Title: Anywhere With You
Author: Christina Elle
Blurb
You are cordially invited to... tick off the bride.
Teegan Michaels has attended six weddings for her sorority
sisters dateless and she refuses to go to the last one alone. Not when she has
a perfectly respectable—not to mention hot—NFL player ready to save her from
humiliation. Who cares that he’s the bride’s ex-fiancé and only wants to go for
revenge?
Excerpt
She peeked
a glance up at him, catching mostly only a broad shoulder because of his
height. His long arms swung at his sides and his posture stern as he stared at
the romantic beach scene in front of them.
They were
about thirty feet from the other guests when Wes slipped his hand into hers.
She
stiffened on contact and her brain shut down.
Low, so
only she could hear, he said, "We have to sell it, remember?"
She nodded,
not trusting herself to say anything while her heart did backhand springs in
her rib cage. Holy crap. She was totally holding Wes Stevenson’s hand.
And she totally
sounded like a teenybopper thinking that.
Be cool,
Tee. Be cool.
It was
going to be tough though since her version of cool had never been anything
close to his. Or anyone else's for that matter.
Standing up
straighter, she closed her hand around his, taking in the feel of skin against
skin. The closer they got to the already filled area, the more erratic her
heartbeat became. She was going to face Juliet, her family, and friends. And
they were all going to chastise Teegan for bringing Wes.
Damn. She
wished she'd thought about that before this moment. She could've feigned
sickness for the entire weekend. What was going around right now? Yellow fever?
Malaria? She'd even take a good case of salmonella. Anything to get her out of
seeing the judgment in everyone's eyes. The same judgment she saw at every
other Delta Gam wedding she'd attended.
With a
date, without a date...it didn't matter. It followed Teegan anyway.
The man in
question didn't seem bothered by their impending fate. He stood tall and wore a
confident smile. Zero nerves radiated off him.
The Ice
Box, they'd called him on the football field. Because he was always cool under
pressure. Man, what she wouldn't give to have some of that superpower right
now.
He squeezed
her hand, which made her look up at him. He lifted his chin, gesturing in front
of them. She looked toward a receiving line that included the bride and groom.
Juliet and
the man she'd left Wes for.
Excellent.
Teegan couldn't wait to greet them both on this glorious, fantastic evening.
Why, oh
why, had she agreed to this? It would’ve been better not to attend at all,
rather than bring Juliet’s ex to Juliet’s wedding.
Oh, God.
Her heart was beating at an unhealthy rate. She might faint.
Hey, that
wasn’t a bad idea. If she fainted—
The hand
attached to hers tightened.
Wes. She
was doing this for Wes. Just think about that. This had to be a million times
worse for him.
Author Bio
Christina believes that laughter really is the best
medicine, which is why in her stories she blends a healthy dose of hilarious
hijinks with gritty suspense.
When she’s not writing fun contemporary romance or quirky
romantic suspense, Christina can be found devouring books in every genre,
watching Chris Hemsworth on TV, playing board games with her family, working
out, checking out Chris Hemsworth on Facebook, napping, stalking Chris
Hemsworth on Instagram, and shopping…for Chris Hemsworth’s latest DVD.
Christina lives near Baltimore with her husband and two
sons, who give her an endless supply of humorous material to write about.
She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Maryland Romance
Writers.
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