The Reason I Married Him (Almond Bay, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

My penis is even sad. Look at it all drooped and depressed. I can’t remember the last time his spirits were lifted—if you know what I mean. Actually, I can. It was a week and a half before the wedding. Yup. She hadn’t loved me, but she’d loved my dick. Yay.

The man is deadly attractive, an in-your-face kind of handsome that makes people feel weak in the knees, with the slight curl in his hair, captivating eyes, and sharp jawline.

I thought he wrote thrillers. He’s acting like a billionaire trying to monopolize the potato industry. Who does he think he is? Huxley Cane?

Isn’t that how it always goes, though? The man gets the praise, while the woman gets the blame?

I’ve never been a hair man, but something about those braids you like to wear flips my stomach upside down. And not that I should mention your body, but fuck, Aubree, it’s curvy but muscular, soft but strong. You can hold your own, but you also look like someone I’d like to hold. And last, those lips, like two flower petals, waiting to be explored.”

“As long as you wear my ring, use my name, and sleep in my bed, you are mine to protect. Get comfortable on your new side because that’s where you’ll sleep.”