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Title: The Duplicate Bride
Author: Ginny Baird
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Duplicate Bride:
Saying “I do” has never been this much fun in this charming new romance from New York Times bestselling author Ginny Baird. Hope Webb can’t believe her twin sister, Jackie, is begging her to swap places and play fiancée at Jackie’s pre-wedding festivities. Sure, it’s only a business-deal sort of marriage, but Hope is a carb-loving teacher who enjoys curling up with a good book. Jackie is a workaholic whose idea of a good time is a brisk five-mile run at the crack of dawn. The two sisters couldn’t be more opposite. Now Hope is stuck in the middle of a warm, tight-knit family she can’t help but adore and a groom who turns out to be entirely wonderful...for her. Hotel magnate Brent Albright knows something is off about his fiancée, but he doesn’t care. Gone is the driven woman with similar career goals, and in her place is someone warm and funny who not only charms his family but him as well. She’s doing everything she can to avoid him, but that’s probably just nerves. Two people about to wed couldn’t know each other less. Now Brent is determined to woo his fiancée, for real this time, because the more he gets to know her, the more his sweet fiancée turns out to be entirely wonderful...for him. And that’s when things start to get really complicated...Order Your Copy Today:
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Excerpt:Hope turned her attention back on Brent as he shoved his
hands down into the framing of the loveseat, obviously searching for something.
Her heart lurched when she realized what it was: his phone.
“I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.” Concentration
furrowed his brow. “I had it yesterday, and I was sitting right, aha.” He
reached for something.
She didn’t think twice. “Wait!”
One second she was by the French doors, and the next she’d
rammed into Brent and flung her arms around him, pinning his upper arms to his
solid torso.
They were muscular arms, too. Unnervingly masculine. And
strong.
So strong, Brent could probably break out of her hold if he
wanted to. But he didn’t appear eager to pull away. Mostly, he seemed
intrigued—or maybe amused.
One dark eyebrow arched, and Hope’s pulse fluttered. Not
good. Not good at all.
“Um... What are you doing?”
She stood there, helplessly looking up at him with her right
hand clasping her left wrist, as she held his solid build against her.
From the corner of her eye, she spied Brent’s cell phone
resting on the loveseat frame, where he’d dropped it in surprise. It lay
faceup, showcasing a text alert from Jackie.
Emergency
delay...
Brent tried to see what she was staring at, and Hope yelped.
“Brent!”
“What?”
“Your phone.” Wrong thing to say, because he turned to
glance at it. In one lightning-fast move, Hope released his arms and pressed
her palms to his cheeks.
“Well, hey there,” he said, grinning.
Wrong result. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Hope bit her bottom lip, and her mind spun furiously. His
cheeks were stubbled with five o’clock shadow and really sexy feeling. Hope
swallowed hard.
Think.
Think. Think.
“Yes?” He leaned toward her, and Hope’s heart thumped. At
least she had his full attention and he wasn’t glancing at his phone. Unlike
Hope’s last boyfriend.
Wait a minute. What was she doing? Making comparisons. Now?
She snatched his phone from the couch and held it behind her
back. “I don’t want you to look at it.”
“What? Why not?”
Yeah,
why not? “Because,” she said, scrambling for
a good reason. “This week is supposed to be about us, remember? Not cyber
communications.” She added a play pout for good measure.
“Wow,” he said, looking her over. “You’ve changed.”
“It’s our wedd...wedding,” she said, slightly mangling the
word. “Shouldn’t we be all about each other?”
Brent’s eyes danced. “Absolutely. And here I thought it was
only me.”
“Only you?”
“Who feels this ramped-up attraction between us.” He brought
his arms around her and drew her close.
Hope’s pulse shot through the roof and she nearly dropped
his phone. Oh no, I’m feeling it. Maybe a
little too much.
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