May 5, 2019 – Jacquie Biggar-USA Today Best-selling author

With this ring I thee wed, says the groom, and the bride smiles, always beautiful, always dreaming of a happy future. Whether she is young or not that young, a hopeless romantic or an Ice Queen, a vocalist or an attorney, a mail-order bride or a poker-bet fiancée, a single mom or a stay home mother and widow, our bride dreams of love and passion, and a walk down the aisle.
Celebrate true love and commitment with SWEET and SASSY WEDDINGS, nine breathtaking stories from New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors, all award-winning authors.

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MOTHER’S DAY BABIES, Mona Risk, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author: Powerful TV News Director, Lou Roland, is certainly not marriage material, yet he wants Barbara in his arms. Not an easy task when his pretty confidante, a widow from Kentucky, proves so difficult to date, unless he follows her rules.

A KISS BENEATH A STRAWBERRY MOON, Tamara Ferguson, Multi-Award-winning author: Vocalist Marielle McKinnon and composer Drew Kendall find love one magical summer after a Kiss Beneath A Strawberry Moon. But when Drew is injured in Iraq and refuses to contact Marielle, who’s become a star, will their love survive?

SECOND CHANCE BRIDE, Joan Reeves, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author: Constance is the Ice Queen—can Alex find a way to melt the ice around her heart?

NIGHTFALL, Rebecca York, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author: What happens when a macho virgin homesteader meets his mail-order bride?

HOLD ‘EM, Jacquie Biggar, USA Today bestselling author: In the game of love all bets are off. When professional poker player Matthew Shaughnessy wins the pot of a lifetime, he didn’t expect to land himself a fiancée.

THE YOU-CAN’T-MAKE-ME BRIDE, Leanne Banks, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author: [Spicy]. When attorney Jenna Jean Anderson needs emergency orthopedic surgery from her childhood nemesis Dr. Stanley Michaels, unexpected attraction flares between them. But can their passion transform to the forever love of their secret dreams?

HIS SACRED VOW, Susan Jean Ricci, Award Winning, Bestselling Author: Abandoned with a baby on the way, Melanie Kirk swears never again to be taken in by a guy’s superficial words, or allow any other diversions to interfere with her responsibilities – enter Taylor Hutchins, a diversion with a capital D.

FINDING LOVE, Natalie Ann, Award-Winning author: What happens when a hopeless romantic falls for a cynical romance writer? Erik is determined to convince Sheldon that what she’s believed her whole life might actually be false.

THE BRIDE WORE LEATHER, Suzanne Jenkins, Multi-Award-winning author: After Oscar rescued Lisa from a marriage to the wrong guy, they’ll make up lost time together.

Exclusive excerpt from Hold ‘Em by USA Today bestselling author Jacquie Biggar

Matt stared at the plump fullness of Cassandra’s lips, still moist from the peach syrup he’d accidentally-on-purpose dribbled, and fought the urge to throw her on the bed and have his way with her. What started out as a teasing prank on his part had developed into a sensual experience and it didn’t help that the warmth of her body between his thighs was making it difficult to think.

Her eyes had darkened to deep pools that hid her thoughts from him. But he didn’t need to see what she was thinking; it was obvious from her flushed cheeks and tensed body.

He got to her.

The rush of satisfaction was tempered by the fact the feeling was mutual. Which meant they had a problem.

Namely, a fiancé.

Suddenly, Matt wanted to know everything there was to know about this paragon of virtue. A man who trusted his bride-to-be so much he left her alone in Sin City while he was off doing whatever it was dentists did when they weren’t causing untold pain with fiendish delight.

“I don’t think you told me, where is your fiancé? Why isn’t he smashing down our doors in search of his beautiful bride?” He sat back and folded his arms.

She looked down and frowned. “To be, it’s bride-to-be, and he had a conference. It couldn’t be avoided.” She met his gaze, defiant. “It’s only a matter of time before he hears where I’ve gone. This is a mistake, Matt. You need to tell your grandmother the truth.”

She was right.

He didn’t want to though. If he did, all of this would be over. It was bad enough thinking about his abuela’s disappointment, but the thought of never seeing Cassandra again… It terrified him.

When did this annoying, opinionated, maddening woman come to mean so much to him? And what was he going to do about it?

Fight for her.

But how? He was a professional gambler, for crying-out-loud. Not much to recommend himself with there. They were too different. Cassandra craved stability, while he was a rambling man. The two didn’t mix.

But, that didn’t stop him from wanting her.

Matt gazed upon the cabin his great-grandfather had built, the furniture his grandfather had made, and the woman in the center of it all, and accepted his fate.

Impossible as it seemed, he’d gone and fallen in love with Cassandra Gardener. Now he just needed her to feel the same way before the week was over and he lost her forever. And in order to do that, he needed to convince her to continue their charade.

Even with the glow from the fireplace the room was getting dark as clouds moved in and the sun sank behind the hills. Grateful his family kept the cabin stocked, Matt lit the kerosene lantern sitting on the table, setting the wick down low before replacing a smoke-blackened glass shade. Cass’s nose had crinkled up rather adorably at the pungent aroma of the burning fuel and he had to smile.

“There’s been a lot of firsts for you since meeting me, huh?”

She gazed at him wryly. “You could say that, yes. Can’t say I’ve ever been thrown from a horse before, or gotten lost in the wilderness, either.”

“Hey. Who said we were lost?” He waved a hand at their surroundings. “I knew where we were going.” He grinned. “Just not the method of our arrival.”

She lifted her coffee to her lips and blew gently on the liquid. Matt’s gut tightened. She took a sip, grimaced at the strong taste, and set the mug down.

“What do we do now?”

Well, there was a leading question. He had all sorts of ideas. Most of them involved getting naked. An image of Cassandra on a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace, the glow highlighting her alabaster skin as she held out her hand and waited for him to join her, sprang immediately to mind.

He groaned under his breath and rose on the pretext of grabbing more coffee, when really, his jeans had grown too snug for him to remain in his seat.

“I don’t know about you,” he said, keeping his back to her until he could regain control of his body, “but I could use something to pass the time.”

He set his coffee down to search for the pack of cards he remembered seeing here before. Finding the familiar rectangular box, he turned and grinned at Cass.

“Strip poker anyone?”