✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰ 
★★★★★
4.5 Stars
It all started with a wedding…
Well, three weddings, to be exact. The one that happened, the one that went up in flames, and the one nobody saw coming.
Andrew Collings has seen a lot of things living in Vegas. Hell, he’s done a lot of things. But one thing he’s never witnessed is a beautiful brunette, hitchhiking her way into the city, wearing a wedding dress. Until now, that is.
Brynne Adams is running away from a broken heart. She expected a lot of things from her wedding day but finding photos of her fiancé and maid of honor and best man in a compromising position wasn’t one of them. She most certainly never imagined that she’d end up marrying the handsome stranger that rescued her from the side of the road that day.
Andrew and Brynne’s quick nuptials may have been the result of a drunken joke, but they soon realize that love can be found in the most unlikely of places if you just stop and take a chance.
We remember Andrew from the 3rd Wicked Horse Vegas Book. He was the third in the relationship of Dane and Avril. They had some erotic fun as a threesome for a while - after being best friends since college - but now Dane and Avril got married. And Andrew is completely okay with that. He was never in love with Avril.
On his way home from the party .... Andrew comes across a Runaway Bride on the side of the road... ☺
On his way home from the party .... Andrew comes across a Runaway Bride on the side of the road... ☺
WHAT WiLL HAPPEN TO BRYNNE & ANDREW????
WiLL THERE BE A HAPPiLY EVER AFTER?
READ THE BOOK TO FIND OUT! ☺☺☺
Well, this was cute.
You immediately adore Andrew and Brynne. And then they get insta-married and want to keep seeing each other after that one night. Really adorable! And it seems to work. But of course there's a BUT! ☺ They'll get their HEA in the end of course, it might just take them a tiny little bit longer once the 'truth' comes out. But the reader definitely has a great time reading about this sexy and fun falling-in-love-after-you've-got-married romance!
I had some problems with the writing...as with every Sawyer book. It wasn't bad this time ... I had huge hopes that she stopped doing it, but it started around the 20% mark - world record for SB!!!
It's Sawyer's and my THING ☺ It's only me who has those problems with her writing. So please don't be worried or just scroll down and don't read the following...
I have a HUGE AS problem! ☺ You know the AS's I'm talking about? The AS that could/should be exchanged for a SINCE or a BECAUSE or just a comma/dot/pause/whatever.☺ It's a British and or a legal thing (if it's a thing at all!) and it doesn't have anything to do in an American book by an American author. I would be ok with it if one (British) character would use it, but everyone uses it! I really don't want to insult Sawyer. I love her books, but ... please stop doing it. But pfff who am I to tell her what to do, so just forget I said anything! It doesn't stop her books from being great!
WICKED WEDDING was a fun and sexy insta-wedding romance! Very adorable!!!!!
ARC received for an honest review
If you have read Wicked Envy, you have
already met our leading man Andrew/Drew
After being part of a threesome
relationship with is two best friends, he took a step back when Dane and Avril
fell in love, remember?
Well, Drew finds his own bride - in the
most unusual of ways. However right from the get go you can't help but adore
Drew and Brynne.
Their instawedding was a joke, but
their feelings aren't and I adored watching them fall in love.
Of course, it is not all smooth
sailing, and I wanted to slap some sense in to both of them at times, but I
just knew that they would find their way back to each other.
I love a good drunken-Vegas-wedding
story, and Wicked Wedding was exactly what I needed last night. Sweet, sexy and tender, I couldn't help but
smile as I read.
I can't wait for what Ms Bennett brings us next.
♥ EXCERPT ♥
“Let me prop the door open and I’ll carry you over the
threshold,” I tell Brynne as I press the keycard against the magnetic reader.
She giggles, a sound I normally find grating on a grown woman,
but on Brynne it’s charming. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are still
sparkling with energy.“Well,you are very Thor-like, so a girl would be crazy to
refuse to be carried over the threshold by her husband.”
