Wedding Date with Mr Wrong

Wedding Date with Mr Wrong
Nicola Marsh

Callie Umberto has had enough of dating disasters. The last time she indulged it was the holiday fling of a lifetime, but the abrupt ending left her certain that there are only two men she can rely on: the maestros who make her favourite brand of ice cream!Now her ex-flame is back in her life - pro surfer Archer Flett might be as gorgeous as ever, but his commitment phobia is just as active. She must be out of her mind to agree to be his date to his brother’s wedding!But there’s something about Archer that has always tempted Callie to throw caution to the wind…

The one who got away is back...and as bad as ever!

Callie Umberto has had enough of dating disasters after the holiday fling of a lifetime ended abruptly and she swore off men for good.

Now her ex-flame is back in her life. Pro surfer Archer Flett might be as gorgeous as always, but his commitment phobia is just as active. She must be out of her mind to agree to be his date for his brother’s wedding! But there’s something about Archer that has always tempted Callie to throw caution to the wind....

“I need to ask you a favor.”

“What is it?”

Now or never. “My youngest brother, Travis, is getting married Christmas Eve and I’d like you to be my date.”

She stared at him in open-mouthed shock, her soda can paused halfway to her lips.

“You’re asking me to be your date?”

She made it sound as though he’d asked her to swim naked in a sea full of ravenous sharks.

“Is it that much of a hardship to be my date for an evening?”

“Considering I don’t know you anymore, yeah.”

“Easily rectified.”

Before he could second-guess the impulse, he leaned across and kissed her.

It was nothing like his reckless, prove-a-point kiss in the car. This time it just felt right.

Dear Reader,

Ever experienced the thrill of a holiday romance? The carefree, live-in-the-moment attitude? The buzz of falling for someone quickly? The rush of squeezing in so many lush experiences into the limited time you have?

There’s something infinitely appealing about falling head over heels while on holiday: living for today with no thought for tomorrow. It’s truly exciting!

I wanted to recreate that tummy-tingling vibe, so Archer and Callie were born. Their week in Capri was magical, before circumstances and choices tore them apart. So what happens when two people who were meant for each other reunite eight years later?

I hope you’ll have a ball discovering how a holiday fling may just lead to a happily ever after...

Happy reading,

Nicola

Wedding Date with Mr. Wrong

Nicola Marsh

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Nicola Marsh has always had a passion for writing and reading. As a youngster she devoured books when she should have been sleeping, and later kept a diary, which could be an epic in itself! These days, when she’s not enjoying life with her husband and son in her home city of Melbourne, she’s at her computer doing her dream job: creating the romances she loves.

Visit Nicola’s website, www.nicolamarsh.com (http://www.nicolamarsh.com), for the latest news of her books.

For Natalie Anderson and Soraya Lane, the best writing buds a girl could wish for.

Your support and friendship mean so much.

Huge thanks!

Contents

CHAPTER ONE (#u91153edc-7e42-5ec9-8cbe-3a37cfc028a0)

CHAPTER TWO (#u71356742-39a8-5ff2-adf5-7c4273935e83)

CHAPTER THREE (#u0d12a962-54af-561d-b95f-843121a634a2)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u4d20d0d6-6967-512c-a163-1a20d5fb87d1)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

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)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

EXCERPT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE

‘IF you mention weddings or tinsel or Secret Santa one more time I’m going to ram this wax down your throat.’

Archer Flett brandished his number-one-selling surfboard wax at his younger brother, Travis, who grinned and snatched the wax out of his hand.

‘Resist all you like, bro, you know you’re fighting a losing battle.’ Trav smirked and rubbed a spot he’d missed on his prized board.