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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
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(The Best Men #1) The Best Men

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Lauren Blakely
Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
1954500610 (ISBN13: 9781954500617)
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Bestselling authors Sarina Bowen and Lauren Blakely team up for the first time in an enemies-to-lovers, opposites-attract, irresistibly sexy standalone romance between the best man and the other best man!

In my defense, I was left alone with a bottle of single-malt and a life-long penchant for protecting my baby sister. Still, that's no excuse to send ten drunk-texts on why her hasty marriage would be a mistake.

If only I had just texted my sister. But nope. I accidentally sent the message to her, her groom, and his super hot wingman.

I also used the phrase “super hot wingman,” so I’d like to die now.

Instead, I have to plan a wedding with the aforementioned hottie and share a too-small guesthouse in steamy Miami.

Three days in the sun with the cocky, charming former athlete who likes to push my buttons? Fine, two can play at that let’s-infuriate-each-other game.

Until Asher ups the stakes with one wildly sexy suggestion. A no-strings fling, then I go back to my single dad life in New York, and he returns to his star-studded one.

Sign me up.

But the more nights I spend with the other best man, the more I want days too, and that just can't happen. Especially when I find out the real reason why…

Contents Include: First times, a secret to-do list, champion-level flirting, fast cars, #eggplants, and two men who look good in formal wear.
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YES, HE DEFINITELY GOT MY DRUNK TEXT

MARK

The first time I met Asher St. James, he was twenty-seven minutes late. The second time, he spilled his drink on me. I’d like to think the third time will be a charm, but I highly doubt it.

Only this time, it’ll be all my fault.

I’ve behaved badly. And now I must pay the price.

Asher isn’t even my biggest problem. As I make my way up Lexington Avenue on a warm May evening, I prepare to give my mea culpa. The one I have to deliver any second now to, count ’em, three people.

My baby sister, her groom, and his superhot wingman.

Groan.

Did I actually call Asher that?

Maybe it was just a bad dream.

Grabbing my phone from my back pocket, I click on the group text once more, wishing for the five hundred and seventy-ninth time that last night’s string of single-malt-fueled messages would go the way of a fax machine and just disappear.

But they’re all still here. For digital posterity.

As I cross Fifty-Seventh Street, I pass a garbage can and seriously consider chucking my phone in it. Too bad throwing away the instrument of my own mortification won’t do the trick. Nothing except a time machine will erase the drunk texts I fired off last night somewhere between midnight and regret o’clock.

Also known as the hour the scotch took over all my decision-making.

Thanks a fucking lot, liquor. You’re a pal.

Have I mentioned I’m still hungover? I have the remnants of last night’s Very Bad Decisions and a dull headache that aspirin won’t cure.

I deserve it.

My head pounds, but the clock is ticking on my sister’s engagement dinner so I keep trudging uptown. Three more blocks till I have to eat crow.

The crosswalk sign on Fifty-Ninth Street tells me not to go.

No shit, sign.

Stopping at the curb, I picture the three of them waiting for me at the nearby sushi joint. And I rehearse my apologies, one at a time.

First, Hannah. All big blue eyes, freckled nose, and small but growing belly bump.

Hey, my second-favorite person in the world. I wish I could say someone hacked my phone last night, but that was me with the all caps text: ‘I SWEAR YOUR HASTY MARRIAGE WILL TOP A BUZZFEED LIST OF BAD IDEAS THAT ALSO INCLUDES CRYSTAL PEPSI AND MULLETS. AND I SHOULD KNOW. I’VE TRIED ALL THREE.’

I’m so sorry. Your nuptials are nothing like mine, or that bad haircut I had in high school, and getting married to Flip is a great idea.

At least, I hope it is.

It damn well better be.

As for the guy my little sis is marrying, I’ll have to apologize to him next. They’re madly in love. And even though I’m still privately horrified that he got her pregnant three months after they met, I’ll man up and apologize.

Hey, Flip, I deeply regret saying that your marriage will fail harder than Bear Stearns and Lehman Brothers. And also for saying that grown men don’t call themselves “Flip.”

My analogy game was on point last night, scotch be damned. But my behavior wasn’t.

Which means I’ll inevitably turn to Asher, the groom’s best bud, the guy who was twenty-seven minutes late the first time I met him. He’d delayed the start of game night six months ago—the one my sister had arranged so we could all meet, back when she and Flip had just become an item.

Then Asher had sauntered in. Yes, he saunters, with his too-toned-to-be-real frame, and too-floppy-to-be-anything-but-a-shampoo-model hair, with his so sorry I was late, but I found a puppy shivering outside the building so I had to take him to the local rescue apology.

Of fucking course.

He couldn’t be that good-looking and just be late. He had to be late with style and substance.

