Marrying the Wrong Man

Release date: 12 May 2014
Marrying the Wrong ManThree years ago, Morgan Parrish was embroiled in her father’s plan to marry a man who was destined for the presidency. There was just one problem: Morgan was in love with and pregnant by another man. When the house of cards her father had built came tumbling down, Morgan fled town and the backlash. Now, she’s stuck in Harmony Falls after a childhood bank account turns out to be empty. Even more shocking, the child she intended to place for adoption rather than cause more scandal is at her side.

As the son of the town drunk, life hasn’t always been easy for Charlie Cramer. Maybe that’s why he’s holding on to his own sobriety and his brand-new restaurant so tightly—too tightly if his grouchiness and control-freak tendencies in the kitchen are any indication. To make matters worse, Morgan Parrish is back in town … and she has a surprise for him. He’s a daddy! Can he face the truth and not lose the stability he’s worked so hard to achieve these last three years?

When a staff shortage ends up with Morgan waitressing at the bistro five nights a week,BUY NOW old feelings come to a boil. But there’s even more to consider, now. If they give in to the attraction and screw things up again, a precious little girl will have to deal with the fallout. On the other hand, if they can make this work, they’ll be a family. It’s the biggest risk either one of them will ever take.

by Elley Arden

Contemporary
Sensuality Level: Sensual

Author Bio:
Elley Arden is a born and bred Pennsylvanian who 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. For a complete list of Elley’s books, visit www.elleyarden.com.

 

An excerpt from Marrying the Wrong Man:

Morgan stepped toward Charlie, looking different enough he couldn’t help but stare. It took him a few seconds to realize she wasn’t wearing makeup—not a stitch. For a woman who used to leave smudges of color on his white T-shirts after a hug, it was a shocking change. Was she sick? He used to pray she’d pay for agreeing to that wedding her father wanted and choosing Justin over him, then leaving town the minute they actually got their chance to be together. But he didn’t want her to be ill.

“Charlie,” she rasped. “I’m … ” her mouth closed, and he watched the muscles of her throat move as she swallowed, “visiting my aunt.”

Which was weird, too. The high and mighty Parrishes had stayed far away from Kitty’s reclusive sister, Phyllis.

“5w20,” Roberta said. Her voice ended in a whoop, and the plastic container thudded loudly on the counter.

He might have things to say to Morgan, but he wasn’t going to say them here in front of an eager audience.

Reaching into his back pocket, he grabbed his wallet and tossed a twenty onto the counter. “Thanks, Roberta.”

“I’m going to call you,” Morgan said.

Charlie clenched his jaw. Two years too late. He gave Morgan a curt nod but otherwise stood stock still until she and Bryce left the building.

“I should’ve warned you.” Roberta handed him his change. “I was hoping they’d stay in the office long enough for you to get out without seeing her. It must be hard. Is that the first time you’ve seen her since she left town? ”

Charlie’s nostrils flared. He didn’t like to share details about his life or talk about his feelings with people close to him. He sure as hell wasn’t going down that road with an auto parts store cashier. Small towns. These people needed to mind their own business.

A growl caught in the back of his throat as he retreated.

It wasn’t until he stepped out of the building, clutching the quart of oil, that his head cleared enough to go on the attack again. Phone call, my ass. He wasn’t waiting around to hear from her.

Charlie jumped into his truck and headed for Phyllis Marion’s farmhouse. They had unfinished business.