I am thrilled to be participating in the official Release Event celebrating Katee Robert’s THE WEDDING PACT! Kate is one of my all-time favorite authors, and she was kind enough to stop by today with a little Guest Post! Read on for all the details about the book, and enjoy her guest post. Oh, and there’s also a sneak peek excerpt from the novel!
About THE WEDDING PACT:
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.
Guest Post from Katee Robert:
All-Time Best Weddings in Film and Literature.
I love weddings like whoa. They are so much fun and the people watching in unparalleled. So I’ve put together my top weddings in film and books. In no particular order:
- Game of Thrones, The Purple Wedding. This probably makes me a horrible person, but this was my favorite in both the books and the show. The show, specifically, was like catnip because you get to see all these delicious interactions with characters who have been far-flung across the continent for several books. Oberon and Cerci, speficially, were a favorite. And Cerci and Brienne. And to see Joffrey FINALLY get his karma with interest? Yeah, this is a favorite for sure!
- Griffin and Michael in The Virgin and The Queen by Tiffany Reisz. This wedding plays the background to the stories being told in the last two books of the White Years. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that all our favorite characters are there, and they’re all in some form of a HEA that they desperately deserve. It makes my heart happy.
- And no wedding list would be complete without My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I love that movie, and the wedding itself is a cumulation of everything that is awesome. It’s wacky and filled with moments both embarrassing and beautiful, as any wedding should be. And through it all, the love of Ian and Toula runs strong and deep. It’s perfection!
Excerpt from THE WEDDING PACT:
She headed for her favorite booth, but drew up short when she saw that it was occupied. Her brain took precious seconds to catch up to her eyes. There he was, the asshole, sitting in her booth with his legs stretched out in front of him, wearing those jeans that hugged his ass and thighs and a smug smirk, with his arms stretched out across the back of the booth. Challenging her.
In case she missed all that written all over his face, there were two drinks in front of him—a beer and, if she didn’t miss her guess, a dirty martini. Her preferred drink. How the hell did he even know that?
Oh yes, this was a challenge all right.
Every intelligent cell in her brain demanded she turn around and walk away. Run away. But then the bastard raised an eyebrow, as if daring her to sit down and drink with him, and she threw common sense right out the window. Carrigan strode across the distance separating them, putting a little more swing into her step and smiling to herself when his gaze tracked the movement. Album or not, tangled history or no, he wanted her.
And she wasn’t above using that against him.
“Two nights in a row. I must have pissed off Lady Luck somehow.” She sank onto the cushioned seat across the small table from him. The bartender appeared half a second later, and Carrigan smiled sweetly at her. “A dirty martini, please.”
The woman looked at the table, looked back at her, and shrugged. “Sure thing.”
If anything James just seemed more amused. “Too good for my drinks?”
“I’m not stupid enough to take a drink I’ve left unattended…and I’ve never laid eyes on this one until I got here. Party Girl 101.”
“Now, lovely, why would I need to drug you? You came here of your own free will, just like I knew you would.” He leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees, drawing her gaze to the way his black T-shirt clung to his shoulders and how his dangling hands seemed designed to frame the bulge between his legs.
Her body zinged to life in a way it hadn’t in months. It was all too easy to take a walk down memory lane and feel him lifting her against that wall and shoving his cock home, growling filthy words in her ear in that same tone of voice he was using now.
She held his gaze even though all she wanted to do was look away. James wasn’t pretty. He was far too masculine for that. The first time she’d seen him, she thought he’d look perfectly at home on the back of a Harley, and that perception hadn’t changed with time. Everything about him screamed danger in a way she wasn’t used to. The men in her family were dangerous—there was no doubt of that—but it was a polished danger. James’s wasn’t. He was gritty and primal and…She really needed to stop. Right now. “I wouldn’t put anything past you at this point.”
“You wound me.”
“You kidnapped me. I’d say we’re nowhere near even.” Something she had to keep reminding herself, though the fact she kept forgetting annoyed the hell out of her. Only a weak woman would get all aflutter over a man who obviously meant her harm. A weak woman or one with a death wish.
Carrigan wasn’t either.