Second chances don’t come around often, especially not in a town known for its
scandals, and almost definitely not with the one that got away, but Morgan and
Charlie get theirs in Elley Arden’s latest Harmony Falls novel, MARRYING THE
WRONG MAN. Will they take the chance and make it work? This is a story that’ll
tug at the reader’s heartstrings!
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MARRYING THE WRONG MAN
by Elley Arden
Author Location:
Pittsburgh, PA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May12th, 2014
Word Count: 50,000words
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Format: Digital eBook
ISBN: 9781440579639
Synopsis: Morgan Parrish returns to Harmony Falls
after her spectacle of an almost wedding and her father’s colossal fall from
grace. She’s broke and infamous. But that’s nothing compared to the secret
she’s been keeping.
Life is finally on the upswing for Charlie
Cramer. He’s sober and chef of Chargrilled Bistro. But his peace is shattered,
when the woman he loves—the woman who left him—shows up in town with shocking
cargo: the baby he’d begged her to keep and raise with him.
When fate steps in and Morgan takes a job
working in Charlie’s bistro, things heat up—in and out of the kitchen. Can they
learn to trust each other enough to love again? And is that love enough to keep
them up when everyone else is trying to tear them down?
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MARRYING THE WRONG MAN to your TBR pile on Goodreads!
Other books in the Harmony Falls
series:
BATTLING THE BEST MAN:
CRASHING THE CONGRESSMAN'S WEDDING:
Elley Arden is a born
and bred Pennsylvanian who has lived as far west as Utah and as far north as
Wisconsin. She drinks wine like it’s water (a slight exaggeration), prefers a
night at the ballpark to a night on the town, and believes almond English
toffee is the key to happiness.
Elley writes provocative, emotional, contemporary romances, where Mr. Not-My-Type ends up being Mr. Right.
Elley writes provocative, emotional, contemporary romances, where Mr. Not-My-Type ends up being Mr. Right.
Excerpt:
Unfinished business
A
few seconds later, Charlie heard a door click open and the words, “Good luck to
you.”
He
met Bryce’s wide eyes as the man exited his office with a woman behind him.
Charlie’s heart hammered against his rib cage. She wore her dark hair in a
ponytail—something Morgan never did—and the baggy sweatshirt was wrong, too.
But he’d have known that face anywhere.
Her
mouth opened when she saw him. Maybe his did, too. He was so numb he couldn’t
feel a damn thing except the vicious thrashing in his chest.
“Well,
well, Charlie Cramer, isn’t this a surprise?” Bryce grinned. “I’ll be right
with you.”
Morgan
stepped toward Charlie, looking different enough he couldn’t help but stare. It
took him a few seconds to realize she wasn’t wearing makeup—not a stitch. For a
woman who used to leave smudges of color on his white T-shirts after a hug, it
was a shocking change. Was she sick? He used to pray she’d pay for agreeing to
that wedding her father wanted and choosing Justin over him, then leaving town
the minute they actually got their chance to be together. But he didn’t want
her to be ill.
“Charlie,”
she rasped. “I’m … ” her mouth closed, and he watched the muscles of her throat
move as she swallowed, “visiting my aunt.”
Which
was weird, too. The high and mighty Parrishes had stayed far away from Kitty’s
reclusive sister, Phyllis.
“5w20,”
Roberta said. Her voice ended in a whoop, and the plastic container thudded
loudly on the counter.
He
might have things to say to Morgan, but he wasn’t going to say them here in
front of an eager audience.
Reaching
into his back pocket, he grabbed his wallet and tossed a twenty onto the
counter. “Thanks, Roberta.”
“I’m
going to call you,” Morgan said.
Charlie
clenched his jaw. Two years too late. He gave Morgan a curt nod but otherwise
stood stock still until she and Bryce left the building.
“I
should’ve warned you.” Roberta handed him his change. “I was hoping they’d stay
in the office long enough for you to get out without seeing her. It must be
hard. Is that the first time you’ve seen her since she left town? ”
Charlie’s
nostrils flared. He didn’t like to share details about his life or talk about
his feelings with people close to him. He sure as hell wasn’t going down that
road with an auto parts store cashier. Small towns. These people needed to mind
their own business.
A
growl caught in the back of his throat as he retreated.
It
wasn’t until he stepped out of the building, clutching the quart of oil, that
his head cleared enough to go on the attack again. Phone call, my ass. He
wasn’t waiting around to hear from her.
Charlie
jumped into his truck and headed for Phyllis Marion’s farmhouse. They had
unfinished business.
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