When Jules meets Roman Verona at an exclusive Vegas party, she doesn’t suspect the bad blood that runs so deep between Roman and her boyfriend, Ty, until the two men have it out in front of her. Even worse, Jules finds out that Ty has never loved her. She storms away, only to have her ex’s sworn enemy offer her a ride into town... as well as a shocking proposal.A nice girl wouldn’t even consider making her
ex jealous with a sham marriage, so why
does she chance it with Roman?
Acting the role of devoted husband, Roman soon becomes fascinated with more than Jules’s sweet smile and poetic soul. As her band’s fame grows in Vegas so do his feelings for her and what started out as revenge against his miserable cousin turns into something deeper.
But bad boys don’t settle down. So why does Roman risk everything to win Jules’ heart?
All bets are off in this modern and sleek tale of star-crossed love!
Stephanie Fowers loves bringing stories to life, and depending on her latest madcap ideas will do it through written word, song, and/ or film.
She absolutely adores Bollywood and bonnet movies; i.e., Jane Austen.
Presently, she lives in Salt Lake where she's living the life of the starving artist.
She absolutely adores Bollywood and bonnet movies; i.e., Jane Austen.
Presently, she lives in Salt Lake where she's living the life of the starving artist.
Top Ten
List
Top Ten random facts about Stephanie (in no particular order)
1--I was voted "Most Dramatic" in my high school yearbook
2--I play the guitar and I've been in many bands. One was called,
"We the Peeps."
3--I love hiking and have been checking off all the hikes in the Big and
Little Cottonwood canyons
4--Halloween is my favorite holiday--I probably dress up at least 3
different times each October.
5--I lived in the Philippines for a year in and a half for a church mission
and I speak Tagalog (though I'm kind of a caveman in it right now)
6--I come from a family of ten kids. I have 60+ nieces and nephews (and great-nieces and nephews)
7--I walk two big labradors for my friend and they've recently forced me
to jog and trail run.
8--My favorite cookies are no bakes--it's pure sugar pumped into my veins.
9--I starred as Lady Macbeth in my brother's movie... and I actually
produced tears to cry on camera (I used onions, of course)
10--One year I got to go for free to ComicCon in Hawaii and I painted
faces there to pay for my keep!
Snippet 1
Roman
wanted to stop what Jules was about to say. He knew it wasn’t good by the way
she tilted her head to the side and bit her lip. That same lip that had been so
soft on his. He just got caught up in her. It was hard to tell when that had
happened—between the laughter, the dancing, the singing… the kissing.
“I’m not
sure… we’re a good idea,” she whispered. She twisted her skirt with clenched
fists. The rainwater from it dripped over her already soaked legs. She seemed
even more of a water sprite than before. “This is going too fast. And what if…
what if Tyson…? I don’t want to make things more confusing.”
He belatedly
realized what she was saying. It sounded like she was going to let Tyson back
into her life—and after what he’d done? Disappointment flooded through him and
rubbed into his gut. Suddenly Roman knew how Tyson could goad him into a fight
that would lose him his inheritance. Roman had to get a grip on himself and
shrug off this girl’s power over him before he completely lost his mind. “What
happened to forgetting about him?” he
asked.
She
shrugged, looking away. Her eyes were on that tawdry Chapel del Frate across
the street. The florescent lights flickered brokenly. “You don’t understand.”
Her lowered voice turned soft and sultry with that Southern accent. “We were
talking marriage. I just want to be sure about everything. And I can’t just go
with the first guy that makes me feel…” She circled back to him. “I’m sorry,
Roman.” Hearing his name come out of her mouth made his heart flutter for a
split second. She attempted a trembling smile. “See that Chapel del Frate over
there?”
“The one
advertising Friar Lawrence’s sale on rings?” Roman couldn’t keep back the hard
edge from his voice.
“Pretty
pathetic right?” Her cobalt blue eyes were bright with sadness. “I teased Ty
about swinging by after the party. You should’ve seen his face—it looked like
yours right now. He said that we’d get diseases just stepping inside.”
Jules
shouldn’t have compared Roman to his cousin—now Roman would do anything to show
that he was nothing like him. She had no idea who she was dealing with. “Is
that so?” Roman asked. “How about we find out?”
He caught
her hand and headed for the Chapel del Frate. She picked up her skirt to keep
up, her boots thudding against the watery ground. “What are you doing? We can’t
just walk in there.”
“We can’t?
Why? The diseases?”
She let out
a nervous laugh.
Roman was
starting to get that Jules loved a good joke, and maybe she’d think this was
funny. An idea was forming in his head. A crazy one that had no business being
in there, maybe because his lips were still burning with the memory of her and
it was making him do insane things. Or maybe because he now knew how his cousin
could get to him, and he had to find a way to get him back first.
He shoved
his shoulder against the heavy metal door and walked in like a cowboy
swaggering into a saloon. The chapel was a reception room with whitewashed
walls, barred windows, and a scuffed tiled floor. A chandelier with plastic
crystals dangled from the ceiling and an archway of fake flowers separated an
aisle of metal folding chairs done up with fake silk roses in an attempt to
look classy. It failed miserably. There was a fine layer of dust over
everything.
Jules’s
hand tightened over his. “Okay,” she said. “We saw it. Let’s go.”
She
switched directions and almost ran into the officiator who had edged behind
them like a shadow. He was a heavyset man with broad shoulders and a full set
of thick, black hair. He held himself up with an exaggerated air of
self-importance. “You’re clearly in love,” he intoned dully. “We got ourselves
a sale tonight. Eighty bucks for the ceremony, but if you want a bouquet, it’ll
be a hundred bucks, and I’ll throw in a veil to sweeten the deal.”
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