Wild
About Weston
The
English Brothers
Book
5
Katy
Regnery
Genre:
Mid-Length Contemporary Romance
Date
of Publication: 12/2/14
ISBN:
978-0-9912045-7-1
ASIN:
B00N992U66
Number
of pages: 175
Word
Count: 55,000
Cover
Artist: Kim Killion, Hot Damn Designs
Book
Description:
Wild about
Weston
is the fifth of six books about the last of the Philadelphia-based,
wildly-handsome English brothers who are all on the look-out for
love.
(Wait a second! They're definitely NOT all on the look-out for love anymore. Not if Emily, Daisy, Jess and Val have any say in the matter. Weston's the last single English...oh, yeah. And Kate. Poor Kate...)
When Weston English's girlfriend breaks up with him to move to Italy on the morning of his brother Fitz's wedding, he fully expects to have a horrible day. What he doesn't anticipate is meeting Molly McKenna at the reception.
Daisy's friend, Molly, whose fiance dumped her the night before the wedding, decides to throw caution to the wind and eschew her schoolteacher persona for a wild, one-night stand with Weston.
From the ceremony to the cocktail hour, from dinner to dancing, from toasts to photos, Molly and Weston will discover that they have more in common than they could have guessed, and that some horrible endings lead to the happiest beginnings. Excerpt from Wild About Weston
(Wait a second! They're definitely NOT all on the look-out for love anymore. Not if Emily, Daisy, Jess and Val have any say in the matter. Weston's the last single English...oh, yeah. And Kate. Poor Kate...)
When Weston English's girlfriend breaks up with him to move to Italy on the morning of his brother Fitz's wedding, he fully expects to have a horrible day. What he doesn't anticipate is meeting Molly McKenna at the reception.
Daisy's friend, Molly, whose fiance dumped her the night before the wedding, decides to throw caution to the wind and eschew her schoolteacher persona for a wild, one-night stand with Weston.
From the ceremony to the cocktail hour, from dinner to dancing, from toasts to photos, Molly and Weston will discover that they have more in common than they could have guessed, and that some horrible endings lead to the happiest beginnings. Excerpt from Wild About Weston
Molly
leaned against the bar, downing her second Chardonnay in fifteen
minutes. If she’d known a single soul at the wedding besides Daisy,
or if she wasn’t attending by herself, it would have been easier to
relax, but as it was, she was barely hanging on.
“Scotch.
Double,” said a low, terse voice from beside her. “Wait. Triple.”
Molly
shifted only slightly to watch him throw back the lowball glass,
before wincing in distaste and sliding it back to the bartender.
“Again.
Neat.”
The old Molly—sweet,
gullible, trusting, stupid Molly—from yesterday, might have gently
laid her hand on his arm and asked him if everything was okay. The
dumped, bitter, caustic, on-her-way-to-plastered Molly of today
nudged her empty glass forward beside his.
“Another
Chardonnay, please?”
“That’s
three,” said the bartender, as he filled up Blondie’s lowball
glass again.
She
hooked her thumb at Blondie. “And he’s on his fourth, fifth, and
sixth, but I didn’t notice you counting it out for him.”
“It’s
early yet. Maybe pace yourself, honey.”
“If
I wanted a lecture, I would’ve called my dad,” she said, shocked
to hear the words she was thinking somehow fall out of her mouth.
“Whoa,
touchy. Just saying.”
“Well,
don’t,” she said softly. “Don’t say. Just pour.”
As
she exchanged words with the bartender, Blondie had stopped with his
drink halfway to his lips, and was staring at her with his mouth
slightly open.
“Hey,”
he said, his eyes flicking to her breasts for just a second. “You
look almost
as miserable as I feel.”
“Imagine
how delighted I am to hear that,” she answered, putting her back to
the bar and looking past him, as though bored.
If
she was honest, however, she wasn’t bored by him. Maybe, just
maybe, for no apparent reason that she cared to explore, her tummy
might have filled with butterflies when he locked his blue eyes with
hers a moment before.
“Wow.”
He threw back half the glass of Scotch, then lowered the tumbler to
the bar, shifting his body to face her. “Not a big fan of weddings,
huh?”
“Not
today,” she admitted, grasping the stem of her wineglass after the
bartender grudgingly refilled it. The wine was doing its work, making
the sharp ache of Dusty’s betrayal recede from the front of her
mind.
“Amen,”
he agreed.
“Today,
weddings suck.”
“Right
there with you.”
“Love,
love, love…blah, blah, blah. Whatever.”
“Preaching
to the choir.”
“To
have and to hold…what does that even mean?”
He
wrinkled his nose at her. “I think it just means…to have and to
hold.”
She
smirked. “I guess they didn’t want to confuse anyone when they
came up with that witty line.”
His
lips quirked up and he brought the glass to his lips again, taking a
small sip. “Boy, you’re something.”
“Am
I?” she asked, still channeling acidic boredom, although part of
her hoped he wouldn’t leave because at least if Blondie was talking
to her, she wasn’t completely alone. Plus, he was easy on the eyes,
it was taking effort not to look at him, and that effort was
distracting her from her general misery.
