The Wedding Charade

Publisher: Kindle Worlds

Formats: eBook


"...a warm tale that will thoroughly satisfy readers' appetite for a sweet Christmas love story." — RT Book Reviews

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The Wedding Charade

Growing up in her twin sister's shadow, Claire O'Ryan has made a life for herself away from family and the Hollywood limelight. But when her sister's lies start spinning out of control and she finds herself in trouble, Claire and her former crush are forced to help out.

A-list actor Brady Simms enjoys playing a good part and pretending to be engaged to his childhood best friend, Claire, sounds like an interesting role. Planning a fake wedding happens all too easily. Acting like he's madly in love with the quiet, sweet librarian feels all too right. And her kisses…all too perfect. Will a game of make-believe turn into a real-life happily ever after?

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Three long knocks sounded, followed by two short ones. It was the secret code they’d used at the tree house behind Brady’s house, where his parents still lived.

“Claire.” He sounded impatient.

She inhaled deeply and opened the door.

Sunglasses covered Brady’s killer baby blues but did nothing to mask his classically handsome features. A multicolored striped beanie hid his wavy brown hair, which curled at the ends. A navy, oversized hoodie disguised his to-die-for body. With his six-foot-plus height and athletic build, he could easily be mistaken for a professional athlete.

Definitely swoon-worthy.

She clutched the door handle.

It was a good thing she’d developed immunity to his good looks and charm. No more weak knees. Forget the drawn-out sighs. She’d left those behind with her crush. For her sake and her sister’s.


Brady stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and enveloped her in a bear hug. His trademark since he was fourteen and no longer embarrassed to touch girls. Although, she wasn’t sure if he’d ever actually seen her as a female, even back then. She’d been parked in the friend zone for so long her windshield was plastered with tickets. Yet, that hadn’t stopped her from trying to get him to notice her in high school. She’d been so hopeful back then.

Who was she kidding? She still was.

His scent—soap, shampoo, or aftershave?—surrounded Claire and made her want to inhale deeply to soak up the smell. She didn’t.

“It’s so good to see you.” Brady let go of her. Off came his sunglasses, hat, and jacket. He placed them on top of the small, wooden bookcase where she kept her purse and keys. “Sorry I didn’t call first. Nice PJs.”

Claire struck a silly tiger pose. “A birthday present to myself.”

“Not a book?”

“I gave myself one of those, too.”

Brady laughed. “Were you asleep?”

“Yes, and Thor’s not pleased. He doesn’t like to be disturbed.”

“Sorry, dude,” Brady said to the cat.

Thor turned and gave a perfect view of his backside.

“I thought you were filming,” she said.

“Finished.” Glancing around, Brady shifted his weight from foot to foot. “You alone?”

Claire wanted to groan. Of course she was alone. She wanted nothing more than to fall in love; to open her heart and her life to someone special. So far, no luck.

 “Only Thor and me.”

“You mentioned something about a date the last time we talked.”

He’d wanted to know how she was doing after losing her job. “Yes. Turns out he’s allergic to cats. Sneezing, eyes watering, and hives broke out when he entered the condo. Shortest first date ever.”

“That sucks.”

“Try, try again.” She motioned Brady into the living room. “So…”

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