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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A few moments later, I step into the dressing room, spying my suit hanging on a rolling clothes rack in the corner next to a large vanity mirror.

Instantly, I love my soon-to-be wife just a little more.

It’s perfect.

As perfect as she is.

Wendy Ann

Seraphina, the attendant, is a miracle worker.

Not only does she help me sweep my hair into a gorgeous up-do that looks amazing with my 1950s-style lace wedding dress, but she also fetches an extra crinoline, so my skirt sticks out like a beautiful bell all around me. She also dips into the jewelry rental without charging extra, providing a delicate pearl necklace, pearl earrings, and a tiny diamond tiara that I expect will look ridiculous.

Instead, it takes my breath away.

“Wow,” I say, blinking at my reflection. “I look like…”

“Grace Kelly,” Seraphina breathes. “A brunette Grace Kelly, but still. You’re a mid-century princess!” She claps her hands excitedly. “God, I love my job. You’re almost ready, just let me grab the bouquet from the fridge and one last finishing touch, and we’ll get you headed down the aisle to your man.”

She dashes out of the room as I stand staring. The woman in the reflection is almost unrecognizable, and it isn’t just because I look more beautiful than I had any idea I could be. That isn’t even the half of it.

It’s the confidence in my expression, the steadiness in my gaze.

The last vestiges of the awkward girl I once was are gone. In her place is a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go off script when Fate offers her a leading role in an improv production. I’ve never been a “figure it out as I go along” girl, but today it worked out just fine. Connor and I worked together every step of the way, whether it was booking travel, finding alternate routes through unfamiliar city streets, or swinging the rescue and last-minute adoption of an unexpectedly upbeat parrot.

We’ll handle everything married life throws at us with the same spirit of teamwork and adventure. Because this is meant to be.

If it weren’t, how could everything have worked out so⁠—

“Rings!” I bleat to my own startled reflection as Seraphina reenters the room. I spin to face her, my heart in my throat. “We forgot the rings! We were going to buy them at one of the shops in the hotel. But then we ended up adopting a parrot, and by the time we made it to the pet store and back to the hotel to drop Sharkbait at the front desk, we were running late and completely forgot about the rings.”

“Sharkbait is the parrot?” she asks as she sets a gorgeous bouquet of white roses and pale pink peonies on the edge of the vanity.

“Yes,” I say, noting that she seems remarkably unphased by my strange disclosure. But then, this is Vegas. I’ve seen more odd things today than I can shake a stick at, and I’ve only been here for a few hours.

“Cool, love that name,” she says, holding out a pair of tiny lace gloves. “Try these on. They’ll look amazing with the dress.”

“Okay, but…the rings?” I ask, not wanting to be annoying, but genuinely concerned that this might be a dealbreaker. “Can you get married without rings?”

She grins, her dark eyes dancing above her full cheeks. “Well, of course, you can, but you won’t have to. I have silicone rings on hand, just in case. And they’re painted gold, so most people won’t even realize they’re temporary unless they shake your hand. I’ll tuck a man’s size and a woman’s size in my pocket before I sit down to be your witness.”

My shoulders sag with relief. “Wonderful. Thank you so much. You’ve been amazing.”

She laughs. “Thanks, I try. Now, don’t stress. Everything is going to be perfect. You look like an angel, your man is a heartbreaker in that Dean Martin tux, and you’re going to live happily ever after, no doubt in my mind.”

I grin as I murmur, “There’s no doubt in mind, either.”

“Then grab your bouquet, girlie, and let’s get you married.”

She guides me to a set of closed doors and tells me to step through when I hear the wedding march begin to play. I do, my heart lifting as I see Connor beaming at me from the front of the chapel. It’s all cream and white, with stained glass windows behind the officiant and pews covered in a profusion of flowers.

The flowers are fake, but they’re still gorgeous…nearly as beautiful as the look in Connor’s eyes as he watches me walk down the aisle toward him.

“I can’t believe you’re going to be mine,” he whispers once I’m standing before him.

“And you’re going to be mine,” I say, reaching out to take his hand, happy tears in my eyes. “How lucky are we?”


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