Second chances don’t
come around often, especially not in a town known for its scandals, and almost
definitely not with the one that got away, but Morgan and Charlie get theirs in
Elley Arden’s latest Harmony Falls novel, MARRYING THE WRONG MAN. Will they
take the chance and make it work? This is a story that’ll tug at the reader’s
heartstrings!
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Title: MARRYING THE WRONG MAN
Author: Elley Arden
Author Location: Pittsburgh, PA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May12th, 2014
Word Count: 50,000words
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Format: Digital eBook
ISBN:9781440579639
Synopsis: Morgan Parrish returns to Harmony Falls
after her spectacle of an almost wedding and her father’s colossal fall from
grace. She’s broke and infamous. But that’s nothing compared to the secret
she’s been keeping.
Life
is finally on the upswing for Charlie Cramer. He’s sober and chef of
Chargrilled Bistro. But his peace is shattered, when the woman he loves—the
woman who left him—shows up in town with shocking cargo: the baby he’d begged
her to keep and raise with him.
When
fate steps in and Morgan takes a job working in Charlie’s bistro, things heat
up—in and out of the kitchen. Can they learn to trust each other enough to love
again? And is that love enough to keep them up when everyone else is trying to
tear them down?
Other books in the Harmony Falls
series:
BATTLING THE BEST MAN:
CRASHING THE CONGRESSMAN'S WEDDING:
About Elley Arden:
Elley Arden is a born
and bred Pennsylvanian who has lived as far west as Utah and as far north as
Wisconsin. She drinks wine like it’s water (a slight exaggeration), prefers a
night at the ballpark to a night on the town, and believes almond English
toffee is the key to happiness.
Elley writes provocative, emotional, contemporary romances, where Mr. Not-My-Type ends up being Mr. Right.
Elley writes provocative, emotional, contemporary romances, where Mr. Not-My-Type ends up being Mr. Right.
Excerpt: I should have washed my hands
of you.
“No!” He held up his hand. “I don’t want
to hear any more from you until I’ve said what I’ve wanted to say for the last
two years.”
She stuck out her chin and locked her
jaw like she expected the words to pack one hell of a punch.
“I hate what you did,” he said. “All of
it. I should’ve told you to go to hell when you broke things off, saying you
wanted your daddy to be proud of you, and that meant you couldn’t be with me. I
should’ve washed my hands of you then. But no, I let you cry on my shoulder too
many damn times, and twice that led to … ” he sneered, “other things. Justin
and I may have grown apart long before you two got engaged, but I still owed
him more respect than that. I owed myself more respect than that. Falling in
love with you was the stupidest thing I ever did. No wonder I ended up a drunk.
You damn near destroyed me.”
Her lip quivered. “I didn’t mean to.”
“Really?” He fisted his hands and lifted
his face to the sky for a roar. “Tell me you would’ve stopped that wedding had
my sister not stood up and stopped it for you.”
She opened her mouth but shut it again.
“That’s what I thought.” He shook his
head. “You’re sick. But the good news is, I’m not … not anymore. You might be
stuck in Harmony Falls, but you better stay the hell away from me.”
Her gaze shot to the house again, but
this time she gasped.
He turned in time to see Phyllis’s head.
“Is everything okay? I heard yelling.”
“Shut the door!” Morgan’s whole body
jerked like she was readying to run.
“I can call the cops.”
“I said shut the … ”
And then a child cried.
Charlie’s blood ran cold as Phyllis
slammed the door. “Who was that?”
“Nobody.” Morgan rushed toward the
house. “Leave, Charlie, or I’ll call the cops myself.”
A child. Whose child? The hairs on the
back of his neck stood. “Morgan … ”
But she didn’t stop, and she slammed the door
behind her like Phyllis had done, leaving him gaping in the driveway with the
sound of a crying child ringing in his ears.
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