The Hating Game meets One Plus One by JoJo Moyes in The Invitation, a slow burn, heated, emotional standalone from #1 New York Times bestseller, Vi Keeland.
The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. Iâd received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city.
Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man Iâd ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts.
I knew it wasnât a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time.
Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasnât who Iâd said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadnât actually been addressed to meâit was sent to my ex-roommate whoâd bounced a check for two monthsâ rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding.
Once caught, I couldnât get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I mightâve plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail.
Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the blockâbut at least Iâd escaped unscathed.
Or so I thought.
Until I realized Iâd left my cell phone behind at the table.
Take one guess who found it?
This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, itâs only the tip of the iceberg.
At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.
The Hating Game meets One Plus One by JoJo Moyes in The Invitation, a slow burn, heated, emotional standalone from #1 New York Times bestseller, Vi Keeland.
The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. Iâd received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city.
Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man Iâd ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts.
I knew it wasnât a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time.
Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasnât who Iâd said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadnât actually been addressed to meâit was sent to my ex-roommate whoâd bounced a check for two monthsâ rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding.
Once caught, I couldnât get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I mightâve plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail.
Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the blockâbut at least Iâd escaped unscathed.
Or so I thought.
Until I realized Iâd left my cell phone behind at the table.
Take one guess who found it?
This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, itâs only the tip of the iceberg.
At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.