might be the only way to show you that you can.”
As she hadn’t made a move to take the box, he opened it for her.
The ring was small, and old fashioned. Also, gorgeous, let's not forget gorgeous. There were sapphires nested around a modest princess cut diamond.
She didn't even like diamonds but damn. That one was pretty.
“Xander got Mum to give him her engagement set to propose to Tamsin. I roped Dad into giving me his mother’s. But obviously, you’ll question this. I bet the allegation number one will be does he just want the kids.”
Right on the money; dammit, was she that predictable?
“So I have one condition. If you accept this, you’ll marry me without a prenup.”
Shut. Up.
People like the Colburns couldn’t marry without a prenup; she was pretty sure there was a law against it somewhere. If there wasn’t, there should be.
The issue wasn’t how much he was worth – it was the fact that thousands of people relied on him; losing some of his assets would cost the entire society a lot.
“That’s me trusting you. That’s me telling you that there’s no way any private investigator would ever find me cheating. That’s me telling you I love you the only way I can make you believe it.”
When she was done peeling her jaw off the floor, Alice said the only thing that came through her mind.
“I need you to fuck me now. Hard. In every cavity. Until tomorrow.”
Epilogue:
She dragged his ass all the way to the lounge and made him phone people. First, Lincon, because she was not marrying him without a prenup, and his lawyer had to get going to have it drafted in time. Then, his mother, and hers. Alice assumed they’d wanted to be there, and the least they could do was to give them twenty-four hours of notice.
“What do you mean, tomorrow, dear?”
If things went south, Colt wasn’t above blaming Shane for giving him the idea.
“Alice said yes. I don’t want her to change her mind.”
Funny enough, Mara sagely agreed this was probably the best course of action, and promised to meet them in Vegas.
Gia, unsurprisingly, wasn’t as easy to convince.
She yelled so hard Colt held the phone at arm’s length without putting it on speaker, and he still heard every word.
He winced until Alice took the cell from him.
“Gia?”
The yelling stopped immediately.
“Alice, dear,” the dragon cooed.
“Good morning Gia. I desperately need your help… You see, I don’t have a dress.”
And that was that. The Dragon was on her course to terrorize every designer in LA.
“How the hell do you do that?”
She smiled secretively, and refused to divulge her strange power over his mother.
To the rest of their respective clans, they sent an email; over the course of the next twenty-something hours, they received various insults, but then, all of them were there – Alice’s grumpy sister, her roommates and colleagues, her brother and his scary little geek, the parents, the entire Colburn crew, Brett Webber, Jack Cross and even Lincon Noble; every single person they’d included in that email.
Just like Alice and Colt Colburn would always drop everything, and be there at each and every one of their weddings.
I hope you liked that one!
Next, you'll have The Brat,
Standalone, ready on pre order.
The brat, extract.
Ten Years ago.
“You’ll end up with that girl,” Pops told him.
Shane forced his gaze away from the swimming pool where his baby sister and her friends were making a fool of themselves.
They'd always held these parties, but the previous year and the year before that, the girls had been flat chested and wearing braces. Now, they were little ladies. Strange.
“Mhh?”
“That girl,” the old man said, pointing towards the silly brunette with out of control curls, currently perched on top of a picnic table, an air guitar in hand, rocking it in front of her entire class.
Brooke – or Runt, as he liked to call her, since it infuriated her.
Shane
As she hadn’t made a move to take the box, he opened it for her.
The ring was small, and old fashioned. Also, gorgeous, let's not forget gorgeous. There were sapphires nested around a modest princess cut diamond.
She didn't even like diamonds but damn. That one was pretty.
“Xander got Mum to give him her engagement set to propose to Tamsin. I roped Dad into giving me his mother’s. But obviously, you’ll question this. I bet the allegation number one will be does he just want the kids.”
Right on the money; dammit, was she that predictable?
“So I have one condition. If you accept this, you’ll marry me without a prenup.”
Shut. Up.
People like the Colburns couldn’t marry without a prenup; she was pretty sure there was a law against it somewhere. If there wasn’t, there should be.
The issue wasn’t how much he was worth – it was the fact that thousands of people relied on him; losing some of his assets would cost the entire society a lot.
“That’s me trusting you. That’s me telling you that there’s no way any private investigator would ever find me cheating. That’s me telling you I love you the only way I can make you believe it.”
When she was done peeling her jaw off the floor, Alice said the only thing that came through her mind.
“I need you to fuck me now. Hard. In every cavity. Until tomorrow.”
Epilogue:
She dragged his ass all the way to the lounge and made him phone people. First, Lincon, because she was not marrying him without a prenup, and his lawyer had to get going to have it drafted in time. Then, his mother, and hers. Alice assumed they’d wanted to be there, and the least they could do was to give them twenty-four hours of notice.
“What do you mean, tomorrow, dear?”
If things went south, Colt wasn’t above blaming Shane for giving him the idea.
“Alice said yes. I don’t want her to change her mind.”
Funny enough, Mara sagely agreed this was probably the best course of action, and promised to meet them in Vegas.
Gia, unsurprisingly, wasn’t as easy to convince.
She yelled so hard Colt held the phone at arm’s length without putting it on speaker, and he still heard every word.
He winced until Alice took the cell from him.
“Gia?”
The yelling stopped immediately.
“Alice, dear,” the dragon cooed.
“Good morning Gia. I desperately need your help… You see, I don’t have a dress.”
And that was that. The Dragon was on her course to terrorize every designer in LA.
“How the hell do you do that?”
She smiled secretively, and refused to divulge her strange power over his mother.
To the rest of their respective clans, they sent an email; over the course of the next twenty-something hours, they received various insults, but then, all of them were there – Alice’s grumpy sister, her roommates and colleagues, her brother and his scary little geek, the parents, the entire Colburn crew, Brett Webber, Jack Cross and even Lincon Noble; every single person they’d included in that email.
Just like Alice and Colt Colburn would always drop everything, and be there at each and every one of their weddings.
I hope you liked that one!
Next, you'll have The Brat,
Standalone, ready on pre order.
The brat, extract.
Ten Years ago.
“You’ll end up with that girl,” Pops told him.
Shane forced his gaze away from the swimming pool where his baby sister and her friends were making a fool of themselves.
They'd always held these parties, but the previous year and the year before that, the girls had been flat chested and wearing braces. Now, they were little ladies. Strange.
“Mhh?”
“That girl,” the old man said, pointing towards the silly brunette with out of control curls, currently perched on top of a picnic table, an air guitar in hand, rocking it in front of her entire class.
Brooke – or Runt, as he liked to call her, since it infuriated her.
Shane
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