Blind Date With a Book (Amnesia & Marriage--Signed by the author)

I can't tell you that! It'll ruin the blind date aspect of this whole thing happening here.

CAUTION! Possible Blind Date spoilers ahead. Do not read on if you want a surprise. But if you are worried you're going to buy a book you've already read then proceed with caution.
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Okay, so you're the type who ruins your own surprise parties (welcome to the club, my friend...)
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Last chance to back out and not ruin your own blind date surprise!
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SNEAK PEEK:

Married.

He was married? To Jill Armstrong.

No, he would most certainly remember that.

“Is this your idea of a joke?” Burke rose from his desk, his mind running through the possible implications of the marriage certificate being valid. None of them were good. He was betting that if this was real there wasn’t a prenuptial agreement.

He’d fought for this company through one divorce and won. He wasn’t going to lose it now.

He placed his hands on his desk and leaned forward, snapping, “Is it?”

Across the desk, Jill’s eyes were wide, her head mutely shaking back and forth.

He tried to rein in his rage, but found control was out of reach. He swept a hand down his face, collecting sweat from his workout. He had a meeting with a potential, much-needed financial backer in fifteen minutes. He’d planned to finish his run, shower, and arrive fresh with a clear mind.

Not…this.

He had trusted Jill. She was smart, strong, and he’d been certain she understood what he was willing and able to offer, and that she was not in need of anything more. He’d always been careful, choosing women who were happy to stand on their own two feet and didn’t want or need a relationship or text the next day. Women who only wanted him to help burn off their stress.

No strings. No commitments.

And no flipping marriage. Didn’t she know the rules?

No, she was playing an entirely different game. He hadn’t partnered his business with hers last April, so she’d gotten him drunk and married him. Now she was here to claim her marital assets.

Man, he was a fool. He’d admired the way she hadn’t taken the rejection of her business proposal personally, and he’d even considered looking her up since then. The night after her pitch they’d accidentally ended up sharing a few shots of tequila in the conference hotel bar, in the middle of a wedding party that was taking place around them, luring them to join in with the celebrations.

He’d woken up the next morning with a massive headache, his memory full of blanks, and an empty bed. After a few months of silence, he’d assumed everything was cool.
Obviously, it wasn’t.

Something huge had gone down during that blank spot in his memory. Something bigger than waking up to find a puzzling, one-inch-long comma tattooed to the inside of his right wrist.

But now he wasn’t so sure she hadn’t taken things personally that night. She’d found a way to partner with him, after all. Why, though, had she waited this long to tell him? What trap had she laid in order to take advantage of him?

And married? How on earth had she convinced him to say those two little words of marital agreement that he never planned on uttering again for as long as he lived? He’d proved he wasn’t capable of marriage and all that went with it, and he wasn’t the kind of man who needed to learn his lessons more than once.

“I’ve already looked into an annulment,” she said quietly, ignoring his outburst.

His mind stopped.

Annulment? She wanted to pretend this had never happened?

“Good,” he said, easing back in his chair. “You know, I remember every night of my life except that one.” He cleared his throat and sat forward again. “But what matters is how we fix this—quickly and quietly. How do we get this marriage considered invalid?”

A married man, one who was the founder and owner of an ethical, green company, did not take the governor’s daughter to a ball, as he had a few weeks ago.

It didn’t matter that it had been a business move—he’d been seeking corporate tax breaks and Governor Martinez had suggested they talk at the event. Burke had agreed. Then there had been the issue of a ticket. But it turned out his daughter, who was in need of a date, had an extra.

The press had acted like there was something between the two of them, despite Burke telling Autumn he wasn’t interested in a relationship. But the media attention had made her eyes dance. He hadn’t been able to shake her ever since.

Reporters would go nuts if they found out that he, a man who never committed, had been married the whole time. Especially to a woman whose curves could rival that of a racetrack. Dangerous. He didn’t recall her being so curvy the last time he’d seen her, and his eyes kept being drawn to the dip in her waist before the flare of her hips. Her shapely legs.

“There is a slight hitch,” Jill said, drawing his attention back to their conversation...

Read Accidentally Married and find out how these two fare with their accidental marriage and feelings of attraction.