📖 Runaway Bridesmaid – March’s Love in a Heartbeat Mini Romance 💖
His breath came heavy as he reached for her, sliding his hands inside the plush folds of her robe. Warm, soft, smooth skin met his touch.
I’m thrilled to share this month’s Love in a Heartbeat Mini Romance with you! Paid subscribers to The Romantic Reader, check your email—your exclusive free ebook of Runaway Bridesmaid is waiting! 🎉
I can’t thank you enough for supporting my stories, and I truly hope you love this one—packed with sizzling tension, a broody cowboy, and a runaway bridesmaid who refuses to go down without a fight.
💍 Blurb:
When Lani Brooks’s best friend calls off her wedding at the worst possible moment, Lani does what any panic-stricken bridesmaid would do—she runs. Except her impromptu getaway lands her in a secluded cabin with none other than Tate Winchester, the most frustratingly gorgeous rancher in New Mexico.
Between her short fuse and his maddening smirk, neither of them expects sparks to fly. But one stormy night of forced proximity ignites a chemistry hotter than a desert sun.
And when Lani discovers **Tate is holding a secret that turns her world upside down—something he’s taken that she can’t get back—**she’s torn between giving him a piece of her mind and letting him claim another piece of her heart.
This runaway bridesmaid may have escaped the drama at the altar, but tangling with Tate brings a brand-new storm of romance, humor, and undeniable attraction.
💘 Sometimes, the biggest risk of all is daring to stay… and fighting for the chance to trust again.
🔥 Tropes You’ll Love:
✔ Enemies to Lovers
✔ Forced Proximity (One Cabin. One Bed. You know how it goes. 😉)
✔ Small-Town Romance
✔ Sassy Heroine Who’s Done Waiting
✔ Rugged Cowboy Who’s Terrible at Feelings
✔ Wedding Hijinks & Second Chances
✔ Emotional Angst With a Big, Swoony HEA
Excerpt:
Tate surfaced from sleep, the kind that was deep, warm, and filled with dreams that left a man sweating. The kind that came with low, breathy sighs and soft skin against his—too vivid to ignore.
He blinked into the dim light, reality settling in slow and heavy, and found himself in a situation he was completely unprepared for.
Lani was curled up against him, her head resting right over his heart, her body tucked in like she belonged there. Like they’d done this a thousand times before. Her breath was soft and warm against his chest, and the slow, steady rise and fall of her body pressed against his made it real damn hard to think about anything other than how good she felt.
His first instinct should have been to move—to shift her away, to remind himself that he was supposed to be the responsible one. But instead, he let himself have a moment. Just one. Because waking up with her in his arms was the kind of thing a man could get used to, and if he only had this moment, he was going to take it.
She smelled like warm vanilla and something softer—something undeniably Lani—and he wanted to bury his face in her hair just to breathe her in. Her curves fit against him like they’d been made to, the kind of fit that made his body tighten in a way he had absolutely no control over. He swallowed hard, dragging a hand over his face, willing himself to be decent, to be honorable. But when she sighed in her sleep and snuggled in closer, her knee sliding over his thigh, his restraint frayed at the edges.
He wasn’t going to seduce her. He shouldn’t—he wouldn’t.