| Author: | Alexandra Andersen | ISBN: | 9781311891433 |
| Publisher: | Alexandra Andersen | Publication: | December 9, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Alexandra Andersen |
| ISBN: | 9781311891433 |
| Publisher: | Alexandra Andersen |
| Publication: | December 9, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Do you love steamy romance, champagne, butter cream icing, pretty things, sarcasm, and diamonds? Then this was written just for you.
Noelle Fournier dreamed of being a bride ever since she was born. After a devastating broken engagement five years ago, she’s now engaged to the dashing Dmitri Orlov and more than ready for her happy ending complete with an antique tiara and Tiffany blue wedding cake.
Her world is suddenly shattered when Dmitri reveals on their wedding day, he’s given his heart and soul to someone else.
Chaos ensues.
The following is an excerpt from Jilted Again, enjoy:
This young woman would be the perfect wife.
Noelle Fournier was lovely, poised, well spoken, and according to her paperwork, he thought she might be single. Dmitri Orlov felt an urge to smile at how easy it would be to capture her.
“Can you read the chart from top to bottom?” She read it clearly, loudly, and with a hint of something exotic in the inflection of her voice. Her posture was straight as an arrow.
It was time for him to marry. Why not her?
Noelle had decided to see Dr. Orlov for her eye exam after hearing his radio ads every morning and evening on her drive to and from work. She liked his voice.
Had she known when she walked into his office that he was going to be a late-thirties, sapphire-eyed, stunner of a man, she probably would have dressed differently.
Maybe not.
When she caught sight of him in the waiting room, she’d been shocked. With a small gasp, she did a once-over of her outfit and decided she had unknowingly captured sexy without the dash of slutty her younger self might have attempted to add.
Throughout his standard questions about her medical history, he maintained eye contact. She had to wonder if it was just her or if he gave this level of intensity to all his patients.
When he’d darkened the room and rolled a stool immediately in front of her, she noted how good he smelled. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was wearing the barest amount of Tom Ford Noir, her favorite men’s cologne.
Yeah, he was hitting all her personal triggers. She wondered how easy it would be to get his attention.
Please don’t let him be gay. With her losing streak, he was more than likely happily married to the man of his dreams. Worse would be if he was straight but seriously minded the fact that she was a size sixteen.
“Ms. Fournier, are you aware you have a slight astigmatism?” His voice on the radio had been sexy. His voice in person, in a darkened room, mere inches from her was almost more than she could handle.
She cleared her throat, embarrassed. “No. I wasn’t. My eyes started to hurt after my contacts were in for only a couple of hours. I figured I should come in for an eye exam before I couldn’t spend my usual endless hours in front of the computer screen.”
He nodded and stood to turn on the lights. Noelle blinked at the sudden brightness and sat back from the exam equipment. Her posture, always perfect as drilled into her brain by her mother, highlighted her generous cleavage for his viewing pleasure.
The moment his eyes dipped, she noticed and high-fived herself mentally. Most men, no matter their personal “type” could avoid appreciation of her girls.
He flashed her a brilliant smile that showed her his straight, white teeth. “Other than that and the nearsightedness, which I have as well, your eyes are in excellent health. Overall, you’re just about perfect.”
The last part was murmured under his breath and he turned to finish writing up her exam results.
“Miss Fournier or is it Mrs. Fournier?” he asked while still scrawling away, facing away from her.
“It’s miss. As in never married.” Noelle hadn’t intended to sound so eager when she replied.
“Miss Fournier. Would you like to go to dinner on Saturday?” He asked the question as if he wanted to borrow a pen.
Discover what happens next with Noelle and Dmitri and get the steamy romance Jilted Again instantly…
Do you love steamy romance, champagne, butter cream icing, pretty things, sarcasm, and diamonds? Then this was written just for you.
Noelle Fournier dreamed of being a bride ever since she was born. After a devastating broken engagement five years ago, she’s now engaged to the dashing Dmitri Orlov and more than ready for her happy ending complete with an antique tiara and Tiffany blue wedding cake.
Her world is suddenly shattered when Dmitri reveals on their wedding day, he’s given his heart and soul to someone else.
Chaos ensues.
The following is an excerpt from Jilted Again, enjoy:
This young woman would be the perfect wife.
Noelle Fournier was lovely, poised, well spoken, and according to her paperwork, he thought she might be single. Dmitri Orlov felt an urge to smile at how easy it would be to capture her.
“Can you read the chart from top to bottom?” She read it clearly, loudly, and with a hint of something exotic in the inflection of her voice. Her posture was straight as an arrow.
It was time for him to marry. Why not her?
Noelle had decided to see Dr. Orlov for her eye exam after hearing his radio ads every morning and evening on her drive to and from work. She liked his voice.
Had she known when she walked into his office that he was going to be a late-thirties, sapphire-eyed, stunner of a man, she probably would have dressed differently.
Maybe not.
When she caught sight of him in the waiting room, she’d been shocked. With a small gasp, she did a once-over of her outfit and decided she had unknowingly captured sexy without the dash of slutty her younger self might have attempted to add.
Throughout his standard questions about her medical history, he maintained eye contact. She had to wonder if it was just her or if he gave this level of intensity to all his patients.
When he’d darkened the room and rolled a stool immediately in front of her, she noted how good he smelled. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was wearing the barest amount of Tom Ford Noir, her favorite men’s cologne.
Yeah, he was hitting all her personal triggers. She wondered how easy it would be to get his attention.
Please don’t let him be gay. With her losing streak, he was more than likely happily married to the man of his dreams. Worse would be if he was straight but seriously minded the fact that she was a size sixteen.
“Ms. Fournier, are you aware you have a slight astigmatism?” His voice on the radio had been sexy. His voice in person, in a darkened room, mere inches from her was almost more than she could handle.
She cleared her throat, embarrassed. “No. I wasn’t. My eyes started to hurt after my contacts were in for only a couple of hours. I figured I should come in for an eye exam before I couldn’t spend my usual endless hours in front of the computer screen.”
He nodded and stood to turn on the lights. Noelle blinked at the sudden brightness and sat back from the exam equipment. Her posture, always perfect as drilled into her brain by her mother, highlighted her generous cleavage for his viewing pleasure.
The moment his eyes dipped, she noticed and high-fived herself mentally. Most men, no matter their personal “type” could avoid appreciation of her girls.
He flashed her a brilliant smile that showed her his straight, white teeth. “Other than that and the nearsightedness, which I have as well, your eyes are in excellent health. Overall, you’re just about perfect.”
The last part was murmured under his breath and he turned to finish writing up her exam results.
“Miss Fournier or is it Mrs. Fournier?” he asked while still scrawling away, facing away from her.
“It’s miss. As in never married.” Noelle hadn’t intended to sound so eager when she replied.
“Miss Fournier. Would you like to go to dinner on Saturday?” He asked the question as if he wanted to borrow a pen.
Discover what happens next with Noelle and Dmitri and get the steamy romance Jilted Again instantly…
