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Read Online Books/Novels:Wicked Wedding (Left At The Altar #4)Author/Writer of Book/Novel:Sawyer BennettLanguage:EnglishISBN/ ASIN:B07F1PZQ1PBook Information:

It all started with a wedding"
Well, three weddings, to be exact. The one that happened, the one that went up in flames, and the one nobody saw coming.

Andrew Collings has seen a lot of things living in Vegas. Hell, he"s done a lot of things. But one thing he"s never witnessed is a beautiful brunette, hitchhiking her way into the city, wearing a wedding dress. Until now, that is.

Brynne Adams is running away from a broken heart. She expected a lot of things from her wedding day but finding photos of her fianc" and maid of honor and best man in a compromising position wasn"t one of them. She most certainly never imagined that she"d end up marrying the handsome stranger that rescued her from the side of the road that day.

Andrew and Brynne"s quick nuptials may have been the result of a drunken joke, but they soon realize that love can be found in the most unlikely of places if you just stop and take a chance.

* Wicked Wedding is the fourth book in the LEFT AT THE ALTAR series in a collaboration of six New York Times Bestselling Authors: J. S. Scott, Ruth Cardello, Raine Miller, Sawyer Bennett, Minx Malone, and Melody Anne.Books in Series:Left At The Altar Series by Sawyer BennettBooks by Author:Sawyer Bennett Books

CHAPTER 1

Andrew

Today my two best friends Dane and Avril got married and there"s no denying" that changes things. Of course, things really changed when the three of us entered into a three-way sexual relationship with each other. I mean, let"s be honest" the minute Avril started riding my cock while Dane fucked her in the ass threw our best-friend dynamics into disarray.

And yet, it changed again when I realized that my best buddy Dane and my sweetest girl Avril were falling in love with each other even as all three of us shared a bed. It was an erotic, wild ride I took with the two of them for several weeks, but I figured out quickly that Dane and Avril had something special together, so I had no choice but to back away.

Thank fuck the ties that bound our friendship since we were all freshman in college were strong enough to withstand everything that happened. Thank fuck times ten that my heart was able to withstand it.

If I thought I"d have any regrets or longings watching Avril enter the sanctuary in her white wedding dress, I"d be wrong. The day was utter perfection from the time her father walked her halfway down the aisle to me"and I then walked her the rest of the way to hand her off to Dane"to the beautiful vows they wrote and the celebratory reception after.

I threw the after-nuptials party but without any recrimination from Dane and Avril, I excused myself before they could get to the garter-throwing part. I didn"t want that shit getting anywhere near me because there was one other change that occurred throughout all of this.

I"d gone from the man who was a firm believer in true love to someone who didn"t think it was in the cards for me. I mean, I was the romantic out of the three of us. I was the one who always dreamed of marriage, kids, and a white picket fence. Dane was strictly into hedonism, and Avril was too practical when it came to love.

Throw in an extremely weird but very satisfying sexual m"nage for several weeks, and everything got reversed. Dane and Avril are now deeply in love in a committed relationship, and I"m now of the belief that true love isn"t on my horizon.

But that"s fine.

I have my work, which is important.

I have my health.

I have money. Loads of it.

And when I want to fuck, I now have a membership to The Wicked Horse, the premiere sex club in Las Vegas.

What more do I truly need"

I make my way out of the country club where the reception will be winding down soon. Dane and Avril have an early evening flight to Tokyo for their honeymoon. They said they plan to take two weeks, but I know them well. They"re workaholics, and I bet they"ll be back inside of seven days.

Ten, max.

While they"re gone, I"ll be in charge of Caterva, the multi-billion dollar biotech company Dane founded after we graduated college, and which Avril and I own a hefty amount of shares in. As the chief scientist, I oversee all research and lab-testing facilities in our quest to provide complex disease analysis from a single drop of blood. It"s absolutely revolutionary. Some would say miraculous. It"s also made us stinking, filthy rich, but that"s not what drives the three of us.

We do it to change the world.

In fact, I can think of nothing else other than going home, getting out of this tuxedo, and diving into some initial test reports of a new imaging cytometer we"re developing and hoping to patent soon. Or maybe I"ll take a quick run by The Wicked Horse. I haven"t fucked in a few weeks, and I"m getting tired of the relationship I"ve had with my hand.

Despite my immense wealth, I don"t care about losing cool points by firing up my plain gray Subaru. I live in an expensive condo just a few Vegas city blocks from Caterva, so I walk to work every day. I"ve had this crossover for almost three years now, and it barely has seven-thousand miles on it. As I make my way out of the burbs toward the city, I"ll add another fifteen miles to the odometer.

I head west into Vegas on NV 564, pulling my shade down to help shield my eyes from the glare of the setting sun. Even with my Ray-Bans on, the glare of the sun on bleached asphalt and desert sand causes my head to hurt. I glance down to my radio dial, moving it off the Foo Fighters and onto some Soundgarden. When I look back up, I do a double take thinking that perhaps I"m having my first desert mirage.

There" walking in the same direction as me on the shoulder of the highway is a woman"one in a full-length strapless wedding dress of brilliant white. She"s even wearing a veil attached to the back of her head, and it"s floating off to the right from a northerly breeze. Her dark hair is pulled into a loose bun with stray locks blowing in the same direction. More shocking than a bride in the middle of the desert is that she"s got her left arm out at an angle, hand fisted and thumb sticking straight up. Her other arm holds onto a satchel-like purse in a taupe color.

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