Authors: Kat Cantrell
Bride: Meredith, soon-to-be co-owner, wedding dress business
Marital Status: Victim, Vegas wedding mix-up
Action Required: Divorce, ASAP
After one night of tequila and sex, their impromptu Vegas wedding shouldn’t be valid. But Meredith Chandler-Harris just discovered she’s still tied to irresistible businessman Jason Lynhurst. She needs out of their marriage, but to become his company’s new CEO, he needs her as a bride. Let the newlywed games begin.
“What if what I really want is to stay married?”
It wasn’t, but Jason was in a reckless mood after all his careful plans had unraveled in the course of an afternoon. One kiss wasn’t enough to get him completely over the destruction this woman had caused. Plus, she’d piqued his curiosity about the divorce. Why was it so important to her? There were a lot of women who might find it convenient to be married to someone from a powerful fashion-industry family.
The fact that she didn’t intrigued him.
Of course, Meredith had always been one of a kind.
Her genuine smile hit him in the not-yet-cooled lower half, further proving the point. No woman had ever turned him on with simply a grin. Except his wife, apparently.
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Don’t miss Meredith’s sister’s story, another Newlywed Games book, in
From Ex to Eternity
, also on sale this month from Harlequin Desire.
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From Fake to Forever
is part of the Newlywed Games duet: Two wedding dress designers finally get their chance to walk down the aisle!
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It’s raining weddings at Harlequin! If you read
From Ex to Eternity
, you’ve already met Cara’s sister, Meredith, and likely hurried to pick up her story. She’s an intriguing, unforgettable woman, as her Las Vegas weekend fling discovers when she shows up in his office two years later…along with the news that they’re still married! Jason Lynhurst already has enough problems, and Meredith makes things worse. Or does she?
I loved twisting this marriage-of-convenience story—or rather, Meredith and Jason did it for me! They are two of the most headstrong characters I’ve ever had the pleasure of writing, and they took me along for the ride as Jason tried to keep their marriage platonic and Meredith tried to rekindle their love affair. All while Meredith infiltrated the world of New York fashion to complete the task Jason demanded in exchange for a divorce. It’s a rush from beginning to end!
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From Ex to Eternity
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I hope you enjoy reading both sisters’ stories as much as I enjoyed writing them.
FROM FAKE TO FOREVER
read her first Harlequin novel in third grade and has been scribbling in notebooks since she learned to spell. What else would she write but romance? She majored in literature, officially with the intent to teach, but somehow ended up buried in middle management in corporate America, until she became a stay-at-home mom and full-time writer.
Kat, her husband and their two boys live in north Texas. When she’s not writing about characters on the journey to happily-ever-after, she can be found at a soccer game, watching the TV show
or listening to ’80s music.
Kat was the 2011 Harlequin So You Think You Can Write winner and a 2012 RWA Golden Heart Award finalist for best unpublished series contemporary manuscript.
Books by Kat Cantrell
Marriage with Benefits
The Things She Says
The Baby Deal
Pregnant by Morning
Happily Ever After, Inc.
Matched to a Billionaire
Matched to a Prince
From Ex to Eternity
From Fake to Forever
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ormally, a surprise trip to Manhattan ranked high on Meredith Chandler-Harris’s list of Really Cool Things. A visit to one of the most highly respected fashion houses in the world hit the list even higher than that. Having to tell the man she’d spent two years trying to forget that they were married, not so much. It pretty much ruined Manhattan, fashion and—hell, even martinis.
That had been Jason’s drink.
Meredith shifted as unobtrusively as possible on the leather couch as she waited for the receptionist to admit her to the inner sanctum of Jason Lynhurst, chief operating officer of Lyn Couture. Who was also Meredith’s husband. Apparently.
“Mr. Lynhurst will see you now,” the receptionist called in her frostiest voice.
Meredith always got frosty from women, who were largely unforgiving of the assets God had bestowed on her at birth. And she especially expected frosty from a woman who’d tried not-so-politely to show Meredith the door. She obviously had no clue who she was dealing with.
Lyn Couture bustled beyond the reception area, with sharply dressed men and women engaged in a myriad of tasks. Fascinated, Meredith craned her neck to peek at chalk outlines of sleek outfits stenciled on parchment and fabric swatches laid out on cluttered desks.
