A bottle of tequila

10 lime wedges

1 sexy blonde

Add in a crazy Vegas weekend

Lick and Swallow.

What do you get? A recipe for disaster.

Titan

Last night I got married.

I think.

I’m not exactly sure.

I was drunk off my ass, so it’s not exactly crystal clear.

But, I woke up with a ring on my finger, a marriage certificate, and a sneaking suspicion I had a wild wedding night.

Oh, and a bride who is long gone.

Apparently, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay here. Sometimes it takes off running.

But a runaway bride is the least of my problems.

Now I’m chasing after my runaway bride with divorce on my mind.

What could go wrong?

Besides everything.

This is book 3 in the series, but is self-contained and can be read as a standalone.

HEA inside and absolutely no cheating of any kind.

Even my hair.

Definitely had too much to drink. The second thing I notice is I’m not in my one-room apartment, lying on my broken-down, never comfortable, probably ruining my back forever, futon.

I’m in a bed. A really soft bed. I’m also in what appears to be a very fancy room. A room with entirely too much sunshine coming in through the windows. My gaze immediately goes to the open glass doors that lead out to a balcony. When I look around I can see I’m not only in a strange hotel room, I’m in one that costs bank.

Lots of bank.

Then, I just happen to notice the crumpled wedding dress on the concrete floor of the balcony.

That’s when panic begins, as memories flood through my mind.

Memories of the night before.

Of course, it might not be the crumpled dress that brings those back quite as much as the huge leg—not that leg—wrapped over mine, the arm currently wrapped across my stomach and the third leg—yes, that “leg”—pushing against my ass.

I look down at the milk chocolate beast of an arm and I swear the female bits between my legs tingle as memories of the night before flood through me. Memories of… Titan. I have the strongest urge to wiggle against the semi-aroused cock pressing against my ass, but I don’t. I hold myself really still.

Because I’m in the middle of the biggest panic attack ever.

I can’t remember all of what I did last night. It’s a blur of devil’s juice, eating the worm—disgusting, by the way, and I may never drink tequila again—and sex… so much sex.

Sex everywhere. Bed, floor, shower, closet—don’t ask—and against the wall. Sex against the floor-to-ceiling window with my ass mooning the strip, but… sex on that balcony after I was stripped of my wedding dress is the one that sticks in my mind. Sex where I hung over the concrete balcony screaming, “Fuck me, harder, Big Daddy,” while Titan did indeed fuck me harder for everyone and anyone to see. There are other balconies close by. I can’t be entirely sure who saw us… or who we may have scarred forever.

Because, let’s face it, sex in real life is never like the porn movies.

I slide out of the bed an inch at a time—panic making my heart slam against my chest so loud I want to cry, because my head hurts like hell. Titan grumbles but flops over on his back, still asleep. I stand there looking down at him and I can’t move.

He’s that beautiful.

His arms are slung out on each side of him, his head turned to the side, his well-trimmed goatee and beautiful, thick lips making my knees weak. The sheet is tangled in his feet and his dick is obviously alert, even if the rest of him isn’t.

The sight of his dick makes me glad I was drunk last night.

Lord have mercy on me, a poor sinner girl… He’s huge. I take a step toward it before I can stop myself. It’s bobbing up in the air like it’s nodding at me. It’s wide, as in—thick as hell. How many women has this man sent running from the room in fear—that kind of thick. I’ve seen a few dicks—I’m not a whore or anything—not counting last night—but I have, and this one is in a class all by itself. And he’s long. I don’t have a tape measure on hand, and I wouldn’t risk waking Titan up for it, but this man could be the pink unicorn of dicks. He could actually be a foot long. He might not be, but it would not surprise me. I back away when Titan grunts in his sleep. Each step I take hurts, only adding credence to Titan’s dick. Damn, I might not walk right for a month.

