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
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 . . .
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. Connect with Katee at: Website
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Excerpts
“What
are you wearing?”
A
pause, as if she’d shocked him. “You’re hitting on me.”
“Are
you complaining?” She twisted around in her chair and stared into the mirror on
the wall across from her. When he didn’t immediately respond, she kept going.
The only alternative was to back down, and Carrigan was so goddamn tired of
backing down. The only reason she kept taking James’s calls was because of the
distraction he offered her. If he wasn’t going to play, there was no reason for
her to stay on the phone.
She
really wanted him to stay on the phone. “Shy? That’s okay, I’ll go first. I’m
wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of black panties.” She was a liar, but
it would take all of five seconds to make it the truth.
“Lovely,
you’re testing me.” His voice gained an edge.
Good.
At least someone was feeling as out of control as she was. “I suppose you’d
like photographic proof.” She stood and shimmied out of her long skirt, and
then pinned the phone between her ear and shoulder while she unhooked her bra
and took it off. “Hold, please.”
Ignoring
his cursing, she adjusted her angle so he would have to be blind to miss the
faint outline of her nipples against the fabric of her tank top, and snapped a
picture. She knew she was playing with fire. Good lord, of course she knew. But
she wasn’t about to stop. She grinned as she sent the picture.
Carrigan
put the phone back to her ear in time to hear his sharp inhale. “Your turn.”
She held her breath, waiting to see if he’d actually do it. Receiving pictures
was one thing. Putting them out in the world was entirely another. Really, she
shouldn’t have taken the risk in the first place. There was no telling what he
would do with them—they might show up on the Internet. Then who would want to
marry her?
Funny,
but the idea of countless men checking out her rack didn’t bother her nearly as
much if it meant she dodged the marriage bullet. The shame on her family might
be enough that her father would send her away permanently. She’d like to spend
some time in New York or LA or even New Orleans. Maybe Rome or Paris or Tokyo.
The world was so damn big and she’d only seen a little slice of it.
Her
phone beeped, pulling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the picture he’d
sent and started to shake. Oh my God. James was shirtless, wearing only
those goddamn jeans she couldn’t seem to get enough of. And they were unbuttoned—a
clear invitation if she ever saw one. An invitation she desperately wanted to
accept. “Damn, James. Somebody taught you how to selfie.”
“Maybe
I’m a natural.” His voice was little more than a growl. “You started this,
lovely. Tell me what’s next.”
The
strange mix of command and handing her the reins got her head back in the game.
She walked over to her bed and climbed onto it, trying to ignore the trembling
in her legs. She could be in charge. She wanted to be. “I’m lying on my
bed.”
“What
color are the sheets?”
The
question seemed to carry far more import than it should. “White.”
“They
don’t suit you. Red is your color. Go on.” He sounded so damn imperial, as if
he actually knew her. He didn’t. No one did, really. She wore so many masks,
sometimes she worried she’d forget the woman at the center of them all.
But
this time he was right. She would have chosen red for herself.
Carrigan
put the thought away and focused on the now. “You talk too much.”
“My
mistake.” He didn’t sound the least bit sorry. Good. She wasn’t, either.
“How do you want it, lovely? Rough, I’d bet. You’re not fucking breakable, and
I think you love to be reminded of that fact.” Something rustled on his end of
the line. “Close your eyes.”
She
obeyed without thinking, and then instantly snapped them open. “I thought I was
in charge.”
“You
let me know if I get something wrong.” His laugh told her how unlikely he found
the possibility.
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