Hustled to the Altar
One con artist bride. One cocky ex-lover. One chance to sting a professional thief…
A reformed grifter, Renny O’Laughlin, thinks marriage will make an honest woman of her, but the day before her wedding, she discovers her employer has been duped. Her conscience demands she make things right–which means visiting her ex.
Playboy Conroy Burke never loses, but he lost Renny. When she tells him how his Gran was tricked, he sees a chance to win back his wildcard. It’s a simple matter of setting up a swindler, avoiding inept kidnappers, and facing his nemesis–today.
Sparks fly as one small detour becomes a madcap adventure and devolves into a life-threatening encounter with serious criminals. Renny is supposed to get married tomorrow, but maybe she’ll go to jail–if she survives at all. Either way, she’ll never make it to the altar on time.
Hustled To The Altar is a fast-paced romantic comedy filled with engaging characters, heartfelt emotion, and “enough twists to keep you hooked.” It will leave you grinning at the surprise ending!
285 Pages | 7 Hours | 88K words
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EXCERPT
Pressure built in her throat as she walked toward Conroy Burke.
He tapped the cue ball. It kissed the seven, sending it whispering at an angle. His concentrated expression relaxed into satisfaction as he straightened.
“You want a word with me?” He spoke in a genial tone, almost indifferent. “What happened to waiting until hell froze over?”
Show no fear, she reminded herself. “It only took six months. Who’d have guessed?”
“I did. Looks like I won the betting pool.”
“You expect me to believe you turned our breakup into a game? You’re not that shameless.”
“Cookie, I take pride in being that shameless.”
She’d give him that, but he wasn’t cruel. If there was a game going on, it was between the two of them and it was going on right here.
She drummed her nails on the rail of the pool table. “You’re trying to score the first point.”
“I’m not trying.”
“You’re the most trying individual this close to the Rockies.”
“Flattery isn’t necessary.”
“I had you at hello?”
His mouth twitched and that made her chuckle, not so much from amusement as relief. After six months of silence, she had wondered if he would speak to her at all. Sparring with him was tricky, risky even, but familiar.
They locked gazes.
For a few seconds, she let herself bask in the tingling self-awareness she always felt around him, the way her hair felt softer when she brushed it off her face, the way her heart beat a little faster, the way each breath felt lighter. She had missed him, she realized, and glanced away in mild alarm.
“How’s the play value?” she asked. It was a question she would ask of any game he was designing.
“On our breakup? Until now, lousy. The rules weren’t clear and it dragged on too long.”