I run bare-ass naked to the balcony. It’s early, the sun is shining, but the Vegas heat hasn’t raised its evil head yet. I’m definitely going to have to soak my poor abused body soon, however. I can feel where Titan has drilled—so to speak—with each step. I grab the wedding dress and step into it, trying to remain bent over so I cover my body. I might not have been shy last night in my tequila haze, but I don’t have that luxury today. I shove my hands through the dress, rising up so I can zip it—when I hear a throat clearing. I look behind me and see a man standing on a balcony behind me, grinning.

He’s older, as in probably Uncle Jansen’s age, and he’s wearing a cowboy hat. He’s sexy, but not my style.

“Morning,” he smirks, his Texan accent strong.

I give him a tight smile over my shoulder and then reach behind me to zip up the dress and hide my ass from the guy—even if it is a little too late. Walking back into the room, I look around for my shoes. I see some empty condom wrappers—thank you Jesus! I also see an empty bottle of tequila and Titan’s clothes.

Titan Marsh… pro football player, a hell of a good time in bed, and … my husband.

That last part makes me cringe. I don’t want a husband. He didn’t want a wife. We discussed that numerous times while drinking tequila and gambling the night away. How we ended up in that all-night Elvis wedding chapel, I don’t remember exactly. But I clearly remember saying “I do” and twirling my hips like Elvis when he proclaimed us husband and wife. I also remember turning to Titan and demanding—in my best Meg Ryan voice—to take me to bed or lose me forever.

He did take me to bed, but he didn’t get the whole Top Gun reference. I get the feeling Titan isn’t a big movie buff.

I look around for a few more minutes and pick up my veil, looking at the white converse tennis shoes and frowning. I wore tennis shoes to my wedding?

Whatever.

I put them on and lace them up quickly. Just as I’m heading out the door, I find a blue flowered garter. It’s on the entry table. I pick it up and start to stuff it into my pocket, but the dress doesn’t have pockets.

I look back at Titan and then down to the gold band on my hand. I walk back toward him, still feeling him between my legs with each step I make. I clutch the garter tightly in my hand. As I look down at the sleeping man, with the dick that apparently never sleeps, I only know one thing. I don’t want to be married.

He’s damn good in bed, though.

Decision made, I toss my garter toward his dick. It snags on the wide head, and lands at an angle. Titan’s hand comes down and he cups his balls before scratching them. I watch, my mouth falling open and my eyes widening in shock.

When the garter decides to fall down the long shaft of his dick I have to fight back a giggle. Then I hightail it out of the room. I don’t stop to think, I don’t stop to take in the strange stares I’m getting from the people in the elevator or in the lobby. I head straight for the door.

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.

A bottle of tequila

10 lime wedges

1 sexy blonde

Add in a crazy Vegas weekend

Lick and Swallow.

What do you get? A recipe for disaster.

Titan

Last night I got married.

I think.

I’m not exactly sure.

I was drunk off my ass, so it’s not exactly crystal clear.

But, I woke up with a ring on my finger, a marriage certificate, and a sneaking suspicion I had a wild wedding night.

Oh, and a bride who is long gone.

Apparently, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay here. Sometimes it takes off running.

But a runaway bride is the least of my problems.

Now I’m chasing after my runaway bride with divorce on my mind.

What could go wrong?

Besides everything.

This is book 3 in the series, but is self-contained and can be read as a standalone.

HEA inside and absolutely no cheating of any kind.

FaithI whimper when the damn ping of my phone won’t hush. I squint, opening one eye—and one eye only.Sweet Jesus on a turnip truck, I drank way too much last night. I warned Hope I didn’t do weddings. I hate them. She was in Vegas, everyone knows you do the deed at a quicky drive-thru chapel somewhere and get it done—if you are ever crazy enough to say “I do.”

I won’t… ever.

Slowly the room begins to come into a focus… it’s a blurry focus, but still.

The first thing I notice is everything hurts.

Even my hair.

Definitely had too much to drink. The second thing I notice is I’m not in my one-room apartment, lying on my broken-down, never comfortable, probably ruining my back forever, futon.

I’m in a bed. A really soft bed. I’m also in what appears to be a very fancy room. A room with entirely too much sunshine coming in through the windows. My gaze immediately goes to the open glass doors that lead out to a balcony. When I look around I can see I’m not only in a strange hotel room, I’m in one that costs bank.

