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My Best Mistake
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Life spiraled out of control when I got knocked up by my brother’s best friend.
There’s some things you need to know about “Mr. Playboy” Jason Cooper.
He may be gorgeous and charismatic as hell –
Until an unthinkable tragedy happens.
Well, maybe I can take this lemon and make lemonade.
Turns out, I couldn’t keep my distance from him.
Maybe it’s time to tell him about our unexpected gift…
“My Best Mistake” is a full length standalone romance with no cheating and no cliffhangers, but with a gorgeous protective alpha male, plenty of steam and a guaranteed HEA.
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Whoever designed tuxedos did so with Jason Cooper in mind. I can’t drag my eyes away from his hot male form as he dances with an impossibly thin blond bombshell. Everyone in L.A. is super thin. Do they all have air for breakfast and dinner? Liam shifts in my arms and I cradle him tighter.
He’d fallen asleep as soon as his parents took to the dance floor for their first dance. He settles back into dreamland and my eyes return to Jason as if drawn by an invisible force. Tall and broad-shouldered. Ripped biceps. The finest specimen of a man that I have ever laid my eyes on.
And the one man I cannot stand.
Except my brain and body don’t work in sync where Jason Cooper is concerned. Looking at him now, a warm liquid ache rises from the depths of my body. I squeeze my legs together to ease the rising pressure.
I’ve fantasized about him for more times than I care to count. Grazing my fingers through the blond curls at the back of his neck. Sucking on his full lips, made for kissing. A soft groan escapes my lips and I clear my throat loudly, in case anybody heard it.
Then he turns to me and the world stops. My breath comes out faster. A smile plays at the corners of his lips as if he can tell just how badly I want him.
“Too bad your brother is off the market,” Madison says, and I break the stare. I didn’t even hear her return to her chair.
“You knew that,” I say and throw her an affectionate glance. Madison has had a crush on Marvin as far back as I can remember. My brother and a thousand other men. She crushes on a different man every week. All he has to be is good looking and sexy and Maddie is all in. “Marvin’s been off the market since college.”
My gaze shifts to the groom and his bride. They’re wrapped in their own world, as they sway to the slow music. Marvin and Ellie. They met in college and had been together since then. Seven months earlier, they’d had a baby and decided it was time to make their union official.
“They look so happy,” Maddie gushes. “Do you think it will ever happen for us, Brooke?”
Memories come over me. Waiting in the small room off the altar for Eric to arrive. Angry that he’d dare be late for our wedding. The rising panic as it dawned on me that this was not a simple case of forgetting to check the time. And then the realization that I had actually been stood up on my wedding day.
I turn to Maddie and shake my head. “Not for me. I’ve walked down that road and I didn’t like it.”
“Eric was an asshole,” she says.
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I make an abrupt movement and Liam stirs. I rock him. If he wakes up now, he’ll be super cranky and putting him back to sleep will require a miracle.
“You never said so at the time,” I hiss. “In fact, if I recall correctly, you said that you liked him.”
Madison grins sheepishly and then shrugs as if it doesn’t matter. She’s my best friend and she’d pretended to like the man I was going to marry.
“I know, but I also added that he was a selfish prick.”
I roll my eyes and exhale. There’s no point in getting angry about it. Sure, it would have been nice if she’d been honest at the time.
“I hope I meet someone soon. I’m running out of patience,” she says now.
“It might help if you don’t hop into bed with a man the same day you meet him,” I point out. It’s not the first time we’ve had that discussion. Maddie doesn’t believe in denying herself.
“I do not! Well, maybe I do but it’s better than living the way you do,” Madison says and then her voice softens. “I know what Eric did was terrible but, Brooke, you can’t let it stop you from living. Go on, have a wild affair with someone. You might even meet the real love of your life. Get married, have a family, the works. Take a risk.”
Tears burn my eyes. It’s easy for her to say. She’s not the one who had to face hundreds of people like the girl whose fiancé had gotten cold feet. I hadn’t told anyone but a year after my wedding that never was, I’d come across a picture of Eric, his new wife, and a baby. The pain had been unbearable. I couldn’t help but think that that would have been me holding our baby.
The wound reopened and it had taken me months to go through a whole day without bursting into tears. No thank you. I wasn’t going back there again. Not ever. Though I did like the idea of indulging in a wild affair. My eyes searched for Jason.