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Table of Contents
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six
Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve
Acknowledgements About the Author
Tempting the Best Man J. Lynn
This book is a work of fiction. Names, char-
acters, places, and incidents are the product
of the author’s imagination or are used ficti-
tiously. Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincid-
ental. Copyright © 2012 by Jennifer L. Ar-
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Manufactured in the United States of Amer-
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To those who believe…
Chapter One
The ivory invitation with its elegant calli-
graphy and lacy embellishments felt more
like a humiliation time bomb just waiting to
blow up in Madison Daniels’s face than a
beautiful wedding announcement. Man, did
she have a problem. Mitch, her big brother
by three years—her only brother— was actu-
ally getting married this weekend. Married.
She was totally happy for him. Thrilled, even.
His fiancée, Lissa, was a great gal, and they’d
become quick friends. Lissa would never do
her brother wrong. A Hallmark movie could
be based on the two. Met freshman year at
University of Maryland, fell madly in love,
got great corporate jobs straight out of col-
lege, and the rest was history. No, Mitch and
Lissa weren’t the problem. And a wedding
held deep in Northern Virginia’s vineyards
definitely wasn’t the problem. Not even her
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semi-lunatic parents, who owned and oper-
ated
a
very
profitable
online
store
called
DOOMSDAY
“R”
US
and
would
likely
be
hawking gas masks to the
guests, were the problem. In fact, she’d take
an asteroid with “Earth’s My Bitch” em-
blazoned on it and headed her way over this.
Her gaze dropped to the invitation, down to
the list of attending bridesmaids and
groomsmen, and winced. She blew out a slow
breath, stirring the long strands of brown
hair that had escaped her messy twist. Right
across from her name, separated by a few in-
nocent dots and written in crimson ink, was
the name of the best man: Chase Gamble.
God hates me. That was it. Well, she was the
maid of honor, and any of the other Gamble
brothers would’ve been fine as best man. But
oh no, it had to be Chase Gamble. He was
her older brother’s best friend, confidante,
homie, whatever—and otherwise known as
the bane of Madison’s existence. “Staring at
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the invitation isn’t going to change a damn
thing.” Bridget Rodgers leaned a plump hip
against Madison’s desk, drawing her atten-
tion. Her assistant was a study in how a fash-
ion disaster on some people could work for
others. Today, Bridget wore a fuchsia pencil
skirt paired with a purple peasant shirt
sporting large polka dots. A black scarf and
leather boots completed the look. Mysteri-
ously, she actually looked good in what
should have been a clown’s costume. Bridget
was bold. Madison sighed. She could use a
little bold right now. “I don’t think I can deal
with this.” “Look, you should’ve taken my
advice and invited Derek from the history
department. At least then you’d be having
wild monkey sex instead of lusting after your
brother’s best friend during the whole wed-
ding. A man who’s already rejected you once,
might I add.” Bridget had a point. She was
crafty like that. “What am I going to do?”
Madison asked, glancing out the window of
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