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.
Meet the O’Malley family in book one of the O’Malley series, The
Marriage Contract:
Coming
in July 2016, An Indecent Proposal
Get to know another O’Malley
sibling- Cillian O’Malley
Greed. Ambition. Violence. Those are the
"values" Olivia Rashidi learned from her Russian mob family-and the
values she must leave behind for the sake of her daughter. When she meets
Cillian O'Malley, she recognizes the red flag of his family name . . . yet she
still can't stop herself from seeing the smoldering, tortured man. To save her
family, Olivia sets out to discover Cillian's own secrets, but the real
revelation is how fast-and how hard-she's falling for him.
Plagued by a violent past, Cillian is more
vulnerable than anyone realizes. Anyone except Olivia, whose beauty,
compassion, and pride have him at "hello," even if she's more
inclined to say good-bye to an O'Malley. While his proposal of sex with no
strings seems simple, what he feels for her isn't, especially after he learns
that she belongs to a rival crime family. Cillian knows that there is no escape
from the life, but Olivia may be worth trying-and dying-for . . .
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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.
Excerpt
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.
Shit.
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.
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