Wedding or Not
Wedding or Not
A MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE ROMANCE
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One of their arguments went viral. Now the whole world thinks they're in love.
Blossom Park has been my family's home and legacy for two hundred years, but we're now at risk of losing it.
And it's all my fault.
The only way to save it is to capitalize on the sudden surge of publicity from a viral post about me and Wes. Someone filmed us arguing and posted about it like we're like a couple from a rom-com. Social media has decided we're secretly in love, and pretending we actually are might keep the attention on us and bring new business to Blossom Park.
I'm not in love with Wes. I've known him all my life, but he's never liked me. He's always judged me because I'm not as smart and serious as he is. But if it will save our gardens and wedding venue, then I'll pretend we're in love. I'll pretend to get engaged. I'll pretend to plan a wedding so we can show off Blossom Park to the world.
I'll even marry the man if I have to.
Blossom Park is at risk because of my mistakes, so it's time for me to fix them. And Wes... well, he'll have to play along too.
Wedding or Not (about Ella and Wes) is a fun and steamy contemporary romance featuring a fake engagement that turns into a marriage of convenience.
Look Inside Chapter One
Look Inside Chapter One
If I were living in a nineteenth-century novel, I’d be sold off in marriage to repair the family fortunes.
That would be my fate for sure.
I’m the oldest of six sisters, and I’ve been called pretty all my life. My family owns a large property, and we’ve been struggling financially for years.
Of course I should find a respectable man with a bank account large enough to pay off our debts and bring us back to our former glory.
Sometimes I wish that was an option.
Surely navigating a practical marriage with a somewhat decent man would be easier than waking up every morning terrified that today is the day we’ll lose everything.
And it will all be my fault.
See, here’s the other thing about me. If I were living out a historical novel, I wouldn’t be one of those fiery, clever, spirited heroines who defy their circumstances and find their happiness in the end. I wouldn’t be Elizabeth Bennet.
No.
I’d be Jane.
Not the smart one. Not the talented one and not the adventurous one.
Just the quiet, responsible one who’s secretly anxious about her world falling apart.
I’d be Jane Bennet—without a wealthy, warmhearted Mr. Bingley yearning for her from the sidelines.
If I could marry a man of comfortable circumstances who would treat me okay, I would do it.
It would be better than sitting here in the lobby of a sleek, cool financial firm in DC with a seat between me and Wesley Kennedy, praying the banker we’re meeting will be willing to take a chance on Blossom Park.
To be clear, I didn’t leave the seat between us. Wes did. I sat down first, and instead of sitting beside me as a normal person would, he left one neatly upholstered chair between me and him.
Like we’re buddies at a movie theater, afraid people will think we’re a couple.
He’s focused on email on his phone, oblivious to my existence. He put on a business suit for this meeting, although he hasn’t been wearing them lately. Beneath the suit jacket, he’s wearing one of the sweater-vests Aunt Grace knits for him as a Christmas gift every year. If he were someone else, I’d probably give him a second appreciative glance. He’s got a lean, straight body, good shoulders, thick brown hair, and a slight cleft in his chin.
But all I see is Wes, a guy I’ve known since childhood and have never liked.
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