Drunk in Love
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
DRUNK IN LOVE
A Wedding Anthology of Sweet and Steamy Romantic Short Stories
Kristen Luciani
A. D. Justice
A. M. Johnson
Amy Daws
Carey Heywood
Elle Brooks
Isabelle Richards
J. D. Hollyfield
Jeannine Colette
Kandi Steiner
Kathryn Andrews
Katy Regnery
Liv Morris
Mariah Dietz
M. D. Saperstein
Meghan Quinn
Melissa Collins
M J Fields
Ryan Ringbloom
Tori Madison
Contents
FOREWORD
SEX, LIES, AND WEDDING BELLS
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
3. CHAPTER THREE
4. CHAPTER FOUR
ABOUT KRISTEN LUCIANI
ENTICE
1. THE CONFESSION
2. STEP 1: THE WEDDING RINGS
3. STEP 2: THE MARRIAGE LICENSE
4. STEP 3: THE DRESS
5. STEP 4: THE CAKE
6. STEP 5: THE REHEARSAL
7. STEP 6: CONSUMMATE THE MARRIAGE
8. STEP 7: BREAK THE NEWS
9. THE DISAPPEARING BRIDE
ABOUT A.D. JUSTICE
THIRTEEN WEDDINGS AND ONE DRESS LATER
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
3. CHAPTER THREE
4. CHAPTER FOUR
ABOUT THE A.M. JOHNSON
A PERFECT MOMENT
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
3. CHAPTER THREE
4. CHAPTER FOUR
5. CHAPTER FIVE
ABOUT AMY DAWS
CHANGE OF HEART
1. CHAPTER ONE
ABOUT CAREY HEYWOOD
RESCUE ME
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
ABOUT ELLE BROOKS
YOU’RE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE WEDDING FROM HELL
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. FOUR MONTHS BEFORE THE WEDDING
3. TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE WEDDING
4. TWO WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING
5. WEDDING DAY
6. ONE WEEK LATER
ABOUT ISABELLE RICHARDS
CHICKS, MAN
1. KIPLEY AND STACEY’S WEDDING DAY
2. THE RECEPTION
3. TRICKED
ABOUT J.D. HOLLYFIELD
ECLIPSE OF THE HEART
1. THE ENGAGEMENT PARTY
2. THE REUNION
3. THE BENTLEY
4. THE PROPOSAL
ABOUT JEANNINE COLETTE
SAY YOU DON’T
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
ABOUT KANDI STEINER
CHASING CLOUDS
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. TO BE CONTINUED…
ABOUT KATHRYN ANDREWS
BY TOMORROW
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
3. CHAPTER THREE
4. CHAPTER FOUR
ABOUT KATY REGNERY
BEGINNER’S LUCK
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
3. CHAPTER THREE
ABOUT LIV MORRIS
VIVA LAS VEGAS
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
3. CHAPTER THREE
4. CHAPTER FOUR
5. CHAPTER FIVE
ABOUT MARIAH DIETZ
ONE AND DONE
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
3. CHAPTER THREE
4. CHAPTER FOUR
ABOUT M.D. SAPERSTEIN
FUNYUNS AND I DOS
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
ABOUT MEGHAN QUINN
STRIPPED BARE
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
3. CHAPTER THREE
4. CHAPTER FOUR
5. CHAPTER FIVE
ABOUT MELISSA COLLINS
A KINKY KIND OF LOVE
1. BOY, DO I HAVE A STORY FOR YOU…
2. HE DOESN’T PLAY FAIR, SO NEITHER WILL I.
3. TO FUCK OR NOT TO FUCK
4. INFURIATINGLY PUR-FECT
5. I GOT YOUR BITCH
6. DRESS SHOPPING
7. TITS
8. SPA DAY
9. MY TOOL
EPILOGUE
ABOUT MJ FIELDS
THE TWO-NIGHT ONE-NIGHT THREE-WAY
1. DRUNK IN LUST
2. THE PANIC ROOM
3. PAY THE LADY
ABOUT RYAN RINGBLOOM
THE AFTER PARTY
1. CHAPTER ONE
2. CHAPTER TWO
ABOUT TORI MADISON
AFTERWORD
DRUNK IN LOVE.
