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“Wardrobe malfunction” doesn’t begin to cover it.
With a rip louder than the “I dos,” Hayley’s hideous bile-yellow bridesmaid dress explodes. She’s always had enviable curves, but nearly naked wasn’t quite the look she’d been going for at her ex’s wedding.
She’s rushed from the altar under the best man’s designer tux jacket. Hayley’s expecting a blast of icy disapproval from sexy, sophisticated Niccolò Rossi—his usual reaction to anything she does. What she gets is a kiss that nearly melts what’s left of her polyester nightmare gown.
It’s impossible on a million levels. Exuberant engineer Hayley and buttoned-up lawyer Nico have never seen eye to eye—but skin to skin? Oh, mio…. So when Nico shows up at her flat on Christmas Day to give her a fabulous gift—himself—Hayley’s delighted to do the unwrapping. But it’s just a holiday fling. By New Year’s Day, she’ll come back to her senses…unless Nico’s sensual skills tear away all her resolve.
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women.
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
To Katie, with love. Have fun and be fearless. xxxx
Dear Reader,
I love writing about strong, independent women and I’ve always been a lover of Cosmopolitan, so when I was asked to write a Red-Hot Read from Mills & Boon story I knew I was going to enjoy myself.
The heroine of Ripped, Hayley, is a real Cosmo girl. She’s fun, fearless, independent and busy living life to the fullest. She shares an apartment with her sister Rosie, has a job she loves, a great circle of friends—but her love life is a total disaster. And it’s about to get worse. Rescued from the most embarrassing moment of her life by smoking-hot Italian Nico Rossi, she decides to give up on love and settle for sex. But dark, dangerous Nico has his own ideas about what he wants from Hayley…
I hope you have as much fun reading this story as I had writing it. Look out for Rosie’s sister’s story coming June 2014.
Find out more about my books on my website www.sarahmorgan.com, and chat with me on Facebook about books, shoes, life and all things fun and fabulous.
Sarah
xxx
Ripped
Sarah Morgan
Contemporary, sexy stories for sassy women.
Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Mills & Boon
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
BESTSELLING author Sarah Morgan writes hot, happy contemporary romance and her trademark humour and sensuality have gained her fans across the globe.
Sarah lives near London with her husband and children, and when she isn’t reading or writing she loves being outdoors, preferably on vacation so she can forget the house needs tidying. You can visit Sarah online at www.sarahmorgan.com, on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AuthorSarahMorgan and on Twitter @SarahMorgan_.
Other books by Sarah Morgan
M&B
SLEIGH BELLS IN THE SNOW*
The O’Neil Brothers trilogy
Mills & Boon Modern
LOST TO THE DESERT WARRIOR
These and other titles by Sarah Morgan are available from www.millsandboon.co.uk/cosmo
Contents
Chapter One
‘Dearly beloved,’ the priest droned, ‘we are gathered here today to witness—’
A mistake of massive proportions, I thought gloomily, holding my breath and sitting up straight in a bid to stop my bridesmaid dress splitting at the seams. Any moment now I was going to burst out of this pukey-yellow tube and the wedding would forever be remembered as the one where the bridesmaid exposed herself. Not that I was prudish. Far from it. I’d danced on plenty of tables in my time, but on an ideal day I’d prefer not to find myself revealing all Victoria’s secrets to Great-Uncle Henry.
Some girls went through their lives dreaming of being a bridesmaid. You heard people talking about it as if it were a life goal. I had a list of life goals. I wanted to build a robot, visit Peru (I’ve always had a thing about llamas), work for NASA. Bridesmaid? That was nowhere on my list.
My parents married when they were both twenty-one. They stood at the front of a church much like this one wearing ridiculous clothes they wouldn’t normally be seen dead in, made all the usual promises—have and hold, death us do part, blah, blah—and then divorced when I was eight. Which taught me one thing—that a wedding is just a party by another name.
Because my neck was the only part of me that could move without straining a seam, I turned my head and glanced sideways. Through a forest of fascinators and absurd hats that made me think of UFOs, I could see the door that led to a pretty private churchyard, now covered in a light dusting of snow. I was glad it was pretty because I was sure I was going to be there soon. Here lies Hayley, who exploded out of her dress at the most inconvenient moment of her short, very unsatisfactory
