Every Little Piece of Me is a sexy, standalone second-chance romance in the all-new Orchid Valley series.
Every Little Piece of Me by New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Lexi Ryan, is live!
Itās not every day you get invited to your wifeās wedding to another man...as a guest.
The first time I saw Brinley Knox, she was crying, draped in a ridiculous pink tulle dress for her sweet sixteen party, and cursing the boy whoād broken her heart.
I was the hired help, a teenage charity case.
She was the daughter of the wealthiest family in Orchid Valley.
I knew a girl like Brinley was off-limits for a guy like me. That didnāt stop me from kissing her. Or from promising that if she were ever mine, Iād never let her go.
The last time I saw Brinley, she was sleeping, tangled in the sheets of my Vegas penthouse, my diamond glittering on her left ring finger.
I returned three hours later to an empty bed, the ring on the dresser, and a goodbye note.
We havenāt spoken in the six months since, but Iām not the kind of guy whoād file for a divorce he doesnāt want.
Until I got this damn invitation, it never occurred to me that Brinley didnāt remember our impulsive Vegas nuptials.
Itās time to return to Orchid Valley and remind the bride-to-be that Iām a man who keeps his promises.
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Excerpt:
Every Little Piece of Me, excerpt Ā© 2020 by Lexi Ryan
I run the water cold and brace myself on the sink.
Everything is okay. This is just one moment. Inhale and exhale, and move your way through it.
Once my breathing evens out, I splash cold water on my face and blot it dry with a paper towel. Iām definitely overreacting. There are a thousand reasons he could be in town and want to talk to me alone. Thousands of reasons that donāt begin with the words āYouāre the love of my life. Please donāt marry anyone else.ā
Because Iām almost positive I donāt want to hear those words. Mostly.
When I step out of the bathroom, Marston is waiting there, leaning against the wall across from the ladiesā room, arms folded, jaw twitching with aggravation. The picture of tall, dark, and pissed off.
When Marston sets his mind to something, he gets it, and tonight, apparently that something is talking to me alone.
āSorry.ā I smooth down my pencil skirt. āThat vodka didnāt sit right.ā I turn toward the main room.
He catches me around the waist and spins me so fast that Iām trapped between the wall and him before I can blink. āGive me one minute.ā He braces his hands above my head and leans forward.
I swallow hard. Not because Iām scared. Marstonās never scared me. But looking up at him when heās this close is stirring up all kinds of memories. I donāt know if Iāll ever be able to look at him without part of me wishing for the future I longed for at sixteen. I place a firm hand on his chest. āI donāt think this is a good idea.ā
āWas Vegas a joke to you?ā
Of all the questions I expected him to ask, that wasnāt anywhere on the list. āWhat? Of course not. Vegas was . . .ā Hot. Impulsive. Crazy. Amazing. Wild . . . everything.
He dips his head until his lips hover right above mine. āDonāt you dare call it a mistake,ā he growls, his warm breath tickling my skin.
I ache to close the distance between our mouths, ache to feel his kiss again. Iād never call Vegas a mistake. Maybe I should, but I canāt.
āFuck, you smell so good. I couldnāt get the smell of you out of my mind for weeks after you left me that damn note. Do you know how crazy that made me?ā
My hand is still against his chest. If I pushed, heād back off. Heād give me the space to clear my head. But when he shifts his mouth from above mine to my ear, I donāt want to push him away. I want to pull him back. āMarstonāā
āIs this why you sent me that invitation? Did you want me to come here and remind you what itās like between us? How it feels when weāre close?ā In a breath, he has me pinned against the wall again, and his mouth crushes against mine.
Fireworks explode in my stomach. All at once, the floor is falling out from under me and Iām floating.
The kiss doesnāt last longāI donāt let it. I tear my mouth away before it can swallow me whole.
I shove him back, my lips tingling. āYou canāt do that.ā The kiss was everything I remembered, everything thatās missing when I kiss Julian. Everything Iāve been trying to convince myself I donāt need.
Meet Lexi:
Lexi Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of emotional romance that sizzles. A former academic and English professor, Lexi considers herself the luckiest girl around to make a living through storytelling. She loves spending time with her crazy kids, weightlifting, ice cream, swoony heroes, and vodka martinis.
Lexi lives in Indiana with her husband, two children, and a spoiled dog. You can find her at her website: www.lexiryan.com
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