Nicola Marsh - Wedding Date with Mr Wrong

The one who got away is back...and as bad as ever!

Callie Umberto has had enough of dating disasters after the holiday fling of a lifetime ended abruptly and she swore off men for good.

Now her ex-flame is back in her life. Pro surfer Archer Flett might be as gorgeous as always, but his commitment phobia is just as active. She must be out of her mind to agree to be his date for his brother’s wedding! But there’s something about Archer that has always tempted Callie to throw caution to the wind....

“I need to ask you a favor.”

“What is it?”

Now or never. “My youngest brother, Travis, is getting married Christmas Eve and I’d like you to be my date.”

She stared at him in open-mouthed shock, her soda can paused halfway to her lips.

“You’re asking me to be your date?”

She made it sound as though he’d asked her to swim naked in a sea full of ravenous sharks.

“Is it that much of a hardship to be my date for an evening?”

“Considering I don’t know you anymore, yeah.”

“Easily rectified.”

Before he could second-guess the impulse, he leaned across and kissed her.

It was nothing like his reckless, prove-a-point kiss in the car. This time it just felt right.

Dear Reader,

Ever experienced the thrill of a holiday romance? The carefree, live-in-the-moment attitude? The buzz of falling for someone quickly? The rush of squeezing in so many lush experiences into the limited time you have?

There’s something infinitely appealing about falling head over heels while on holiday: living for today with no thought for tomorrow. It’s truly exciting!

I wanted to recreate that tummy-tingling vibe, so Archer and Callie were born. Their week in Capri was magical, before circumstances and choices tore them apart. So what happens when two people who were meant for each other reunite eight years later?

I hope you’ll have a ball discovering how a holiday fling may just lead to a happily ever after...

Happy reading,

Nicola

Wedding Date with Mr. Wrong

Nicola Marsh

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Nicola Marsh has always had a passion for writing and reading. As a youngster she devoured books when she should have been sleeping, and later kept a diary, which could be an epic in itself! These days, when she’s not enjoying life with her husband and son in her home city of Melbourne, she’s at her computer doing her dream job: creating the romances she loves.

Visit Nicola’s website, www.nicolamarsh.com, for the latest news of her books.

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Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

EPILOGUE

EXCERPT

CHAPTER ONE

‘IF you mention weddings or tinsel or Secret Santa one more time I’m going to ram this wax down your throat.’

Archer Flett brandished his number-one-selling surfboard wax at his younger brother, Travis, who grinned and snatched the wax out of his hand.

‘Resist all you like, bro, you know you’re fighting a losing battle.’ Trav smirked and rubbed a spot he’d missed on his prized board.

When it came to his family it always felt as if Archer was fighting a losing battle.

Despite making inroads with his brothers Tom and Trav, nothing had changed with his parents over the years—his dad in particular. That was why coming home for his yearly obligatory Christmas visit set him on edge. And why he rarely stuck around more than a few days.

This year would be no exception, despite Travis turning into a romantic schmuck.

‘What were you thinking?’ Archer stuck his board vertically in the sand and leaned on it. ‘A Christmas wedding? Could you get any cheesier?’

His brother’s eyes glazed over and Archer braced for some more claptrap involving his fiancée. ‘Shelly wanted to be a Christmas bride and we saw no point in waiting.’

Archer placed his thumb in the middle of Trav’s forehead and pushed. ‘You’re under this already. You know that, right?’

‘We’re in love.’

As if that excused his brother’s sappy behaviour.

The Fletts were third-generation Torquay inhabitants, so he could just imagine the shindig his parents would throw for the wedding. The entire town would turn up.

Christmas and a wedding at home. A combination guaranteed to make him run as soon as the cake had been cut.

‘You’re too young to get married.’ Archer glared at the sibling who’d tagged after him for years, pestering him to surf.

He’d spent the bulk of the last eight years away from home and in that time Travis had morphed from gangly kid to lean and mean. Heavy on the lean, light on the mean. Trav didn’t have a nasty bone in his body, and the fact he was marrying at twenty-two didn’t surprise Archer.

Trav was a marshmallow, and while Shelly seemed like a nice girl he couldn’t imagine anything worse than being shackled to one person at such a young age.

Hell, at twenty-two he’d been travelling the world, surfing the hotspots, dating extensively and trying to put his folks’ deception out of his mind.

A memory he’d long suppressed shimmered into his subconscious. South coast of Italy. Capri. Long hot nights filled with laughter and passion and heat.

Annoyingly, whenever anyone he knew was loco enough to tie the knot his mind drifted to Callie.

‘So who’re you bringing to the wedding?’ Travis wrinkled his nose. ‘Another of those high-maintenance city chicks you always bring home at Christmas?’

Archer chose those dates for a reason: women who demanded all his attention, so he didn’t have time left over to spend one-on-one with his folks.

He’d honed avoidance to an art, ensuring he didn’t say things he might regret. Like why the hell they hadn’t trusted him to rally around all those years ago.

He wasn’t the flighty, carefree surfer dude they’d assumed him to be and he’d prove it this trip. He hoped the surf school he’d developed would show them the type of guy he was—the type of guy he wanted to be.

‘Leave my date to me.’ He wriggled his board out of the sand and tucked it under his arm. ‘Planning on standing here all day, gossiping like an old woman? Or are you going to back up some of your big talk by showing me a few moves out there?’

Trav cocked his thumb and forefinger and fired at him. ‘I’m going to surf your show-pony ass into oblivion.’

‘Like to see you try, pretty boy.’

Archer took off at a run, enjoying the hot sand beneath his feet, the wind buffeting his face, before he hit the water’s edge. He lay prone on his board, the icy chill of Bell’s Beach washing over him as the lure of the waves took hold. He’d never felt so alive. When he was in the ocean he came home.

The ocean was reliable and constant—two things he valued. Two things his parents didn’t credit him as being.