“You’re
really angry.” He leaned a little closer and lowered his voice.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I sort of dig that today.”
“What
do you dig on the other 364 days?”
He
laughed softly, shaking his head back and forth. “Why don’t we
just worry about today?”
She
sighed, taking another big gulp of wine before glancing at him. She
shifted her body and fluttered a couple of fingers toward the
boutonniere on his lapel.
“Wedding
party?”
“Weren’t
you at the wedding?”
“Back
row corner,” she said. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
Fueled
by many fermented grapes, she decided to remedy that now. Without
even trying to be subtle, she started at his neck then dropped her
eyes, inch by inch, to his broad chest, to his tapered waist, to his
hips—with strong bets on a toned, chiseled man-V under his sharply
creased trousers—to his legs, and back up again. “Friend or
family?”
His
eyes burned after her blunt perusal. “Family. What about you?”
“Maybe
I’m crashing,” she deadpanned.
As
if dumped schoolteacher Molly McKenna would ever do something as wild
as crash a wedding.
He
grinned, his eyes a touch darker now as he threw back the rest of his
Scotch without wincing or gasping. He shoved his glass back toward
the bartender, tapping on the rim to indicate he wanted another.
“Really?”
“Crashing,”
she whispered with a soft laugh of disbelief.
“I’ve
never met a wedding crasher. How did you get in?” he asked,
amusement and surprise thick in his voice.
“What?”
“You
crashed, right? How did you manage to get in?”
“Oh,
I didn’t…”
Wouldn’t
that be something? To crash a wedding? To be someone who did
something like that?
Someone…wild?
Either
the wine was making her loopy, or the idea of “being wild” for
the first time in her life had taken hold of her like a beagle’s
teeth on a bird’s throat. Whatever the reason, it didn’t much
matter. She looked into Blondie’s deep blue eyes, which were
twinkling with amusement, and made a quick decision. Licking her lips
and lowering her voice to a purr as she’d seen in the movies, she
beckoned him closer.
“Want
me to tell you? Or show you?”
Shocked
by her own boldness, Molly didn’t move an inch. She stared at the
pulse in his throat, the way it pounded, pushing at the skin
forcefully with every throbbing surge of blood. By staring at his
heartbeat she could ignore the fierce pounding of her own.
“Are
you serious?”
Her
breathing had suddenly become shallow and quick. Was she? Was she
serious? What exactly was she offering? A kiss? Sex? Christ on a
cracker, she’d never had sex with anyone but Dusty. Dusty. Her
nostrils flared with fury. Dusty who’d cheated on her with Shana.
She exhaled raggedly, licking her lips again, emboldened by her fury.
“Try
me,” she whispered.
Review by Tabitha:
I
have loved every single one of the English Brothers. I couldn't wait to
read all about Weston and where his story was going to take us. And I
was not disappointed in the least. I am so in love with each and
everyone of them. I love how Ms. Regnery carries each character over
into the next book. I mean who wouldn't want to read about 5 crazy hot
Alpha men right?!? Weston meets Molly at his brother Fitz's wedding and
both are doing the whole bahumbug weddings after being dumped. Their
meeting is crazy hot. We see the instant chemistry with these two and
man did Weston not just make me melt right then and there. It was more
fast paced than the other English Brothers books, but I thought it fit
perfectly that way. It was so Weston. If you haven't read the previous
books, you will have no clue what I mean by saying that "it was so
Weston." And you really need to go get each and every one of them
because I'm telling you they are the best brother series I have ever
read. I can't wait to read all about Kate next. I am sure it is going to
be another home run. I really can't say enough wonderful things about
these books. They are just fabulous!! I will be recommending these
little gems to all my friends. Great job Katy!!! This was a 5+++
AMAZEBALLS stars for me!! A copy was gifted in exchange for an honest
review.
About the Author:
Katy
Regnery, award-winning and Amazon bestselling author, started her
writing career by enrolling in a short story class in January 2012.
One year later, she signed her first contract for a winter romance
entitled By Proxy.
Now
a hybrid author who publishes both independently and traditionally,
Katy claims authorship of the six-book Heart of Montana series, the
six-book English Brothers series, and a Kindle Worlds novella
entitled “Four Weddings and a Fiasco: The Wedding Date,” in
addition to the standalone novels, Playing for Love at Deep Haven
and Amazon bestseller, The Vixen and the Vet.
The
Vixen and the Vet is included in the charity anthology Hometown
Heroes: Hotter Ever After, and Katy’s novella “Frosted”
will appear in the upcoming (Jan ’15) anthology, Snowy Days
Steamy Nights. Additionally, Katy’s short story, “The Long
Way Home” will appear in the first RWA anthology (Feb ’15),
Premiere.
Katy
lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County,
Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her
husband, two young children, and two dogs create just enough cheerful
chaos to remind her that the very best love stories begin at home.
Don’t
miss upcoming English Brothers books!!
Twitter:
@KatyRegnery
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