The Wedding Rescue, Book Three (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance)
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The Wedding Rescue, Book Three (An Alpha Billionaire Club BBW Romance)
Book Three of The Wedding Rescue, the hot and sexy series by Alexa Wilder...
She thinks she's not his type. He's determined to prove her wrong. Leigha Carmichael is used to the quiet life. A junior accountant by day, she knows girls like her don't have exciting lives. She's smart, shy and her curvy body doesn't fit in among the beauty queens of Las Vegas. Still reeling from her ex-boyfriend's betrayal, Leigha's sworn off all men. Except she has a huge problem, and only the right man can solve it.
The moment he sees her across a crowded bar, Dylan Kane knows he wants her. And Dylan Kane always gets what he wants. Especially when the object of his desire is sitting in his own casino. She's nothing like the skinny, overly made up women he's used to. From her clear gray eyes to her luscious curves, Leigha is the real thing. Exactly the change of pace he's been looking for. And even better, she needs something from him. With the bargain he has in mind, they'll both get exactly what they want.
In the few days she's his, Dylan plans to take control of every delectable inch of Leigha's body. But when the weekend is over, will he be able to let her go?
**This hot and steamy alpha billionaire romance is perfect for fans of Hannah Ford, Lila Monroe, Cassie Cross and J.S. Scott**
All five books in The Wedding Rescue are available now exclusively for Amazon and Kindle Unlimited readers.
EXCERPT: Leigha
I stared at the phone on the table as if it were a snake, poised to strike. It remained silent and dark, nothing more than metal, glass, and plastic. Before it could come to life with another creepy message, I turned and left the room. Whatever was going on, I didn’t want to know. Not right now. I wanted to walk out of that room in my fabulous dress, wearing fabulous heels, and go to my evil sister’s rehearsal dinner with my unbelievably hot date. That phone, and the powder keg of drama it suddenly represented, was staying behind.
Nothing was going to ruin my night with Dylan.
I was so focused on closing the door to the bedroom, I didn’t see Dylan until he was standing right in front of me. The guy was knee-weakening hot, normally. Standing before me in a classic black tux, he might have stepped right out of a romantic movie. More than his good looks, or the way the tux fit his broad shoulders, it was the look on his face that did me in. Possession, arousal, and admiration swirled in his eyes, telling me that I didn’t look as good as I thought I did, I looked better.
Holding out his hand to me, he said, “Come here.†I crossed the distance between us, smiling as he drew me into his arms.
“I’m going to ruin your lip gloss,†he said, his mouth coming down on mine.