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but spoke over my shoulder to Aiden.

“Gonna pass out now.”

“I was expecting that.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

And I was gone.

Thank you so much for reading A MERRY VESTED WEDDING. If you are so inclined, reviews are always welcome by me at your eretailer.

I have spent many hours with these characters. Encouraged by readers like you, I wanted to see what stories the next generation would tell.

If you loved our unsuspecting new father-in-law Richard, the VanRyan’s story begins with my series The Contract. You meet an arrogant hero in Richard, which makes his story much sweeter when he falls.

If happily ever afters are what you crave, I have a collection of short love stories for you to binge on in my Happily Ever After Collection.

Keep reading to find out what exactly happened before maid-of-honor, Gracie found her way to the wedding venue.

Enjoy reading! Melanie

Sneak Peek

My Saving Grace

Grace

I woke up, my head aching and my limbs feeling heavy. I blinked in the darkness of the room, my mouth feeling like the Sahara Desert. The room was unfamiliar, and it took me a moment to recall I was in a hotel room in Las Vegas.

Why did my head ache so badly?

I searched through my memories of the day before. Finally resolving the mystery of the trademark and copyright fiasco. Rushing to the airport, only to find out my plane was canceled due to an engine malfunction and the earliest flight I could get out was the next day. It was a long-ass flight with lots of stopovers, but it would at least get me home the night before Addi’s wedding. I would miss the party but be there for the wedding. It was the best I could do. I returned to the hotel disappointed and upset. I hadn’t wanted to come on this trip so close to her nuptials, but my jackass of a boss had insisted.

Jaxson Richards was a brilliant corporate lawyer. When I found out I would be interning with him, I was excited. His reputation preceded him. His track record spoke for itself.

The day I met him was forever etched into my memory. I had interviewed at the firm and was offered an intern position. On my first day, they explained I would intern with two lawyers over the course of my year in order to learn more during my time with them. I knew interns were often hired at the end of their stint, but I planned on working with the lawyer at BAM and cutting my teeth there before moving to ABC. Bill held a wealth of knowledge, and I wanted to soak it up before he retired and someone younger took his place.

I was sent to Jaxson’s office, and I knocked on the door, waiting until he called out for me to enter. He sat behind his massive desk, and the moment our eyes met, my world tilted.

Tall and broad, stern and fierce, he stared at me, rising from his chair. His eyes were like iced fire, the blue vivid and clear. His hair was so dark it was almost black and brushed to gleaming. His suit fit him perfectly, and as he strode toward me, I caught a glimpse of his powerful thighs, large hands, and wide chest. He held out his hand, a smile tipping up one corner of his full lips and making the cleft in his chin prominent. I had never seen a man as handsome in my life. Considering the caliber of the group of men around me all the time, that was saying something.

“Grace VanRyan, I presume?”

I slipped my hand into his and shook it. The shock that tore through me at his touch startled me. For a moment, I was speechless, my throat dry, the words I needed to say unclear. I shook my head and found my voice, wondering why I was suddenly so nervous.

“Mr. Richards. Yes, I’m Grace.” I cleared my throat, my words sounding strangely breathless. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to our time together.”

He tilted his head. “As do I.”

He escorted me to the chair across from him and waited until I sat down. It was only then I realized he was still holding my hand. He released his grip and sat down, resting his elbows on his desk. Then he asked me the strangest question.

“Tell me about Grace VanRyan.”

I had expected him to ask about school. What I wanted to get out of the internship. My thoughts on the future. Not to ask about