an adventure. So when she meets a mysterious man while working backstage at a
country music concert in Vegas, she’s all about what’s happened in Vegas
staying there.
Country music superstar Tyler Blue just wants a weekend of
anonymity…though there’s something about the spunky waitress with the streaks
of purple hair that tempts him like no other. Until the next morning, when they
both wake up with fuzzy memories…and rings on their fingers.
Convincing Sherry to maintain the ruse for his public image
isn’t the hardest part—it’s reminding himself that their time spent playing
husband and wife in her small town of Magnolia Springs can’t last. Tyler’s
first love will always be music—and the road is no place for a sweet downhome
girl.
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EXCERPT:
From opposite the long table of food, the brunette gave him
a blatant once over as he came to a stop in front of her, twirling a strand of
purple hair around her fingertip. When she reached his lucky belt buckle, her
sinful lips twitched.
“If the words, ‘Come here often,’ leave your mouth, I swear
I’ll laugh you straight back to roadie-ville.” Her words were harsh, but the
smile that sprang free was playful, and Tyler found himself mesmerized by the
familiar twang of her southern voice.
So much so that he’d almost missed what she said.
“Roadie-ville?”
“Sorry, do you prefer techie?” Her
cute nose wrinkled as she stuck her hands in her back jeans pocket. “I heard
someone else say that earlier, but I swear that sounds like a computer nerd.”
She looked him up and down again, this time her gaze lingering around his hips.
Slightly south of the belt buckle. Hot damn. “I
think roadie fits you better. Sounds sexier.”
Tyler scratched the side of his jaw. Was she messing with
him? He’d heard a hell of a lot of come-ons since making it to Nashville and
had been propositioned in every way possible. But this was a first. The woman
stared back, smiling that damn seductive smile, and he realized she honestly
had no clue who he was. For some reason, he was in no hurry to correct that
just yet.
He couldn’t recall the last time he’d gone anywhere without
being recognized, much less his own concert. But since the room was swarming with
crew, Tyler could understand the confusion…if she
weren’t a hardcore fan, and clearly, this woman wasn’t. Tyler swiped a hand
over his mouth, hiding a smile.
“Sugar, you can call me anything you like,” he drawled,
laying it on thick even to his own ears. Her pretty lips parted, and he
grinned. “And what can I call you?”
Her smile twisted into a smirk. “Who said you could call me
at all?”
He laughed, shocked again, and for the first time in a long
time, speechless.
She winked. “I’m Sherry.” When she said her name, she looked
right into his eyes as if he should remember it, and he had no doubt that he
would. The confidence pouring off her was sexy as hell. “And…you are?”
“Tyler,” he replied, glad she’d gone with just her first
name so he could do the same. The rest of the world simply referred to Tyler as
Blue, the front man for the band bearing his last name. Even so, he stood back
and waited for a sign of recognition.
It never came.
When it became obvious she really had no clue who he was,
nor would she guess any time soon, Tyler felt a knot of tension release between
his shoulder blades.
“So, Sherry, you planning to watch tonight’s show?”
She pulled a face. “I’m not much for country, other than the
line dances. All those songs about trucks and trains and whiskey and dogs,
though that last one I can forgive.” Her smile softened and Tyler moved closer,
wanting to be nearer the genuine warmth of it. “No offense to your boss or
anything,” she added with a slight grimace. “I heard he’s pretty hot…even if
he is the man-whore of country music.”
A shocked laugh burst from his lips. “Excuse me?”
She waved her comment away, as if she hadn’t just insulted
him to his face—which, he guessed, she hadn’t really. At least not on purpose.
“Just a theory I have. I’m sure he’s a perfectly adequate boss.”
Now, Tyler laughed for real. “Yeah, he’s…adequate.” Shaking
his head, he propped his hip on the table. This was the most fun he’d had with
a woman in months—and they both still had their clothes on.
Award-winning and Bestselling author Rachel Harris writes
humorous love stories about sassy girls next door and the hot guys that make
them swoon. Emotion, vibrant settings, and strong relationships are a staple in
each of her books...and kissing. Lots of kissing.
An admitted Diet Mountain Dew addict and homeschool mom, she
gets through each day by laughing at herself, hugging her kids, and watching
way too much Food Network with her husband. She writes young adult, new adult,
and adult romance, and LOVES talking with readers.
My favorite genres are YA Urban Fantasy with romance or action/adventure, anything with vampires, witches, faeries, aliens well you get the picture. And my new favorite genre is YA Dystopian.
ReplyDeleteI am right there with you. Just recently became obsessed with YA Dystopian!
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