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The wedding is planned. All he needs is a fiance.

Smashwords
August 2011
On Sale: August 9, 2011
Featuring: Delany Alexander; Neil Casey
ISBN: 1452403392
EAN: 2940013197374
Kindle: B005G96GLM
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Jilted days before his wedding, Neil Casey fears the near
future. His failure to marry by week’s end will mean telling
his Godson goodbye forever. It’s a loss he can’t face. And a
promise he can’t break.

Delany Alexander was there the day Will was born. As
unwilling as Neil to lose him to unloving grandparents an
ocean away, she proposes they marry. But are these best
friends marrying for the sake of a young boy…

Or a wicked passion?

Excerpt

Not the marrying kind?" Neil Casey let the door slam with
enough force to rattle the photos on the wall. "She’s not
the marrying kind? What in Hell did she think she was
agreeing to?"

"Of all the stupid..." He dropped his keys into the bowl on
the hall table and continued his private rant. "Moronic..."
They clanked loudly and almost bounced over the edge.
"Bullshit excuses. Not the marrying kind."

"I told you Nina’d flake." Delaney Alexander, his closest
friend, and the only person brave enough to taunt him with
an I-told-you-so-backhand, sat on his sofa in workout shorts
and raised a long leg to study her newly painted toes. Her
subtly highlighted brown hair was pulled back in a straight
ponytail and glinted with reds and yellows thanks to the
lights of the Vegas strip beyond his window.

He wasn’t surprised to see her, but neither was he thrilled
to no longer be alone. "I told you I needed you to be
wrong."

"Sucks to be you sometimes." She sounded bored.

Battling the urge to smash everything breakable within five
feet, Neil sat on the sofa and looked at the small bottle in
Delaney’s hand. "Whatever the hell they call that color, it
looks like vomit."

"Damn." She did a sort of bummed cluck out of the corner of
her mouth and screwed on the nail polish lid. "I’d hoped it
would be better on."

"It’s great if your goal is to make men think of retching
when they look at you."

"Says the man freshly dumped days before his wedding."

"Stupid bitch." Muttering about Nina, he slumped into the
sofa. The urge to demolish things receded behind the
pressure building in his head. "Not you. What the shit was I
thinking?"

"I know. And you weren’t thinking. At least not with the
full power of your Northern brain."

Her honesty should bother him, and maybe it would if he
hadn’t already told himself every truth Delaney happily laid
out. Her honesty and accuracy changed nothing and did
nothing to undo his failure, but one great thing about
Delaney was that she knew him better than he’d ever allowed
anyone to know him. Well, almost anyone.

"Michael and Jen trusted me."

She shot him one of her patented don’t-be-so-melodramatic
looks. "They still can."

"Sure. I’ll just whip out my magic black book and call in a
back-up fiancé." The idea had merit. Neil fished his cell
from his front jeans pocket and started rolling through the
contacts.

Amy. Pretty. Smart enough. Flat as paper in bed.

Brittany. Liked sex. Everywhere. Every way. With every one.

Chastity. Anything but. Now close friends with Brittany.

Delaney. Skip.

Erin. Sweet, naively so. Intellectual. Shy in bed, but not
dull when she warmed up.

Fabiana. Just call me Fab when I’m really not.

Gloria. Only one way to shut that mouth and the quiet wasn’t
worth suffering through her lack of skill.

Hannah. Maybe.

"Hand over the chickberry." Delaney yanked his phone from
his hand. "You’re not calling Hannah, or any other
she-troglodyte you’ve idiotically saved in this phone."