That’s right. I’m her husband, but let’s rewind just a bit
to detail how this all went down.
It took me exactly fifteen minutes and three phone calls to
set things up, just as I promised her.
The first call was to the nicest, swankiest Vegas chapel
that I could find with a Google search. I was advised we’d have to obtain a
license at the Las Vegas Marriage Bureau for the low price of seventy-five
dollars, and I wasn’t surprised in the least to learn it was open twenty-four
hours a day on the weekends. I was able to arrange a limousine to pick us up,
as well as an explosion of flowers within the chapel itself. When I gave my
credit card number to the woman, I told her to go crazy on decor, but I
specifically requested white calla lilies for the bride bouquet because Brynne
told me those were her favorites.
The second call was to a jeweler where I was able to
purchase two very simple wedding bands in gold. It’s a detail I probably could
have ignored considering we both knew this was just for fun, but fuck it. I’m
rich, which means I have the ability to make this as nice as I can for Brynne.
The third call was to my attorney, who explained annulment
laws and assured me it was a fairly straightforward process. I’d have to
institute the action—called a complaint—and if Brynne waives service, we can
present our annulment request to the court to be approved after twenty days. It
wasn’t immediate, but twenty days was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
By the time we took a limo to the marriage bureau, stood in
line for about thirty minutes with other like minded folks, and then made our
way to the chapel, we’d sobered up quite a bit.
“You sure you want to do this?” she asked me just before we
went in.“I mean… it was a fun notion when we were a little more buzzed.”
“Hell yes,” I’d told her with a devilish grin.“Mostly so we
can send a picture to the whore and the asshole.”
Her laugh was sparkling and beautiful and just a little
evil, which made her infinitely more attractive to me.“It’s all in good fun
with no risk,” I’d added on to assure her.
So we went in, both of us grinning like fools during the
ceremony. It felt fake, because it was fake, but in some respects, it’s the
most real thing I’ve ever done. Because what we were doing had real purpose. It
was to give Brynne and her glorious wedding dress a moment to shine.
It became even more real when the minister—who was not
dressed like Elvis, but was very dapper in a dark gray suit with an
old-fashioned cravat tied at his neck—told us in a very cultured voice,“You may
kiss the bride.”
Fuck.
I hadn’t thought about the kiss.
I mean, I’d thought of kissing her because she’s sexy and
vibrant and smiling despite the fact she was shit on hard today. But I hadn’t
thought about the“wedding kiss”. Because even though this is all fake, somehow
a man giving us formal permission to put our mouths together to seal our
marriage vows makes it very fucking real.
There was no hesitation. When my lips touched hers and she
gave a tiny huff of pleasure, I realized I wanted to consummate this fake
marriage very badly.
I did not, however, know if Brynne felt the same. Because
today would probably go down as the worst and weirdest of her life, I wasn’t
going to push. Instead, I took her out for a radically expensive late dinner
and then we hit a popular jazz club where we listened to music.
And then it happened.
A slow song was played. A bluesy number people just sort of
sway to, and I asked her to dance with me.
She accepted.
It was Brynne who kissed me. Slid her delicate fingers into
my hair, went to her tiptoes in her gray tennis shoes with teal-blue accents,
and pressed her mouth to mine. My mind reeled, and my cock started to twitch to
attention as we swayed and kissed. The words were forming in my mind on how
best to invite her into my bed without sounding like an opportunistic douche,
but then it didn’t matter.
She pulled her mouth from mine, relaxing and tipping her
head back to see me.“If we have sex tonight, does that ruin our chances of
getting an annulment?”
I had no fucking clue what the answer was. It had never
crossed my mind I might actually get the chance to fuck her, so I didn’t ask my
attorney.
“Not that I know of,” I hedge. At least I didn’t flat-out
lie to her.
“Good,”
she said with a smile.“Let’s go to my hotel room.”↓ LINKS TO THE BOOK AND AUTHOR ↓
