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Stacy Connelly – How To Be A Blissful Bride (страница 1)

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Alexa’s always played it safe.

Until one wild weekend changed her world!

After a romantic fling left her breathless—and pregnant—heiress Alexa Mayhew never expects to see Chance McClaren again. But when she bumps into him while on vacation, the truth comes out. Instant daddy Chance wants to do the right thing for his baby—and Alexa. But is the globe-trotting adventure junkie ready to give up his career to be the family man Lexi craves?

STACY CONNELLY has dreamed of publishing books since she was a kid, writing stories about a girl and her horse. Eventually, boys made it onto the pages as she discovered a love of romance and the promise of happily-ever-after. When she is not lost in the land of make-believe, Stacy lives in Arizona with her three spoiled dogs. She loves to hear from readers at stacyconnelly@cox.net or stacyconnelly.com.

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The Wedding She Always Wanted

Once Upon a Wedding

Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk

How to Be a Blissful Bride

Stacy Connelly

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ISBN: 978-1-474-07814-6

HOW TO BE A BLISSFUL BRIDE

© 2018 Stacy Cornell

Published in Great Britain 2018

by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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To Cindy—

So glad our love of romance

(and especially of Special Edition)

has brought us together as friends and fellow writers!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Extract

About the Publisher

Chapter One

Chance McClaren took a deep breath of cool, ocean-scented air and willed his body to relax. Closing his eyes, he let the sound of the waves rushing against the rocky shoreline wash over him. Faint sunlight barely broke through the November haze, but he focused on the warmth against his skin. Gradually, his muscles started to relax. Neck, shoulders, arms. Not his right leg, but that tightness was due to more than tension.

He could do this. He could smile, he could play along. He could pretend...for as long as it took for his body to heal. For as long as it took to get the hell out of Clearville.

Opening his eyes, he hazarded a glance over his shoulder and scowled. The old lady was still there. Hovering over him. Staring down at him. Watching him.

Turning at the waist until the joints in his back popped, Chance muttered, “You’re losin’ it, man.”