Complicated Lovers - The Wedding (Book 1)

Third Cousins, Alexis Volks

Description

Dannie has plans. She’s going to get the internship at the fancy law firm and she’s going to make something of herself. She’s even got her beanie-wearing boyfriend, Nick, supporting her. It seems like everything is going well for Dannie, until she gets a call from her mom. With a wedding to go to and a new stepbrother, can she still keep her head in the game and get the internship, or will it all be a little too much?

Sujets

• Coming of Age
• Contemporary history
• Young-adult fiction
• General officer
• General
• Contemporary
• Christian
• Référence
• Romance
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Speedy Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 15 février 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781681851907
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Table of Contents
Title Page
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A Synopsis & Table Of Contents...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Copyright
Complicated Lovers
The Wedding
Book 1
By: Alexis Volks & Third Cousins
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A SYNOPSIS & TABLE OF CONTENTS...
Dannie has plans. She’s going to get the internship at the fancy law firm and she’s going to make something of herself. She’s even got her beanie-wearing boyfriend, Nick, supporting her. It seems like everything is going well for Dannie, until she gets a call from her mom.
With a wedding to go to and a new stepbrother, can she still keep her head in the game and get the internship, or will it all be a little too much?
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Discover More Books By Third Cousins
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
DISCOVER MORE BOOKS BY THIRD COUSINS
Copyright
INSPIRING WORDS
“If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude.”
- Maya Angelou
CHAPTER 1

I opened the door to my apartment and threw down the heavy laptop bag that I’d been carrying on my shoulder. It was a relief to feel its weight leave my body. My back had already been aching from the plastic chair that I had been forced to sit in at the nail bar. I tried to pull my cell phone out of my jeans pocket, but my freshly manicured nails were making it difficult. God, I thought to myself, why did I always do this? Why did I get manicures when they left me without the use of my hands for an eternity?
I managed to get a hold of my phone and pulled it out. The little LED light at the top was flashing red. I jabbed at the screen with my finger. The sound of my false nails hitting the glass filled the room and for a moment, I wondered how on earth I was going to unlock the phone if it wouldn’t respond to the nail jabbing that I was offering. I finally managed to angle my finger so its tip touched the glass and the screen lit up.
I had a voicemail from my mom. She’d called when I was getting my nails done, not that I’d heard it at the time, not that I would have answered the call if I had.
My mom and I weren’t close, and that was her fault. When I was ten my father had fallen ill, instead of looking after him, she divorced him and quickly remarried. Her second wedding didn’t last long, but it provided her with enough money in the settlement to live comfortably. She was the epitome of everything that I despised about people. She was selfish, cold and self-regarding. I avoided her when I could. I refused to spend holidays with her, for the most part; I refused to even accept her calls.
I managed to dial the number that took me to my voicemail. An automated voice told me that I’d been called and when. Even though the voice was computer generated, it sounded bored. Finally, the message started to play.
“Dannie, darling,” my mother purred in the fake British accent she’d picked up from her short stay in England. “I’ve got some most wonderful news for you. I’m getting remarried.”
She sounded happy. She sounded as though she’d just won the lottery. “I know you’re probably in class now or something, but I’m going to send the flight details to you later, so that you can come over. I think you’re really going to like this one.” She paused as if she had forgotten something. “He’s called George Linwood. Anyway, I have a hundred calls to make, baby, so I guess I’ll talk to you soon. Love you.”
The phone beeped to tell me that the message was over. The automated voice returned, asking whether I wanted to hear it again. I hung up.
“Hey, what’s with the sour puss face?” Nick asked.
I dropped my phone from my hands in fright over his appearance. My phone bounced off of the floor maybe twice. I didn’t dare look down. I could feel my stomach sinking, as I thought about all the information and class notes I had saved to it. If it was broken, I’d be screwed.
“How long have you been here?” I asked. He was lounging on the bright yellow sofa that I’d picked out at the start of the year. “Did you not think to shout ‘hey’ when you heard me come in?”
“Well, yeah. But then I saw you were on the phone, so I figured I’d wait. It’s fine, by the way,” he added, as his eyes moved over to where I assumed my phone was lying. “That crappy case you bought for it may have just been the best purchase of your life.