But the ass-hat wasn’t done being an asshole.
“Pity about how awful this reception is compared to the ceremony, right? I mean, to watch those two pledge themselves to one another in this day and age, and with such fervency was something.” He paused and I watched as his amazing light blue eyes again swept through the crowds moving through the different stations.
My heart stuttered at his pronouncement and especially on the word ‘awful’. “Maybe I’m a food snob, but I think this works in the whole of Phoebe and Ryker joining their lives to—”
“You mean a Hispanic marrying a white girl?” The shit-for-brains interrupted yet again and even went to the racial side of the fence. “I can see the attraction. She’s young, beautiful and built. So it’s no wonder why he chose her. Although what yardstick they used to pick the caterer is a question for the ages, don’t you think?”
I’d never been so mad in my life.
Not after hearing little Mr. Pretty-Boy describe what I’d put together as ‘awful’ or his question of why Ryker and Phoebe picked me for their reception. But as I struggled to come up with the right words in order to flay the skin off him, he placed his water glass on the nearest table. “Oh look. There’s dancing.”
He looked at Max and smiled. “I think my chances of getting laid just increased.”
Guess again, asshole. Oh yeah, my mind was screaming all sorts of things as I glared at his broad back. I’m gonna tell each and every woman in the room what a dick you are, so there!
Turning back to Sarah, I spoke to her in a whisper in order to influence the first of the females against the hot looking, but thoroughly insulting man invading the room.
And I did it with a smile.
One of the snarky, knowing variety.
Because if I was a gambling girl, I’d lay odds the only kind of physical pleasure ol’ Eryk was gonna have that night would be a solo deal.
One of him and his hand.
Dedication
J. A. Hornbuckle
I want to dedicate this to all the other broken girls who have grown (or are still growing) into amazing, wonderful women—a group I proudly include myself in. Life isn’t always fair and sometimes a girl’s beginnings reduces her to a mere shell of who she could be with the right support, caring and love.
For those that have been with me on this journey, thanks for the memories!
And to those of you just now joining me, where’ve you been? My heart’s been waiting for you!
D. P. Fletcher
To my husband Bob. I couldn’t have done this without you. When I said I wanted to write, you said “go for it.” When I get frustrated and whine that I can’t write, you say “yes you can.” You make me a better person. You are my HEA.
Alex, my wonderful son, thanks for cleaning the kitchen every night when all I wanted to do was write.
To JA Hornbuckle. I’m blown away by your friendship and love. Your talent, your wisdom, your sense of humor and your story telling -- what can I say? You’re an amazing woman, friend and writer. Thanks for believing in me.
Thanks to the readers who go on this journey with us. We so appreciate each and every one of you!
About the Authors
D. P. Fletcher
I’m married to the love of my life. We met at a bus stop in Washington DC and we’ve never looked back. A classic case of opposites attract—I was the wild(ish) girl and he was the boy scout. But it works for us. We have one son and the only girl we’re gonna hae, Daisy, a miniature poodle.
A transplant from Northern Virginia, I now live in Denver, Colorado and every day I’m grateful for the blue skies and 300 days of sun.
In my spare time when I’m not huddled over a keyboard, I like to spend time with my family, entertain, read and dream of owning a condo on the beach!
I’m a life-long reader of romance. I can recall snuggling down into the easy chair in our living room and reading everything romance, contemporary, sci-fi, regency—it didn’t matter to me. They transported me to a different world. And they still do.
Connect with me at:
Email: [email protected]
Website: www.dpfletcher.com or www.broken-girls.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100012538726562
Twitter: https://twitter.com/1dpfletcher
J. A. Hornbuckle
If you ask Judy where she grew up, she’ll either tell you, “All over” or “In the backseat of a car” because as a young girl, her family moved a lot due to her dad’s work. But those traveling years didn’t stop when she grew up, and she still loves the adventure of moving to a new place, meeting new people and learning new things.
As an avid, lifelong reader, it wasn’t until her later years that she decided to try her hand at writing. Only to find the process is a LOT harder than it looks, but immeasurably satisfying!
At present, Judy is single and living in Phoenix but as her wanderlust kicks in, who knows where she might be next week or next year? Especially since her full-time job as an author allows her to work from just about anywhere.
Feel free to contact Judy at:
Email: [email protected]
Website: www.jahornbuckle.com or www.broken-girls.com
Twitter: @J A Hornbuckle
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