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Honeymoon for Three [MultiFormat]
eBook by Christy Lockhart
eBook Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Jilted! Left at the altar, Claire Cavanaugh runs away to hide, only to end up with the honeymoon of her life. Running away had never been so good... Intending to hide from the embarrassment of being left at the altar, Claire Cavanaugh goes on honeymoon alone, only to find two strappingly handsome Norwegian men, one a Norse god, the other a bear of a Viking, at her beck and call. Finn Odegaard and Christian Petersen are as wild and rugged as the fjords they call home. The two have been looking for a third to complete their relationship and when Claire arrives alone, they can't believe their luck. This lovely lady is brave, bold, and has a sexily curvy body that makes them dream of a honeymoon, for three.
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2010
14 Reader Ratings:
 
"A Reviewer Top Pick! Hot, sensual, and erotic........a must read for those with romantic hearts." -Night Owl Reviews
"He left you at the altar?"
A little thrill chased up Claire's spine as the big bear of a Viking with a shock of red hair swept his gaze over her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He lingered for a few seconds on the fullness of her breasts. There was approval in his green eyes, and something even more thrilling: lust.
After her dud of a fiance, Finn's appreciation was a welcome change.
"This almost-husband of yours, Miss Cavanaugh...did he lose his mind?"
"That's what I'd like to think." Claire tried to smile, but failed. The truth was, being jilted had dealt a devastating blow to her self-confidence. What was so horrible about her that Bruce Marley left her at the church, with a dozen attendants and three hundred of their friends, colleagues, and relatives shifting uncomfortably in their seats?
"Christian, did you hear that? This beautiful woman was left at the altar. So she's come to see us all by herself." Finn looked past her as he spoke. "Aren't we lucky?"
"He wasn't man enough for you, perhaps?"
She turned around to see who asked the question. Her mouth watered. The man standing on the dock, legs spread, arms folded across his chest, highlighted by the Scandinavian sun had the looks of a Norse god. Well over six-feet, with blond hair, blue eyes, and shoulders that could carry all of a woman's burdens, this man was straight out of her fantasies.
"Christian Petersen," he said by way of introduction.
Oh, yes. This man was definitely man enough for her.
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