Country music superstar Tyler Blue just wants a weekend of anonymity…though there’s something about the spunky waitress with the streaks of purple hair that tempts him like no other. Until the next morning, when they both wake up with fuzzy memories…and rings on their fingers.
Convincing Sherry to maintain the ruse for his public image isn’t the hardest part—it’s reminding himself that their time spent playing husband and wife in her small town of Magnolia Springs can’t last. Tyler’s first love will always be music—and the road is no place for a sweet downhome girl.
Waking up face-first on the bathroom floor may not be cause for alarm for everyone, but for
Sherry, it ranked right up there. Especially since she knew the second her eyes cracked open that
it wasn’t her bathroom.
Fuzzy-edged memories pranced around her brain, just out of reach, as she hooked a hand
on the toilet seat and pushed to a sitting position.
The world tilted.
As her stomach heaved, she dove for the porcelain throne, but nothing came up. Nothing
other than slightly sharper memories. Ones that told of dancing, magical fountains, way too
much alcohol, and some very, very sexy time between the sheets. The images pulsed like an old
movie, blanking out too much for her liking, but a flush heated her skin at what she could recall.
Hot damn. She’d been right. A night with a roadie like Tyler would definitely keep her
fantasies occupied for years to come. Shame she couldn’t remember more.
Resting her head on the cool surface, she surveyed the fancy digs with half-lidded eyes.
It was a hell of a room, particularly on a roadie’s budget. Further proof that either Tyler was in
tight with his boss, or Blue wasn’t nearly the egotist she’d pegged him to be. Too bad she hadn’t
had a chance to meet him the other night.
“Tyler?” she called out again, wincing at the roughness of her voice. She sounded like an
old lady who smoked a bazillion packs a day. Lovely. Grabbing hold of either side of the toilet,
she wobbled first to her knees, and then her feet. The mirror was just a few feet away. Time to
inspect the damage.
Eyes half closed, she fumbled forward and latched onto the counter to steady herself.
Hangovers really didn’t suit her. She turned on the faucet, and as she waited for the plastic cup to
fill with water, Sherry raised her eyes to her reflection.
“What the freaking hell?!?”
She was wearing a wedding veil.
A wedding veil was on her head. It was white. It had lace. And it was on her freaking
She didn’t have a single stitch of clothing on her body otherwise, but she did have that.
“Hubba, hubba, wubba…what?”
She blinked hard, repeatedly, thinking her reflection would change. It didn’t. Cold water
ran over her hand, and it didn’t wake her from the bizarre dream. The door behind her started to
creak open, and Sherry jumped, snatching a towel off the floor.
When she saw a huge honking diamond on her finger, she ditched the towel and
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