Married by Monday (Weekday Brides)

by Catherine Bybee

  Praise for Catherine Bybee

  Wife by Wednesday

  #1 Amazon Bestseller

  New York Times Bestseller

  USA Today Bestseller

  Wall Street Journal Bestseller

  #1 Indie Reader Bestseller 5 Stars ~ “Wife by Wednesday is an enchanting and titillating modern day fairy tale romance that hooks the reader from page one and doesn’t let go.”

  5 Hearts ~ Sizzling Hot Reviews Read of the Month ~ “In Wife by Wednesday, you will find a fun and sizzling romance, great characters that trade verbal spars like fist punches…”

  5 Stars ~ Romancing the Book ~

  “Catherine has a simply delicious, sexy sense of writing style and I am adding her to my list of have future reads.”

  I Just Wanna Sit Here and Read ~

  “The story is full and the pacing is perfect filled with ups and downs for this new couple.”

  4 ½ Stars ~ Happily Ever After Reviews ~

  “Ms. Bybee has brought to life two engaging characters, a conniving villain and a series of obstacles, which leave you turning the pages with eager anticipation to find out what happens next.”

  Tell me a Story~

  ”Catherine Bybee provides entertainment with a feel good factor that makes reading a pleasure.”

  4 Cups ~ Coffee Time Romance ~

  “The chemistry between Sam and Blake just oozes between every line;”

  BINDING VOWS

  “BINDING VOWS whisked me into an adventure that I was sorry to see end.”

  ~Romance Studio

  5 Tombstone Review for BINDING VOWS “... was such an amazing book...possibly the best I have read so far this year. ...so much fun...”

  ~Megan, Bitten By Books

  SILENT VOWS

  5 Stars, “SILENT VOWS is a fascinating timetravel tale of ancient Druids and modern heroes that pulls the reader in from the very first page.”

  ~Affaire de Coeur

  REDEEMING VOWS

  “As in the first two stories, the plot comes together with danger, suspense, romance, and the author's own blend of humor.”

  ~The Romance Studio (5 Hearts)

  BEFORE THE MOON RISES

  “BEFORE THE MOON RISES has earned the distinction of being one of the top e-books I’ve come across…”

  ~Nights and Weekend Reviews

  “A page-turning mix of fast cars, sexy shapeshifters, and paranormal suspense.”

  ~Caridad Pinero, New York Times bestselling author

  EMBRACING THE WOLF

  “Richard and Kate's story was so intoxicating. I was so deliriously drunk on their instantaneous chemistry.”

  ~Romance in the Backseat

  Books by

  Catherine Bybee

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  Weekday Brides

  Wife by Wednesday

  Married by Monday

  MacCoinnich Time Travels

  Binding Vows

  Silent Vows

  Redeeming Vows

  Highland Shifter

  Ritter Werewolves

  Before the Moon Rises

  Embracing the Wolf

  Other Novellas

  Soul Mate

  Possessive

  Married

  By

  Monday

  Catherine Bybee

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Married by Monday

  COPYRIGHT  2012 by Catherine Bybee

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Contact Information: catherinebybee.com

  Cover Art by Crystal Posey

  Visit Catherine at www.catherinebybee.com

  Publishing History: First Edition

  Kindle Edition

  Published by Catherine Bybee

  Dedication

  This one is for my Mom who passed on to me her love of reading romance novels.

  I love you!

  Acknowledgements

  As always to my critique partner Sandra, my editor Maureen, and my amazing cover artist Crystal.

  Without you ladies my job would be so much harder.

  Special thanks to Elaine McDonald and the lovely photographs she provided for my cover art.

  To my Facebook, Goodreads, and Twitter fans and friends. You guys rock!

  You’ve been there giving my cyber high-fives and kudos along my journey and have kept me going when I was riddled with self doubt.

  Chapter One

  Getting married every single year was becoming a pain in the ass. Especially for the maid of honor.

  “I really didn’t think he was serious about a yearly wedding.” Eliza Havens fiddled with the edges of the yellow chiffon bridesmaid dress, which had entirely too many yards of material. The damn thing belonged on a slow talking southern belle, complete with parasol and white ribbons, not on her as she stood up for her best friend…again.

  “It’s romantic,” Gwen offered.

  “It’s stupid.”

  Samantha and Blake were going on two years of marriage and already had little Eddie. At first when Blake announced he was going to marry Sam every year on their anniversary in a different state, Eliza had thought it was sweet. Now after a full week of non-stop wedding planning, she and Gwen, Blake’s sister, were sweating it out in San Antonio planning their big Texas-themed wedding. Except Gwen was English and entirely misguided about Texas. Where there should be cowboy hats and western flavor attire, everything had turned south. Deep south. More like a scene from Gone With the Wind than Dallas.

  “Don’t fret, Eliza. They won’t all be this grand.” It took some time to get used to Gwen’s British accent, but Eliza was used to it now.

