Hopelessly Devoted To You

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Cover (#u0b243246-d3d0-53c9-8726-24066f7ee0fd)

Blurb (#u0c013772-5fab-50f5-ae6d-5313b9716171)

Book List (#ulink_277f45c2-4c56-560f-9fb2-a4ba5323c374)

Praise (#ulink_f5818a0b-a275-5777-be8f-7094186ae479)

Title Page (#u36d58cb9-c695-5720-ba98-3f75f044a258)

Copyright (#uf6da8223-ac84-5439-9eee-a0431b88923c)

Author Bio (#u0c437cad-c829-5475-b138-22d19d359ccf)

Acknowledgements (#u2499cd32-f46a-5a7a-a983-c9343024e03c)

Dedication (#u8ba9109b-ab64-56e4-b9f6-d4d37487c614)

Chapter One (#ulink_75b75544-2e4e-558d-bed3-12eb85295078)

Chapter Two (#ulink_ccfc917d-b356-5106-b4e4-18f15b9d5208)

Chapter Three (#ulink_d67f3ed4-283e-5f9e-926a-12af2492c42f)

Chapter Four (#ulink_89804ae2-9fe2-590c-af36-4ee067d80399)

Chapter Five (#ulink_772d0b48-bcc8-55b8-aed5-bdbdf1f9b668)

Chapter Six (#ulink_46e3fb66-9755-56a6-904c-c65f611b48ca)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

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About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#ulink_0fa0c8ef-6f55-5c99-884b-37a2e5386809)

“Finn, we need to talk.”

“Finn, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“The thing is, Finn, I…”

“Look, Finn, I’m really sorry, but the thing is…the thing is I don’t love you. I wonder if I’ve ever loved you. I’m calling off our wedding.”

Aargh, no! Ruby dropped her head into her hands, a familiar sense of dread sweeping the length of her body. She couldn’t do it. Every time she thought about telling her fiancé she didn’t want to marry him it sent her into a cold panic. How could she do such a bitchy, despicable thing to the sweetest, loveliest man on earth?

She’d tried. Lord knew, she’d tried. Thinking about it, she’d been trying ever since he’d proposed to her over eighteen months ago, presenting her with the biggest, shiniest, most beautiful rock she’d ever clapped eyes on. Swept up in the moment, surrounded by her closest family and friends, champagne bubbles fizzing up her nose, there had only ever been one glorious heartfelt answer.

‘Yes!’ she’d cried, in a blink of an eye.

It was only the morning after when she was alone in her flat, a humongous hangover throbbing in her head, which had nothing to do with the amount of champagne she’d drunk but more to do with the enormity of what had occurred the previous evening, that she wondered if she hadn’t actually been a little hasty in her gushing agreement to Finn’s proposal.

Did she actually want to get married? To Finn, in particular, or to anyone else when she came to think about it? Was she ready for that whole commitment thing? Finn’s unexpected proposal had brought these questions and a hundred and one assorted other ones into startling focus.

The thing was Finn was the perfect boyfriend. There was no getting away from that. Not when everyone kept reminding her of the fact. She knew she was the envy of a lot of girls because they were forever telling her how lucky she was to have snagged Finn in the first place.

Everybody loved Finn.

Everyone except Ruby.

She liked him though. Did that count, she wondered, on the marriageability factor?