The second time our paths crossed, they literally crossed. He lifted his glass of champagne right when I entered the dining room for my sister’s dinner party, and my chest ran into his arm, dousing me in bubbly.

With a lopsided grin, and the kind of cocky confidence that only a former pro athlete can pull off, he proceeded to unbutton his shirt, take it off, and offer it to me in front of everyone.

I declined, while trying not to stare at his eight-pack. Obviously, I wore my champagne-soaked button-down all through dinner.

I’m not taking another man’s shirt.

And, so, Asher, I didn’t mean it when I called you Flip’s superhot wingman, or referred to your body as annoyingly perfect.

His abs are truly perfect. Nothing annoying whatsoever about that washboard.

But still, as I reach the door of the restaurant, I remind myself to apologize thoroughly and sincerely. To proceed like I didn’t mean all the things the liquor unleashed from my thumbs last night.

Like I’m not completely panicking over my little sister’s sudden engagement. And her just-announced pregnancy to the guy she started dating in December.


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Super Hot Wingman (The Best Men #0.5) Read Online Lauren Blakely http://www.ilovenovels.com/super-hot-wingman-the-best-men-0-5-read-online-lauren-blakely Fri, 07 Jan 2022 21:37:35 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/super-hot-wingman-the-best-men-0-5-read-online-lauren-blakely Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Best Men Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 36(@300wpm)
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(The Best Men #0.5) Super Hot Wingman

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Lauren Blakely
Language:
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ISBN/ ASIN:
1954500629 (ISBN13: 9781954500624)
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A prequel novella to The Best Men
Promises I make to myself…
1. I won't stare at my sister's fiance's super hot best friend, even when he takes his shirt off at a dinner party.
2. I won't look him up online and check out photos from his professional soccer career.
3. And I definitely won't fantasize about him late at night.
Oops. Broke all three. But in my defense, his abs and that arrogant smile are my catnip. Plus it's been a while.
But no matter how sexy Asher St James is, I will never let on that he's at the top of a long list of things I want to do. And I keep that last promise. Well, mostly…
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MARK

My first thought when my sister calls to tell me she met a totally great new guy is he better not break her heart like the last guy did.

But I don’t share that with her. Yet.

I do the wise older brother thing instead. I ask all the right questions.

“And how did you meet him?” I ask Hannah as I put away the suits I picked up from the cleaners earlier this evening. “Was it at that pickling class you went to? Or was it mayonnaise canning?”

“Don’t be silly. Mayonnaise is gross. It was at a candle-making workshop,” she says.

“So I was close,” I say as I shut the closet in my bedroom and head to the living room, straightening up a farm puzzle my daughter left on the coffee table.

“I almost didn’t go to it. Which means it was kind of a moment when I met Flip.”

Hannah lives for moments. Let’s hope this is a good thing. “And are you going to see this guy again?”

She laughs, like she’s never heard anything so silly as my question. “Yes.”

“Why is that funny?”

“Well,” she says, whispering the next words like a confession. “I’ve already spent four days with him.”

The piece with the tail of a wooden cow falls from my hand with a clatter. “What? But . . . it’s only Monday.”

More laughter comes from her. “Yes, you’ve always been good at counting, Mark. That means I spent Thursday night, Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday night with him.”

“Every night?” I ask, hackles raised.

There is nothing worse for a relationship than rushing into it. That’s a red flag.

“He’s amazing,” she says with a sigh. I know I should feel happy for her, but my radar is beeping. “We both had Friday off so we just spent the whole time together. Mark, I am completely serious when I tell you this—I think he’s the one.”

I force myself to take a deep breath. “Hannah, that seems really soon,” I say as I pick up the cow and set the barnyard animal cutout on the coffee table next to the pig.

“When you know, you know,” she says, all breezy, like nothing can ruin her day.

This man could, though. He could ruin many of her days. Or her years. I don’t want to see her get hurt or make the same mistakes I've made.

“He treats you well?” I ask carefully. “Or am I going to have to rescue you like that time a few years ago when you were on a date and texted me in the middle of dinner to call and pretend your apartment flooded?”

She laughs. “There will be no fake floods with Flip.”

But a fake flood would be preferable to what went down with the guy who broke her heart a year ago. “Or what happened with Colin,” I add.

“Mark! Stop mentioning the ghosts of boyfriends past. Flip is amazing. I promise you don’t have to go all ‘protective big brother’ on me. He’s great and I want you to meet him. I’m sure you'll give your full seal of approval.”

I’m not so sure about that. But we’ll see. “What are you thinking? Coffee or dinner in a couple weeks?” I ask as I flop down on the couch, tired after another long day. Wall Street plus parenting will do that to a guy.

“As if I can wait that long. You get to meet him this weekend.”

I sit up straight. “What’s happening this weekend?”


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