Accidentally
Married on Purpose
Rachel Harris
Book Synopsis:
One ring plus one wild night equals one
crazy love
Sherry Robicheaux loves men. She loves love. And
she loves an adventure. So when she meets a mysterious man while working
backstage at a country music concert in Vegas, she’s all about what happens in Vegas staying there.
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.
My Thoughts:
I have to say that Accidentally Married on Purpose is a cute book. I completely enjoyed the story. I mean who doesn't love a story that has a couple having a drunk wedding in Vegas. Right there is like an automatic read to me. The challenge is how are they going to make it work. I actually love the fact that Tyler's publicist pushed to keep his marriage going for a little while. So, Tyler and Sherry put on a show for everyone, but of course they start to fall in love. Yes, no one wants to omit to falling in love first.
Honestly, I didn't see Sherry as a wild child, but her exuberance tends to gets her into trouble. I actually love one of her description:
"That girl's heart is bigger than Texas." Her eyes narrowed. "And it's as tender as a baby's butt."
She does have a big heart if she was willing to keep up the charade for Tyler. Sherry truly tried to guard her heart, but it's hard when the guy is a charmer.
I like that Tyler was trying to curb is himbo image, and what perfect way than to stay married. I like once you saw how his layers starting to peel, we see that he's a great guy.
Honestly, I thought story was a lot fun to read. I mean it had me chuckling at times, but towards the end it got me choked up. Seriously, I had tears streaming done my face. I know I'm a sap for the sappiness. However, I think my favorite part of the story Tyler's epiphany, and it all stems from the wedding. So, if you are looking for that book that will having you laughing and possibly crying (remember I'm a sap), you might want to give Accidentally Married on Purpose a go.
Copy provided by the publisher (also purchased a copy).
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Author Bio:
Rachel
Harris writes humorous love stories about sassy girls-next-door and the hot
guys that make them swoon. Emotion, vibrant settings, and strong families are a
staple in each of her books...and kissing. Lots of kissing.
A
Cajun cowgirl now living in Houston, she firmly believes life's problems can be
solved with a hot, sugar-coated beignet or a thick slice of king cake, and that
screaming at strangers for cheap, plastic beads is acceptable behavior in
certain situations. She homeschools her two beautiful girls and watches way too
much Food Network with her amazing husband.
An admitted Diet Mountain Dew addict, she gets
through each day by laughing at herself, hugging her kids, and losing herself
in story. She writes young adult, new adult, and adult romances, and LOVES
talking with readers!
Excerpt:
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 head.
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 screamed instead.
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Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New
York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and
ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake
enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's
worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing
in the car and tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman). She
has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she
promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than
not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
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