Copyright © 2017 by Kristen Luciani, A.D. Justice, A.M. Johnson, Amy Daws, Carey Heywood, Elle Brooks, Isabelle Richards, J.D. Hollyfield, Jeannine Colette Kandi Steiner, Kathryn Andrews, Katy Regnery, Liv Morris, Mariah Dietz, M.D. Saperstein, Meghan Quinn, Melissa Collins, MJ Fields, Ryan Ringbloom, Tori Madison
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Printed in the United States of America
First Printing, March 2017
ISBN-13: 978-0-9907575-8-0
ISBN-10: 0-9907575-8-7
ISBN: 978-0-9907575-8-0
FOREWORD
When the idea for this project first b
lossomed in the Spring of 2016, I was ecstatic to take part in it. What could be better than working to raise money for St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital with some of the most amazing women that I know?! Author Kristen Luciani has been an incredible partner on this project, and I am so proud to have had this opportunity.
The mission of St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital is to advance cures, and means of prevention, for pediatric catastrophic diseases through research and treatment. And even with daily operating costs of $2 million per day, patient families never receive a single bill. This is consistent with founder Danny Thomas's vision - that no child is denied treatment based on race, religion, or a family's ability to pay.
All of the authors participating in Drunk In Love have been working tirelessly on these stories for a unified cause. Coming together in this way can be complicated and exhausting, but they have made it happen. It has been fun, heartwarming, and inspiring to work with these women. They put their heart and soul into each paragraph, chapter, and book that they have written, so to have them volunteer their time for us makes my heart swell.
What you are about to embark on is a journey of love, laughter, angst, and maybe even some tears. 100% of all digital proceeds from the sale of the Drunk In Love Anthology will be directly donated to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. There is something here for everyone, so spread the word and let’s make magic happen!
For more information on supporting St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital please visit https://www.stjude.org/about-st-jude/why-support-st-jude.html
With love,
~Jesey, Schmexy Girl Book Blog
SEX, LIES, AND WEDDING BELLS
Kristen Luciani
1
CHAPTER ONE
I crack open my eyes. Sunlight slithers into the room through the sheer curtains, blinding me. Everything is blurry and foggy, and it feels like someone has taken a tire iron to my head. My iPhone alarm blares from the nightstand, but the noise is blunted by the throbbing between my temples.
I shift under the bed sheet, running my hands over the Egyptian cotton. Twelve hundred thread count. Pure luxury. It was a shame I’d been too inebriated last night to enjoy my surroundings, and now all I want to do is shove my head in a toilet bowl… for multiple reasons.
“Morning, beautiful.”
A low, gravelly voice approaching my ear sends chills shimmying down my spine. Even in my current state, I welcome the idea of having Jeff’s taut body sprawled on top of me again, feeling his magical fingers exploring every orifice, experiencing his hot, hungry tongue tasting me from head to toe—
“That alarm of yours has been going off for about ten minutes.”
I let out a groan and flip over. “I can’t move.”
“I think I can come up with a few ways to solve that problem.” He smooths back my hair.
A smile lifts my lips. His deep blue eyes twinkle, making me forget everything for a blissful, fleeting minute. And then it all comes rushing back, like an all-consuming wave, ready to pummel me into the shore. My throat tightens, and the nausea is back with a vengeance. “No time.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” The twinkle fades, the perfect white smile now forlorn.
“Your tux is in the closet.” I rise, clutching the sheet to my bare chest. “The shoes are in the bag by the door.”
“Ariana…”
“I have to get ready now. Hair and makeup are on the way. You know what’ll happen if I don’t get back to the suite.” Bile rises in my throat as I throw my legs over the side of the bed.
“Don’t go. This isn’t over, Ari.”
I slip into my tight, black cocktail dress from the night before and grab my Louboutins. “Yes, it is. See you at the altar.” My lips brush against his forehead for a brief second. I squeeze my eyes shut, but it doesn’t keep the tears from forming. I grab my clutch and bolt from the room without a backward glance. Because I know if I look back, I won’t be able to drag myself away. It’s what I need to do, what I did a very long time ago, and what I should have done last night. But fate…she’s a bitch with a sick sense of humor.
2
CHAPTER TWO
Waves crash against the cliff, sunlight glinting atop the crystal blue waters, the perfect backdrop to a fairy tale wedding. I breathe in the sweet smell of the sea, hoping it will calm my frayed nerves. No such luck. The soft music commences, the signal to begin my walk.