  “I’m not fretting. I’m pissing and moaning. Get it right! Do you have any idea how hot these dresses are going to be outside in the smoldering heat?”

  Gwen displayed perfect teeth as she smiled. She pivoted in a circle, reached into a large bag from the bridal knick-knack store they’d found the day before, and removed two white and gold folding lace fans. “I thought of that.”

  Well, at least it isn’t a parasol.

  Gwen handed her the fan and turned to the bag again. Out came two perfectly matched frilly umbrellas.

  “Ugh! I spoke to soon.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Eliza refrained from rolling her eyes as she reached for the parasol.

  Why did it have to be yellow? Nobody wore yellow!

  “You don’t like them.” Gwen’s arms dropped and her excited expression fell.

  I hate ’em. “They’re very…country.” In a southern plantation kind of way. But Eliza couldn’t say that to Gwen. Pampered, rich, and completely naive, Gwen meant well. She executed poorly, but did it with a golden heart.

  “Isn’t that what we’re going for, country?”

  Eliza opened the sunny umbrella and forced a smile to her lips. “This does say country.”

  “Splendid. I think we have all we need then.” Oblivious to Eliza’s unease, Gwen continued removing small trinkets from her bag, perfectly matching earrings, necklaces, and yes, even ribbons for their hair. Eliza started to think she’d look like a buttercup on top of the cake by the time Gwen finished. “Oh, look at the time. We need to run,” Gwen said.

  “I thought we were done.”

  “We need to make another pass at the ranch and
assure Neil that security won’t be a problem.” Neil, Sam and Blake’s personal bodyguard, was built like a brick house, completely immovable if he wanted to stay in place. He smiled so seldom Eliza hadn’t known he had teeth until after she’d known him for six months.

  “Can’t Neil check it out himself?” She was hoping for a cocktail in the hotel bar, followed by a hot bath in the penthouse suite. While in Texas, she was working on finding new clients for Alliance. Men and women. Samantha founded the elite matchmaking firm and brought Eliza on as full partner after she married Blake. In the past two years, Eliza had recruited over a dozen women and matched three couples. Unlike other matchmaking companies, Alliance matched couples based on their life goals, not for love or a happily ever after. There were men out there who wanted a wife as a status symbol, or needed a temporary partner to obtain a job or promotion. In Samantha’s case, she and Blake married because of a mandate in Blake’s father’s will. As it turned out, the two fell recklessly in love with each other and had Eddie before their first anniversary.

  Eliza was always on the lookout for new clients. What better place than Texas, where the men were often rich, and the women were perfectly polished and sometimes available.

  “You know how difficult Neil can be. I’ll need to convince him the paparazzi won’t make it past the gates.”

  The taste of that cocktail was drifting farther away. Eliza reached into her purse and grasped a clip before piling her shoulder-length, hair high on her head. The humidity had flattened it to nothing on their earlier excursion. No use pretending her hair would cooperate after more assaulting heat.

  “Okay, let’s go. But I’m driving.”

  Gwen was used to having a hotel driver taking her wherever she wanted to go. She said she didn’t like to drive in the States because of the cars being on the opposite side of the road. Eliza didn’t care for the dependence on another driver to get her around so she’d opted to rent a car.

  Thirty minutes later, they were driving down a Texas highway in a compact rental car. The air conditioner running at full speed hardly made a dent in the oppressive heat. Eliza clutched her fist and hit the top of the dashboard. “I don’t think the air is working right.”

  Gwen sat quietly in her seat, using the folding fan she’d bought for the wedding. “It’s not far. We’ll survive.”

  Yeah, but the heat was weighing on Eliza’s nerves, not to mention her shirt was sticking to the back of the seat. Considering Gwen was from Europe, Eliza was surprised she wasn’t full of complaints.

  In fact, Gwen hadn’t stopped smiling since they’d left the hotel.

  Hmmm, she’d have to analyze that.

  There was a guard gate on the property. When they approached, and Eliza gave them their names, the attendant waved them through. “Mrs. Hawthorn is waiting for y’all,” the cowboy said while tipping his hat.

  “I love the Texan accent, don’t you?” Gwen asked.

  “It grows on you after a while.”

  “I think it’s charming. Everyone seems so polite.”

  Eliza drove the car down the long tree-lined drive to the front of the sprawling ranch house. “Americans think everyone with a British accent is intelligent. We both know that isn’t true. One night in a honky-tonk and you’d learn that not all cowboys are polite.” For some reason Eliza felt it was her duty to keep an eye on Gwen, much like an older, more experienced sister would.

  “I’m not as naive as you think I am,” Gwen chided.

  “Hmmm.” Ya, right.

  “I’m not.”

  Eliza glanced over and met Gwen’s scowl. Her porcelain features and perfect makeup, along with the accent, added to the innocent poster child image.

  “I may have gone to boarding school, and lived most my life at Albany behind locked gates, but I’ve done some traveling on my own.”

  “Let me guess, with a bodyguard the size of Neil hanging around?”

  “Hans isn’t nearly as big as Neil.”