This was where the alchemy of fashion and style converged. It was enough to make a woman giddy. She adored everything about clothes: buying them, wearing them, owning them, matching them. But to a woman who wanted to buy half of her sister’s wedding-dress-design company, Lyn Couture was so much more than a place of business—this was a mecca for like-minded people.
Even Meredith had a pair of Lyn jeans. Of course, she hadn’t known who Jason was when she’d caught his eye across the dance floor at that club in Vegas. She’d only known that he moved like a man comfortable in his own body and had cheekbones to spare. And she’d wanted a piece of him. Only to learn two years later she’d bitten off a much bigger piece than she’d ever dreamed.
Curious gazes swung in Meredith’s direction as she followed Frosty Receptionist to the corner office.
“Mr. Lynhurst?” the receptionist called through the open door. “Your visitor is here.”
Please. That man had done more wicked things to Meredith in one weekend than all the men since then...combined. Much to her chagrin. Wasn’t there
who could make her forget the perfection of the man who had rocked her world so very long ago?
“Thanks, hon. I’ll take it from here.” Meredith skirted the receptionist and swept into the office as if she owned it because that’s how you got people’s attention.
And she needed Jason’s attention. Because she had to talk him into a quiet divorce. Immediately. It was the only way she’d be able to stomach approaching her father about a loan so she could buy into her sister’s business.
Plus, she wasn’t ready to be married, to Jason or anyone. Not until she figured out who she was going to be when she grew up. That was why in the cold light of morning, the Las Vegas-style marriage ceremony from the night before had seemed like the opposite of a good idea. The paperwork was never supposed to be filed, but here she was. Married to Jason.
The man in question sat behind a glass desk, modern and sharp. Much like the man. As their gazes collided...and held...her breath stuttered. Oh, yeah.
was why no man in existence could erase Jason from her mind.
Those cheekbones. To die for. Artfully messed-up spiky pale blond hair, begging for her fingers to slide through it as she pulled him down for a scorching kiss. Witty, sensual and, God Almighty, he
when she talked. Men rarely glanced above Meredith’s shoulders, but Jason had asked her opinions, accepted her thoughts.
He was the man she’d compared to all other men and found them lacking. And two years hadn’t diminished his potency in the slightest.
Jason rose from behind his desk, mouthwatering in a slim dark suit likely conceived, created and cut yards from his office.
“Meredith. You look well.” If she’d surprised him with this unexpected visit, he kept it from his smooth voice.
“Thanks for seeing me on short notice.” Well, wasn’t this pleasant? Two people reacquainting themselves, who’d never thought they’d lay eyes on each other again. No point in beating around the bush. “We have a problem. The more quickly and quietly we can resolve it, the better.”
A shield snapped over his expression. “I sincerely hope you are not about to tell me you got pregnant and are just now getting around to mentioning it to me.”
What kind of woman did he take her for? She tamped back the ire. They really didn’t know each other very well. Their wild weekend in Vegas had been about being at a crossroads, not about finding a lifelong mate.
The marriage had been a mistake. They both knew that.
“No, nothing like that.” Meredith waved it off and perched on the edge of one of the chairs flanking Jason’s desk, hoping he’d take the hint and sit back down. This was a friendly visit.
He relaxed, slightly, but didn’t sit down. “Then anything else is manageable. What can I do for you?”
This was so weird. She’d spent hours upon hours sliding her slick body against this man’s. Her tongue had tasted every inch of the skin hiding under that suit. They were strangers, then and now. And yet, not strangers. It felt oddly like they’d seen each other only yesterday.
“So, funny story.” She grinned as if it really was. “Remember how we found that all-night marriage-license place and then thought it would be so great to tie the knot in Vegas to seal the Grown-Up Pact?”
The Grown-Up Pact.
It had seemed brilliant at the time...after four rounds of tequila shots and countless cosmopolitans and martinis. After that first initial meeting of gazes, they hadn’t left each other’s company the rest of the weekend. They’d embarked on a seemingly endless conversation during which Meredith spilled more of her soul to this man she’d just met than she ever had to anyone else. And he’d claimed the same. They’d both been searching for something, anything, to help them navigate the bridge between the caprices of youth and the rest of their lives.