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Series: Passion in Paradise
Also in this series: Claimed
Genres: Erotica, Fiction, General
Also by this author: Claimed,
What happens when a naive city girl answers a personal ad to marry a bachelor farmer from the hills of Tennessee? Destiny! Read how Orla and Jethro's story started back in the 1960s...and find out exactly how deliciously naughty these two can be! This insta-love 50,000-word novel is filled with humor, romance, and just enough erotica to keep you coming back for more. Wed by Wednesday is the prequel to Sarah O’Rourke’s Paradise series, and like all of her books, it can be read as a standalone.
“Listen, chaste kisses are fine for what they are. Quick exchanges of affection. An innocent way to tell somebody they mean something. When you wanna show a woman that she’s what’s lighting the fire in your gut, though… quick and innocent pecks just don’t do the trick. Nah, a man goes dark and dirty for that kind of lesson. He wants his woman wet and hot. And he wants her that way everywhere. Her mouth. Her core. Everywhere.”
Wed by Wednesday is the prequel for the whole Passion in Paradise series. You must understand in all the books Aunt Orla, the matriarch, is the supporter for all the girls and their men. Orla and Jethro have always been there for them and it was just lovely to read their story on how they met. It was I wanted and as always got more.
These ladies really know how to write their characters. So much depth and versatility. You cannot help but relate and fall for these characters. Orla was amazing. Such a spit fire and once you get to really know Jethro, she is his match! Jethro, lord that man gave me all the feels. So alpha, he definitely complimented Orla.
This story pulled me in from the get go. Reading about Paradise, even though it was done in a different time, still brought me back wishing it was a real place with real people.
One thing for sure, these ladies know how to tell a story. It’s bittersweet
Jethro’s lips kicked up in a sly half-smile at her sudden movement. It was like he knew he was getting to her and he enjoyed that knowledge immensely. “There’s no way you’re not from the city. Nashville or Knoxville, maybe,” he murmured, before shaking his head. “Nah, I’m bettin’ you came in from Atlanta.”
“How…how did you know that?” Orla stuttered, her eyebrows furrowing with consternation. Just what she needed in her life – an intelligent jackass.
“That fancy hair. Your pretty dress. Those shiny shoes that, if you look, you can see your reflection lookin’ back. And those heels of yours aren’t scuffed, so you’ve been riding, not walking. Your clothes are too wrinkled to be from Nashville or Knoxville, so you’re just rumpled enough to have gotten off the bus from Atlanta,” he surmised, with a know-it- all grin as her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. “Oh, yeah! You’re city bred from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. And a fussy little lady like you ain’t gonna find what she’s lookin’ for in Paradise.”
“Actually, son…” Jethro’s mother began to hedge, biting her lip as she turned to look up into her son’s face. “She has found just what she’s been missing.”
Biting her lip, Orla winced as Jethro frowned at his step mother. The woman, however, didn’t look overly worried about her son’s imminent reaction and she wondered if things would work out alright after all.
Jethro frowned. “Mother McKinnon, we don’t have time for…”
“Oh, just rip the bandage off, Lydia,” Nellie ordered, interrupting Jethro as she bustled over to where they all stood together. “Jethro, meet your future wife,” the waitress decreed, flapping a hand at where Orla stood, nose to chest with him. “Take a minute and let this settle in your bones, boy. Your much beloved step-momma done went and ordered you up a bride for hire.”