Blurb:

One night of passion could set her free…but will she ever see him again?

It’s five days before my wedding to Nathan Bonaventure. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s also cold and calculating, and he wants a trophy, not a wife. Thanks to my Aunt Cecily, I don’t even get a say in it.

My friends think having my bachelorette party at a strip club is a great idea, but all I can think about is how miserable I’m going to be for the rest of my life. Until he shows up. Phoenix, the star of the show, is a blue-eyed god with a body to die for.

He’s supposed to be entertaining the crowd. So why won’t he take those stunning eyes off me…and what’s going to happen in the champagne room?

About the Wedding Wrecks series: Sizzling, erotic novellas that feature women on the verge of marrying Mr. Wrong–saved from making the worst mistake of their lives through a steamy encounter with Mr. Oh-So-Right.

Excerpt

They started to dance.

My mouth must’ve fallen open. If I screamed, I couldn’t hear myself over the pounding music and the shouts of the spectators as the men on stage shook and flowed, unbuttoning their jackets without breaking stride. Drawing closer. I couldn’t take my eyes off them—they were hypnotically sensual, and the fact that they were obviously enjoying themselves only added to it.

The jackets came off, all at the same time. Tight tanktops stretched over glistening, rippling muscle. I think I was drooling. I barely registered Kari beside me, nudging and shouting, “Stand up, girl! The view’s better up here!”

I was on my feet without thinking, just as three camouflage caps went sailing in the air. The lead man’s gaze drew me instantly—eyes a stunning blue, close-cropped dark hair, the face of a wicked angel. I couldn’t stop looking at him.

And I had the weirdest feeling he was staring right back at me.

They reached the end of the runway. No shirts now, just pants and combat boots. One started bumping and grinding around the pole, another crouched near the crowd to the right, his arm outstretched. From the dim soup of the crowd, someone was handing him a folded chair. And Phoenix, the blue-eyed walking orgasm, stopped in front of me.

He grinned and held a hand out. My heart jumped into my throat when I realized his intentions and I shook my head furiously, trying to shove myself back into the masses.

But my friends wouldn’t let me escape.

Review:

An entertaining read and a good past time, the author has weaved a story of old friendship and complications in the life of women who was weak and did not have the strength to fight for her cause. The story starts with the Elizabeth and her friends visiting men’s strip club for her bachelorette party where she becomes the object of attention of one male who has the eyes for only her. When the strip party starts, she is pulled on stage by the lead stripper who sexually arouses her with his dance steps. Side by side, her problems in her mind make her grim and sober for she is being forced to marry Nathaniel Bonaventure, who according to her was not the man of her dreams.

As the story progresses, the friends go over their old memories of high school where Liz remembers her best friend, David Taylor. The story moves forward at a neutral pace when they are being introduced to the strippers from the stage earlier and the lead one, Phoenix, takes Liz to the Champagne Room.

The story is entertaining though but a lot more could be done to make it better, for example explaining Elizabeth’s situation with Nathaniel, the author could have been more elaborative about her relationship with her aunt, Cecily. The prose and narrative is really good and I wish the author success for her book.