A shiver runs through me, despite the warmth blanketing the air. My heart thrums, my eyes sweeping the crowd of guests lining the floral-adorned aisle. I blink quickly, praying the tears gathered at the corners of my eyes don’t fall and completely destroy my eye makeup. My heart aches, but I’ll be damned if the rest of me doesn’t look perfect. I take one step, then two, my throat tightening. I force my gaze forward, but my eyes betray me and latch onto Jeff’s dejected ones. He knows why this is happening, but he still won’t accept it. Each step closer makes me die a bit more, but I need to be strong…for everyone’s sake.
The lump in my throat morphs from a golf ball into a baseball. I’m a mere five steps away, and my knees wobble like I’m a little girl walking in her mom’s heels for the first time. I take my place, opposite Jeff. So many emotions pool in his eyes, but the most prevalent one is denial. Dammit, he’s so stubborn, but I’ve already done enough damage.
I draw in a deep breath and force my head toward the end of the aisle. My sister Eva is a vision in white silk twill. She doesn’t walk, she glides. Her smile is brighter than the early afternoon sunshine as she makes her way toward us. I try to focus on her, but again, my heart betrays my mind. Jeff is in my periphery, setting my insides ablaze under his hungry stare. Why isn’t he looking at the bride, for chrissakes? Everyone else is! He needs to stop looking at me now! I manage a quivering smile as I fluff my sister Eva’s dress. She returns it with a glowing one of her own. She is the one person who knows me better than anyone. Eva can see through me like I’m a freshly-washed window. And if she could see what was really behind my forced façade, I’d really be fucked.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Damon, you may kiss the bride.”
Damon pulls Eva in for a tight embrace before planting his lips on hers for the most un-chaste kiss I’ve ever seen at a wedding. Forget anything you’ve ever heard about church tongue because it just doesn’t apply here. At all. Good thing they opted for a secular ceremony in Palm Springs because God would not have approved. I clap along with the rest of the guests, trying to ignore the tingling between my thighs. No, not from watching them kiss. That would be kind of sick. It’s from the memory of Jeff’s lips on mine…and everywhere else on my body last night. An icy sensation snakes around my heart and squeezes. I knew going to his room to drop off the tux would be a mistake. I should have had one of the other girls do it. But that wouldn’t have been my MO. Nope, I love self-inflicted torture. It’s the reason why things happened with Jeff in the first place. And the reason why they need to end before his smoldering gaze has a chance to melt off another pair of my lace panties.
3
CHAPTER THREE
Eva and Damon move around the dance floor as if they’re floating on air to “their” song, “The Way You Look Tonight,” by Frank Sinatra. Classic, elegant, timeless. They are so perfect, so in sync, so in love. Theirs is the kind of gooey-chewy love I’ve vowed to avoid in pursuit of my own life goals. Of course, that was after I’d witnessed my parents’ marriage crash and burn before my eyes. It was then I’d decided to never let myself depend on anyone else or believe their bullshit promises. Because it is all bullshit. So I focus on my career – the one source of security that will never bludgeon my heart. No time to waste on love, of all things. That grand plan is definitely biting me in the ass. Hard. Pun intended…
While cameras flash and shutters snap incessantly, Jeff approaches. Raw, carnal thoughts of being pressed against him are looping through my lust-infused mind. The photographer is on point to capture the money shot, so I forc
e a smile, blinking fast to eradicate those pesky tears blurring my vision. With a smooth motion, he pulls me into his muscular arms, his deep-set eyes never straying from my face. The wicked grin to which I’ve grown accustomed is wiped away, replaced with a fierce look of determination. I know it well. I’ve seen it all too often. But it won’t stop me…can’t stop me.
“You look gorgeous.” His voice is hushed, since we’re now joined by the rest of the bridal party.
My brain rewinds to the first time he uttered those words. A highly inappropriate setting, under eyebrow raising circumstances. I should have pulled away then, before all these emotions started clouding my judgment.
“Thanks,” I whisper as he spins me around the shiny marble floor. It’s not what I really want to say. I want to tell him I love him, that he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, but our ship has sailed, leaving me dangling over the side, head-first, positioned to drown in the rough seas of heartache and devastation.
His grip around my waist tightens. “I need you, Ari. I’m not letting you walk again.”
“Please, don’t. Not here. I can’t—“
“Tell me you don’t miss me…miss us.”
“What I miss is inconsequential.” What he doesn’t know is I can’t have what I so desperately need.
“No, it isn’t. Fuck the consequences. I know what I want.”