Lots of bank.

Then, I just happen to notice the crumpled wedding dress on the concrete floor of the balcony.

That’s when panic begins, as memories flood through my mind.

Memories of the night before.

Of course, it might not be the crumpled dress that brings those back quite as much as the huge leg—not that leg—wrapped over mine, the arm currently wrapped across my stomach and the third leg—yes, that “leg”—pushing against my ass.

I look down at the milk chocolate beast of an arm and I swear the female bits between my legs tingle as memories of the night before flood through me. Memories of… Titan. I have the strongest urge to wiggle against the semi-aroused cock pressing against my ass, but I don’t. I hold myself really still.

Because I’m in the middle of the biggest panic attack ever.

I can’t remember all of what I did last night. It’s a blur of devil’s juice, eating the worm—disgusting, by the way, and I may never drink tequila again—and sex… so much sex.

Sex everywhere. Bed, floor, shower, closet—don’t ask—and against the wall. Sex against the floor-to-ceiling window with my ass mooning the strip, but… sex on that balcony after I was stripped of my wedding dress is the one that sticks in my mind. Sex where I hung over the concrete balcony screaming, “Fuck me, harder, Big Daddy,” while Titan did indeed fuck me harder for everyone and anyone to see. There are other balconies close by. I can’t be entirely sure who saw us… or who we may have scarred forever.

Because, let’s face it, sex in real life is never like the porn movies.

I slide out of the bed an inch at a time—panic making my heart slam against my chest so loud I want to cry, because my head hurts like hell. Titan grumbles but flops over on his back, still asleep. I stand there looking down at him and I can’t move.

He’s that beautiful.

Absolutely amazing! The right book if you could use a little time off reading a romantic comedy, sometimes a little bit crazy and surreal, but so much fun to read and so hot.

I knew Jordan Marie for her MC romances, they are one of my favorite stories right now, and finding out she had ventured into something so different has intrigued me a lot.

“Taking it Slow” is the third book in the Doing Bad Things series, but it can be read as a standalone, and the protagonists of this story are Titan and Faith, and actually her whole crazy family.

I already knew the saying: “what happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas”, but in this case I think I can say things didn’t go just like that between Titan and Faith.

Let’s say this time “the one” that happened, thought to run fast, away from Las Vegas. But let’s go back.

Titan and Faith spend a night together, after drinking a little too much they end up getting married, so far nothing new since we are in Las Vegas.

What is totally unexpected is Faith’s runaway after discovering what happened. Although Titan is a beautiful man, despite being terribly hot and very gifted – because we absolutely can say that – and also very, very good and “creative” in the sack, Faith doesn’t want to know anything about marriage.

Not that Titan is enthusiastic about it as well, he had already planned his future differently, but Faith’s arrival in his life is like a real tornado that upsets everything. So Titan, even a little wounded in his alpha male pride, gets on the trail of his runaway bride, to get the annulment of their marriage.

When he finds her, Faith wants to get rid of him by all means, surprising Titan again. She’s really unpredictable and fierce, smart and sassy and their banters are fun and paradoxical given the whole situation. It comes out also Titan’s caveman mood and together they are really explosive.

All the other characters in the novel, together with them, make all situations funny.

When Titan discovers that maybe Faith is the best thing that has ever happened in his life, the only person who tries to help him is the aunt of the girl, an unconventional, batshit crazy woman.

I really enjoyed this story, devouring the pages to find out how it would end up between them, and if you want to relax and have fun I recommend it!

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.

Una bottiglia di tequila 10 spicchi di limone 1 bionda sexy Aggiungete un folle weekend a Las Vegas.

Leccate e mandate giù. Cosa ottenete? La ricetta per un disastro.

Titan

La notte scorsa mi sono sposato Credo. Non ne sono esattamente certo. Ero completamente ubriaco, così non è esattamente chiaro. Ma, mi sono svegliato con un anello al dito, un certificato di matrimonio e il sottile sospetto di avere trascorso una notte selvaggia. Oh, e la sposa che se n’è andata.