  Eliza rolled her eyes. “Hans? His name is Hans?”

  “He’s from Sweden. His specialty is in martial arts.”

  Eliza would have laughed if Gwen wasn’t so serious. “So where is Hans now?”

  “At home. I didn’t think he needed to accompany me here. I knew I’d be with you and could call on Samantha or Blake anytime. Besides, you don’t seem to need anyone holding your hand to keep you safe.”

  That’s because I know how to take care of myself. “You’re not me.”

  “No, but I’m capable of staying out of trouble without a bodyguard.”

  Unaccredited confidence could lead to trouble. “You know I’m leaving the day after the wedding.”

  “I know.”

  Eliza put the car in park and kept it running to keep what cool air they could blowing on them as they talked. “When are you flying home?”

  “I haven’t decided. Mother wants me to fly home with her, but I think I might stay here for a while longer.”

  “I think you’d be better off going home with your mom.”

  “I’m not a child.”

  “Didn’t say you were.”

  “I think you did.”

  Gwen’s defenses were up. Eliza placed a hand over the other woman’s. “How old are you, twenty-five?”

  Gwen’s jaw dropped. “I’m thirty-one.”

  Too old to be walking around with a babysitter. “I tell you what. Tonight we’ll put on a pair of jeans, find a couple of hats, and look for that honky-tonk. Maybe I can give you a few tips so you can stay out of trouble.” Not exactly the environment to recruit new customers, but leaving Gwen to her own defenses was kinda like leaving a kitten with a dozen pit bulls.

  “What if I want to find some trouble?”

  “Then it’s best you have someone to keep you from getting hurt. Hence, you’ll need someone like Hans.”

  “Fine, no trouble. I’d like to keep myself safe, have some fun, and leave un-accosted.”

  “Fine.”

  Gwen smiled and pushed the door open.

  The sweltering heat sucked the energy from every pore of Eliza’s body. Maybe a cool bar and a beer would help knock her out of her current funk.

  Eliza hiked her purse over her shoulder and rounded the front of the car.

  “Oh, Carter, how nice of you to come.” Gwen’s voice pierced the air with her greeting.

  Eliza skidded to a stop. Carter?

  Gwen reached the steps to the ranch house and greeted Carter in the classic European style, kissing both of his cheeks. Dressed in casual slacks and a cotton button up shirt, Carter Billings tossed on his easy smile. As usual he said exactly the right things, at exactly the right times. “Don’t you look lovely. You’d never know it’s a thousand degrees out here.”

  Eliza’s heart pounded in her chest. Here stood the real reason for her unease. Carter Billings was everything she’d ever wanted in a man, but completely out of her reach. Something inside her ignited every time she saw him. Sadly, that response usually ended up in a snarky remark or defensive battle. He walked with more confidence than a tomcat in a dark ally in Brooklyn, charmed everyone he met with only a smile, and oozed sex appeal like syrup dripping off a double stack of pancakes.

  Carter ran his hand through his sandy blond hair and caught her gaze when Gwen walked past him and into the house. Eliza watched his chest rise and fall with one deep breath before he started down the stairs to greet her.

  “Hello, Eliza.”

  “Hey, Carter. What are you doing here?” Damn, that sounded snotty. The heat was frying her brain.

  “I take it you’re not happy to see me.”

  “Didn’t say that. Wasn’t expecting you is all.” Is all? The locals were sliding into her speech.

  He crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his fingers under his arms. “Gwen asked Neil to come, Blake asked me to give a report on Gwen.”

  Eliza glanced over Carter’s shoulder to the empty doorway. “Why doesn’t Blake ask Neil about her?”
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  “Neil doesn’t offer gossip, only facts. Blake would be more frustrated with a, ‘she’s fine’ response.” Carter dipped his voice to mimic Neil’s. Eliza couldn’t help but smile.

  “She is fine.” How did one woman instill such a need for these men to coddle her?

  “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  Eliza shoved a lock of hair that managed to fall out of her loose bun from her eyes. Carter watched the movement, his eyes wandering to the tip of her head. “Let the judge, judge then.”

  “I’m not a judge any longer.”

  “No, you’re a politician.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  “Politicians are hated almost as much as lawyers.” Which Carter was. Or had been anyway. At thirty-seven he’d climbed more ladders and overturned more goals than a man twice his age. His sights were now on Sacramento and, according to the polls, his chances were good.

  “Ouch.”

  “I call ’em as I see ’em.”

  He stood aside, his smile never falling from his full lips. “Well why don’t you call ’em inside. It’s hard to judge my ward out here in the heat.”

  “She’s not your ward,” Eliza informed him as she walked by. Even in the heat, she managed to catch of scent of the musk rolling off his frame. She shivered, ignoring the pleasure his scent brought over her.

  “She’s not yours either, but I didn’t see her driving up here alone.”

  “Don’t you have laws to pass or something?”

  He chuckled as she passed him on the stairs. “I’m not the governor, yet.”