The Wedding Pact by Katee Robert




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by Katee Robert

Carrigan O’Malley has fallen in love with family enemy #1, James Halloran and he has absolutely no

intention of letting her get away.  THE WEDDING PACT is the second book in a smoking-hot series about

the O’Malleys—wealthy, powerful, and full of scandalous family secrets from New York Times Bestseller

Katee Robert and Forever Romance.

Series: The O’Malley Series #2

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 26, 2016

Publisher: Grand Central Publishing- Forever


Carrigan O’Malley has always known her arranged marriage would be more about power and prestige

than passion. But after one taste of the hard-bodied, whiskey-voiced James Halloran, she’s ruined for

anyone else. Too bad James and his family are enemy number 1.

Hallorans vs. O’Malleys—that’s how it’s always been. James should be thinking more about how to

expand his family’s empire instead of how silky Carrigan’s skin is against his and how he can next get her

into his bed. Those are dangerous thoughts. But not nearly as dangerous as he’ll be if he can’t get what he

wants: Carrigan by his side for the rest of their lives.

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Meet the O’Malley family in book one of the O’Malley series, The Marriage Contract:

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“What are you wearing?”

A pause, as if she’d shocked him. “You’re hitting on me.”

“Are you complaining?” She twisted around in her chair and stared into the mirror on

the wall across from her. When he didn’t immediately respond, she kept going. The only

alternative was to back down, and Carrigan was so goddamn tired of backing down. The only

reason she kept taking James’s calls was because of the distraction he offered her. If he wasn’t

going to play, there was no reason for her to stay on the phone.

She really wanted him to stay on the phone. “Shy? That’s okay, I’ll go first. I’m wearing a

thin white tank top and a pair of black panties.” She was a liar, but it would take all of five

seconds to make it the truth.

“Lovely, you’re testing me.” His voice gained an edge.

Good. At least someone was feeling as out of control as she was. “I suppose you’d like

photographic proof.” She stood and shimmied out of her long skirt, and then pinned the phone

between her ear and shoulder while she unhooked her bra and took it off. “Hold, please.”

Ignoring his cursing, she adjusted her angle so he would have to be blind to miss the

faint outline of her nipples against the fabric of her tank top, and snapped a picture. She knew

she was playing with fire. Good lord, of course she knew. But she wasn’t about to stop. She

grinned as she sent the picture.

Carrigan put the phone back to her ear in time to hear his sharp inhale. “Your turn.” She

held her breath, waiting to see if he’d actually do it. Receiving pictures was one thing. Putting

them out in the world was entirely another. Really, she shouldn’t have taken the risk in the first

place. There was no telling what he would do with them—they might show up on the Internet.

Then who would want to marry her?

Funny, but the idea of countless men checking out her rack didn’t bother her nearly as

much if it meant she dodged the marriage bullet. The shame on her family might be enough

that her father would send her away permanently. She’d like to spend some time in New York

or LA or even New Orleans. Maybe Rome or Paris or Tokyo. The world was so damn big and

she’d only seen a little slice of it.

Her phone beeped, pulling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the picture he’d sent

and started to shake. Oh my God. James was shirtless, wearing only those goddamn jeans she

couldn’t seem to get enough of. And they were unbuttoned—a clear invitation if she ever saw

one. An invitation she desperately wanted to accept. “Damn, James. Somebody taught you how

to selfie.”

“Maybe I’m a natural.” His voice was little more than a growl. “You started this, lovely.

Tell me what’s next.”

The strange mix of command and handing her the reins got her head back in the game.

She walked over to her bed and climbed onto it, trying to ignore the trembling in her legs. She

could be in charge. She wanted to be. “I’m lying on my bed.”

“What color are the sheets?”

The question seemed to carry far more import than it should. “White.”

“They don’t suit you. Red is your color. Go on.” He sounded so damn imperial, as if he

actually knew her. He didn’t. No one did, really. She wore so many masks, sometimes she

worried she’d forget the woman at the center of them all.

But this time he was right. She would have chosen red for herself.

Carrigan put the thought away and focused on the now. “You talk too much.”

“My mistake.” He didn’t sound the least bit sorry. Good. She wasn’t, either. “How do

you want it, lovely? Rough, I’d bet. You’re not fucking breakable, and I think you love to be

reminded of that fact.” Something rustled on his end of the line. “Close your eyes.”

She obeyed without thinking, and then instantly snapped them open. “I thought I was in


“You let me know if I get something wrong.” His laugh told her how unlikely he found

the possibility.


About Katee Robert:

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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her

grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not writing sexy

contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing imaginary games with

her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie

apocalypse. Connect with Katee at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads | Instagram | Tumblr |




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