Code of Matrimony (Cipher Security #2.5) Read Online April White

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Cipher Security Series by April White

Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)

There are three things you need to know about the Collins twins:
1) One is falling in love,
2) One is getting married, and
3) You’re all invited to the party.

Anna knows what she wants and she doesn’t hesitate to go after it. Adventure is her passion, and a wedding is just an excuse to gather with friends and family.
Colette loves “events,” and wants her sister to have the biggest and best. But Anna doesn’t care about how things look, and Colette cares too much, especially where Sterling Gray is concerned. Will this celebration tear the sisters apart? Or will it end in twin happily-ever-afters?

Code of Matrimony is book number 2.5 of the Cipher Security series, and can be read as a standalone, though the author doesn’t advise doing so.


“My heart keeps finding new ways to love you.”

— Penny Reid, Happily Ever Ninja



"We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love."


“If you can’t seduce him wearing this dress, I’m taking your woman card,” Colette said as she adjusted the straps on the excessively frothy white wedding dress she’d brought into the dressing room.

I looked at my image in the mirror and considered my reflection. I felt like a meringue. As I twirled around to create the peaks any self-respecting meringue has to have, I pictured the dress atop an enormous vat of lemon pie filling. But because I like wine more than lemon pie, the contents of the vat quickly morphed, and suddenly I could see myself as Lucille Ball stomping barefoot in the vat of grapes with her skirt tucked into the belt of her dress.

I shook my head. “It doesn’t have a belt.” Colette stared at me with such a look of confusion, I was compelled to explain. “For tucking the skirt into so grape-stomping can happen.”

Colette’s confusion didn’t go away, but at least I made her smile. “Because grape-stomping is going to happen at your wedding?”

I shrugged. “Grape-stomping is the only way I could survive looking like a meringue. Also, p.s., I don’t think a wedding is the right place to practice seductive wiles. I mean, sex in front of Darius’s mom would be awkward as hell.”

“Not more awkward than sex in front of ours. She’d probably cheer you on,” my sister deadpanned.

I wrinkled my nose at myself in the mirror. “Thank you for that vivid picture. Now I’ll be seeing her on the sidelines of our bed waving pom poms in the air and rooting for whichever swimmer will knock me up.”

Colette made a face like she’d eaten a lemon from the pie. “Now the picture’s in my head too.”

I peeled off the frothy concoction and handed it to my sister. “At this point, I’m leaning toward wearing cutoff jeans and a white t-shirt to my wedding.”

“At least then the grape-stomping could happen,” she said, without missing a beat. “Not sure it’ll go over well with Silvana though.” She handed me a silky, white slip dress to try on. I was mostly kidding about the shorts, but Colette wasn’t kidding at all about my soon-to-be-mother-in-law. Silvana Masoud was always beautiful and elegant, perfectly dressed, coiffed, and made-up, and all seemingly without effort or thought. Kind of like my sister, I thought, as I studied Colette’s reflection where she stood behind me in the mirror. Utterly the opposite of me.

I turned to her with a sigh and held out the slip dress. “This would look amazing on you, but it’s totally impractical for the beach.”

“I wish you’d let me plan something for you in the city,” she said. “A wedding at Mom and Dad’s house is just so …”

“Me?” I supplied cheerfully.

“Only, like, ten people are going to go all the way to Rockport, Massachusetts for a ‘casual’ beach wedding in September,” she said with a scowl. Colette was an interior designer who could plan impeccable parties, and she had been bugging me to do a cocktail party or rehearsal dinner in Chicago, mostly so she could invite Sterling Gray to be her date. He was too fancy for Rockport and our family home full of wet dogs, not to mention our mother who regularly swam topless in the ocean, so a party in Chicago was the only way she’d be willing to let him meet our parents.

My thought was that anyone who needed a party to meet the parents wasn’t worthy of Colette’s brand of awesomeness, but I had already said everything I needed to on that subject, and she’d listened to exactly none of it. So I just shoved a little drama into my sigh and said, “A party in the city is not in our budget with all the traveling we want to do, so having the wedding at Mom and Dad’s just makes sense.”