When it Sizzles (The Mcguire Brothers #8) Read Online Lili Valente

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: Series: The Mcguire Brothers Series by Lili Valente
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
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I’m a nerdy virgin—glasses, spreadsheets, collection of test tubes, you get the idea—and proud of it.

I don’t mess around with unpredictable things like lust, let alone love.

Or so I think…until a gorgeous, brilliant blast from the past kisses me at my sister’s wedding. Suddenly, I’m staying up all night with Dr. Connor Sinclair, making out, making plans, and kicking his adorable butt in chess.

The catch? Connor’s leaving town in three days Three days! That isn’t nearly enough time to spend with this delicious, sexy, oh-so-perfect-for-me man.

So when he shows up at my place the next morning with two tickets to Vegas and a wild plan to roll the dice on forever, I shock myself by saying…yes.

Yes, to a whirlwind romance.

Yes, to saying “I do” in Sin City.

Yes to breaking all my logical rules.

Will this turn out to be the biggest mistake of my life? Or the best illogical choice this nerd ever made?

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Prologue

Wendy Ann McGuire

The last single McGuire sibling standing.

(Or rather, running, away from her mother’s

matchmaking as fast as her spindly

nerd legs can carry her…)

“All those tattoos. I’ll never understand it.” Mom sighs and shakes her head, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips as she adds, “Though they looked nice with the flowers she chose for the bouquet.”

“They looked amazing,” I agree as Seven spins my sister Binx around the dance floor for their first dance. “She looks amazing.”

Binx is gorgeous in a form-fitting white satin gown and fancy up-do, but it’s the expression on her face as she gazes up at Seven that makes her shine.

She’s so in love, so happy…and I can’t help feeling smug about it.

After all, if Sprout, Seven’s nine-year-old daughter, and I hadn’t parent-trapped these two, this wedding might never have happened. I catch Sprout’s eye across the ballroom and grin, shooting her a subtle thumbs-up. She grins and gives me two enthusiastic thumbs-up back as she sways to the music, clearly ready for the first song to be over so we can join the lovebirds on the dance floor.

“My baby girl,” Mom says, dabbing at the corners of her eyes. “All grown up and married and starting a family of her own.” She pats my arm with a sniff. “That just leaves you, sweetheart. Which reminds me, Petey Sinclair is here. Remember Petey? From when you were little?”

My smile falls from my face.

Maybe if I pretend that I didn’t hear her, she’ll let it go.

“You know, Petey Sinclair,” she adds, proving she’s still my mother and not about to let anything go. Ever. “You used to play in his sandbox when you were little, and his mother and I were still doing those Tupperware parties. You had so much fun together. You’d be out there digging for hours.”

“No, I don’t remember,” I say, though I do. I remember Petey Sinclair being a pain in the butt who hogged the good shovel and kept insisting I play with his wrestler dolls, even though I have always had the good sense—even at five years old—to hate wrestling.

Mom huffs. “I find that hard to believe. You played together all the time.”

“I was five, Mom,” I mutter.

“So?” She lifts a hand to fluff her immaculate bob. I don’t know how she gets her hair to behave so well, but it’s not a trait I inherited. Fifteen minutes after leaving the hairdresser in the bridal suite this afternoon, my brown curls were frizzed all over. “I met your father when I was five, and I certainly remembered him.”

“Because you went to school with him for years after that. Petey was homeschooled,” I say, before adding beneath my breath, “And I’m pretty sure he ate playdough and his own boogers.”

“See! I knew you remembered him,” Mom says. “He’s a doctor now, a pediatrician! Well, nearly a pediatrician. He’s doing his residency in Minneapolis, which isn’t that far to drive for a date. Especially if you do something fun on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon. He’s moving home to join his brother’s practice after he finishes his residency next year.”

“Mom, no, stop,” I say, my cheeks heating. “I don’t need you to set me up with a booger eater.”

“Well, goodness, I’m sure he doesn’t eat them anymore,” she says. “And it’s not like you were the perfect child. I remember one time I came outside to check on you in the sandbox, and you’d taken off your socks, filled them with sand, and were bonking poor Petey on the head with them.”

“I was probably trying to stop him from eating his boogers,” I say, earning a hiss from Mom and a swat on my wrist.

“Lower your voice,” she says. “His parents are here. The whole family is close with Seven’s mother. Apparently, they’ve been frequenting her establishment for decades.”

Mom says the word “establishment” like she’s talking about a crack house filled with feral, unwashed dogs, but that’s not a surprise. She’s come a long way in the months since Binx and Seven first got together, but it’s hard to teach an old snob new tricks.


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