Bride (Bride, #1)

by Ali Hazelwood

In these shoes I push six feet, but there’s no towering over this man.

Too long have the petites dominated romance. my fellow talls, we ride at dawn!

I did not expect a Cessna. “Honey,” I ask, lowering my sunglasses to the tip of my nose, “are we rich?” His glance is only mildly blistering. “We’re just banned from most Human-owned airlines, darling.”