Don’t Fall for Your Fake Boyfriend (Magnolia Ridge #4) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Magnolia Ridge Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
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From USA Today bestselling author Logan Chance comes a hilarious tale all about a fake relationship that leads to some seriously funny times. This steamy enemies-to-lovers romantic comedy is sure to bring all the laughs while causing your Kindle to combust at the same time.

My best friend is getting married in the glitzy, wild city of Las Vegas, and I’m honored to be a bridesmaid. There’s just one tiny hiccup—my ex-boyfriend is also in the wedding party.

I almost skip the whole thing, but then, at the airport, my knight in shining armor shows up. Well, more like Brock Atwood in scuffed Chucks. Brock offers to pretend to be my boyfriend to fool my ex into thinking I've moved on.

What’s in it for Brock? He gets a weekend free from his mother’s relentless matchmaking, and I get the satisfaction of making my ex green with envy.

The catch? Brock and I have never exactly been best buds, so our fauxmance has everyone raising eyebrows. We’ll need Oscar-worthy performances to pull this off.

But as the lines between pretend and reality start to blur, I can’t help but am I setting myself up for the ultimate heartbreak?

*This is an interconnected standalone with a happily ever after.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Playlist

"Marry You" by Bruno Mars

"Lucky" by Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat

"Waking Up in Vegas" by Katy Perry

"Your Love" by The Outfield

"Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey

"The Way You Look Tonight" by Frank Sinatra

"Viva Las Vegas" by Elvis Presley

"Can’t Help Falling in Love" by Haley Reinhart

"Into You" by Ariana Grande

"Love on the Brain" by Rihanna

"Feel So Close" by Calvin Harris

"Shut Up and Dance" by WALK THE MOON

"Electric Love" by BØRNS

"Don’t Stop Believin’" by Journey

"I’m Yours" by Jason Mraz

Chapter 1

Willow

Airports. Is there any place on earth more chaotic? I’m standing in the security line, balancing on one foot like a flamingo as I wrestle with my stubborn left sneaker. My bag slides off my shoulder and hits the floor with a dull thud, but I ignore it. I’m on a mission. Get shoe off. Get shoe off now.

“Ma’am, you need to keep the line moving,” the TSA agent says, sounding like he’s one more dropped sneaker away from a meltdown.

“I’m trying,” I reply, maybe a little too loudly. The man behind me coughs, and I feel his eyes drilling holes into the back of my head. I finally manage to yank the shoe off, sending it flying onto the conveyor belt with the grace of a professional bowler. Nailed it.

As I shuffle through the metal detector in mismatched socks—one pink, one green—I remind myself why I’m here. Vegas. Hartford’s wedding. My friend is getting hitched to a man who looks like he stepped out of a romance novel. And I’m her bridesmaid. No pressure, right?

With the security ordeal over, I make my way to Gate 17, clutching my boarding pass like a lifeline. My heart is doing this weird fluttery thing, which I tell myself is excitement and not a premonition of impending disaster. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

I find a seat in the crowded waiting area and plop down, grateful for a moment to breathe. I fish my phone out of my bag and shoot Hartford a text.

Me: Just made it through security. Can’t wait to see you!

A reply pings back almost immediately.

Hartford: Yay! Can’t wait to see you too! Remember, you’re the one holding my dress when I pee.

I laugh, earning a curious glance from the elderly woman beside me. I try to explain, but she just nods knowingly. I guess some things don’t change no matter how old you get. Weddings are one of those things.

The loudspeaker crackles to life, announcing that my flight to Las Vegas is now boarding. I grab my bag and join the queue, which, of course, is already a jumbled mess. I end up behind a tall guy in a black t-shirt and Chucks who’s shouting into his Bluetooth headset about beer making. I still. I know that voice.

Brock Atwood. Brother of the groom, and somebody I do not get along with.

It’s already bad enough my ex-boyfriend, Lake Spriggs, will be at this wedding, now I get to fly on a plane with Brock.

He hasn’t noticed me yet, so I make a mental note to remain invisible. He doesn’t have to know I was ever on this flight.

Simple.

As I step onto the plane, the familiar scent of stale coffee and recycled air hits me. I find my seat—13A, a window seat, thank goodness—and stow my bag in the overhead bin. I’m just settling in when I hear that familiar voice I’m trying desperately to avoid.

“Excuse me, I think that’s my seat.”

I look up and see him. Brock Atwood. Incredibly handsome in every sense of the word. It’s a shame really. Too bad he has to be so gorgeous, because he’s a complete pain in my ass. Has been since we were kids. Perfect. I glance at my boarding pass again, hoping I’ve made a mistake. Nope. 13A. I gesture to the empty middle seat beside me.


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