THE WEDDING PACT
by Katee Robert
Carrigan O'Malley has fallen in love with family
enemy #1, James Halloran and he has absolutely no intention of letting her get
away. THE WEDDING PACT is the second book in a smoking-hot series about
the O'Malleys—wealthy, powerful, and full of scandalous family secrets
from New York Times Bestseller Katee Robert and Forever Romance.
Series: The O’Malley Series #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release
Date: April
26, 2016
Publisher:
Grand
Central Publishing- Forever
Synopsis:
Carrigan
O'Malley has always known her arranged marriage would be more about power and
prestige than passion. But after one taste of the hard-bodied, whiskey-voiced
James Halloran, she's ruined for anyone else. Too bad James and his family are
enemy number 1.
Hallorans
vs. O'Malleys—that's how it's always been. James should be thinking more about
how to expand his family's empire instead of how silky Carrigan's skin is
against his and how he can next get her into his bed. Those are dangerous
thoughts. But not nearly as dangerous as he'll be if he can't get what he
wants: Carrigan by his side for the rest of their lives.
“What are you
wearing?”
A pause, as if she’d
shocked him. “You’re hitting on me.”
“Are you
complaining?” She twisted around in her chair and stared into the mirror on the
wall across from her. When he didn’t immediately respond, she kept going. The
only alternative was to back down, and Carrigan was so goddamn tired of backing
down. The only reason she kept taking James’s calls was because of the
distraction he offered her. If he wasn’t going to play, there was no reason for
her to stay on the phone.
She really wanted
him to stay on the phone. “Shy? That’s okay, I’ll go first. I’m wearing a thin
white tank top and a pair of black panties.” She was a liar, but it would take
all of five seconds to make it the truth.
“Lovely, you’re
testing me.” His voice gained an edge.
Good. At least
someone was feeling as out of control as she was. “I suppose you’d like
photographic proof.” She stood and shimmied out of her long skirt, and then
pinned the phone between her ear and shoulder while she unhooked her bra and
took it off. “Hold, please.”
Ignoring his
cursing, she adjusted her angle so he would have to be blind to miss the faint
outline of her nipples against the fabric of her tank top, and snapped a
picture. She knew she was playing with fire. Good lord, of course she knew. But
she wasn’t about to stop. She grinned as she sent the picture.
Carrigan put the
phone back to her ear in time to hear his sharp inhale. “Your turn.” She held
her breath, waiting to see if he’d actually do it. Receiving pictures was one
thing. Putting them out in the world was entirely another. Really, she
shouldn’t have taken the risk in the first place. There was no telling what he
would do with them—they might show up on the Internet. Then who would want to
marry her?
Funny, but the idea
of countless men checking out her rack didn’t bother her nearly as much if it
meant she dodged the marriage bullet. The shame on her family might be enough
that her father would send her away permanently. She’d like to spend some time
in New York or LA or even New Orleans. Maybe Rome or Paris or Tokyo. The world
was so damn big and she’d only seen a little slice of it.
Her phone beeped,
pulling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the picture he’d sent and
started to shake. Oh my God. James was
shirtless, wearing only those goddamn jeans she couldn’t seem to get enough of.
And they were unbuttoned—a clear invitation if she ever saw one. An invitation
she desperately wanted to accept. “Damn, James. Somebody taught you how to
selfie.”
“Maybe I’m a
natural.” His voice was little more than a growl. “You started this, lovely.
Tell me what’s next.”
The strange mix of
command and handing her the reins got her head back in the game. She walked
over to her bed and climbed onto it, trying to ignore the trembling in her
legs. She could be in charge. She wanted to be. “I’m lying on my bed.”
“What color are the
sheets?”
The question seemed
to carry far more import than it should. “White.”
“They don’t suit
you. Red is your color. Go on.” He sounded so damn imperial, as if he actually
knew her. He didn’t. No one did, really. She wore so many masks, sometimes she
worried she’d forget the woman at the center of them all.
But this time he was
right. She would have chosen red for herself.
Carrigan put the
thought away and focused on the now. “You talk too much.”
“My mistake.” He
didn’t sound the least bit sorry. Good. She wasn’t,
either. “How do you want it, lovely? Rough, I’d bet. You’re not fucking
breakable, and I think you love to be reminded of that fact.” Something rustled
on his end of the line. “Close your eyes.”
She obeyed without
thinking, and then instantly snapped them open. “I thought I was in charge.”
“You let me know if
I get something wrong.” His laugh told her how unlikely he found the
possibility.
Meet
the O’Malley family in book one of the O’Malley series, The Marriage Contract:
About Katee Robert:
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling
author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She
found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not writing
sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing
imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if
questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. Connect
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