Apparentemente, quello che succede in Las Vegas non rimane sempre qui. A volte scappa via. Ma una moglie fuggitiva è l’ultimo dei miei problemi. Adesso sto dando la caccia alla mia moglie in fuga con il pensiero del divorzio per la testa. Cosa potrebbe andare storto? Praticamente tutto.

Assolutamente fantastico! Il libro giusto per staccare un po’ la spina leggendo una romantic comedy, a volte un po’ assurda e surreale, ma divertente e molto sexy. Conoscevo Jordan Marie per i suoi MC romance, sono una delle mie letture preferite in questo momento e scoprire che si era cimentata in qualcosa di così diverso mi ha incuriosito molto. “Taking it Slow” è il terzo libro della serie Doing Bad Things, ma può essere letto come romanzo autoconclusivo, e i protagonisti di questa storia sono Titan e Faith, ma in realtà anche l’intera folle famiglia di lei. Oramai ho imparato un detto diffuso negli Stati Uniti: “quello che succede a Las Vegas, rimane a Las Vegas”, ma in questo caso penso di poter dire che le cose non siano andate proprio così tra Titan e Faith. Diciamo che questa volta “quello” che è successo, ha pensato bene di scappare a gambe levate da Las Vegas. Ma torniamo indietro. Titan e Faith trascorrono insieme la nottata, dopo aver bevuto un po’ troppo finiscono per ritrovarsi sposati, fin qui niente di nuovo visto che siamo a Las Vegas. Quella che è del tutto inaspettata è la fuga di Faith dopo aver scoperto quello che è successo. Nonostante Titan sia un uomo bellissimo, nonostante sia terribilmente hot e molto dotato – perché diciamolo lo è – e sia pure molto, molto bravo e “creativo” a letto, Faith di questo matrimonio non ne vuole proprio sapere. Non che Titan ne sia proprio entusiasta pure lui, anche lui aveva già programmato il suo futuro in modo diverso, ma l’arrivo di Faith nella sua vita è come un vero e proprio tornado che sconvolge tutto. Così Titan, anche un po’ ferito nel suo orgoglio di maschio alpha, si mette sulle tracce della fuggitiva di persona, per ottenere l’annullamento del loro matrimonio. Quando ritrova la sua sposa, Faith ne combina e dice di tutti i colori per liberarsi di lui, e con tutto intendo proprio di tutto, sorprendendo un’altra volta Titan. È veramente imprevedibile e agguerrita, i loro scambi di battute sono divertenti e paradossali vista tutta la situazione. Viene fuori un po’ il lato di Titan da uomo delle caverne e insieme sono una coppia davvero esplosiva. Non solo loro, ma anche tutti gli altri personaggi presenti nel romanzo rendono tutte le situazioni, estrose e divertenti. Quando Titan scopre che forse Faith è la cosa migliore che gli sia capitata nella vita, l’unica persona che prova a dargli una mano è la zia della ragazza, una donna anticonvenzionale, per non dire matta come un cavallo. Mi sono veramente goduta questa storia, divorando le pagine per scoprire come sarebbe andata a finire tra loro due. Se non si è capito questa storia mi è piaciuta molto e se vi volete rilassare e divertire ve la consiglio!

Recensione:

A bottle of tequila

10 lime wedges

1 sexy blonde

Add in a crazy Vegas weekend

Lick and Swallow.

What do you get? A recipe for disaster.

Titan

Last night I got married.

I think.

I’m not exactly sure.

I was drunk off my ass, so it’s not exactly crystal clear.

But, I woke up with a ring on my finger, a marriage certificate, and a sneaking suspicion I had a wild wedding night.

Oh, and a bride who is long gone.

Apparently, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay here. Sometimes it takes off running.

But a runaway bride is the least of my problems.

Now I’m chasing after my runaway bride with divorce on my mind.

What could go wrong?

Besides everything.

This is book 3 in the series, but is self-contained and can be read as a standalone.

HEA inside and absolutely no cheating of any kind.

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER. USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter (or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.