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About Legally Charming:
THE RIGHT DRESS CAN CATCH THE EYE OF PRINCE CHARMING…Felicity Hart has one goal: Completing her masters in art. Falling in love isn’t part of the plan. She reluctantly agrees to attend a Halloween party with her best friend. After sneaking away from the party and falling asleep in an unoccupied room, she wakes to the sexiest pair of eyes she’s ever seen. Eyes that belong to the one man who could turn her well organized world upside down. When he flashes that wicked, panty-melting smile at her the vow to not fall in love seems impossible… EVERY PRINCE IS LOOKING FOR HIS SLEEPING BEAUTY TO KISS… Jared Redmond used to be the ultimate bad boy. But now his legal career is taking off and the partners of his firm are trusting him with high-dollar real estate transactions. Jared’s king-size bed is empty. But when he arrives home on Halloween to find a princess sleeping in his bed – his all work and no play attitude goes out the window. There’s nothing he wants more than to explore the hidden desires of this mysterious beauty and show her just how much of a bad boy he really is by fulfilling her every fantasy. WHEN MIDNIGHT STRIKES AND COACHES TURN TO PUMPKINS… Underneath the glitter of this fairy tale romance, Felicity and Jared might have found true love. But the mounting pressure of their real lives takes hold again and Jared and Felicity are pulled further and further apart. Can they find their fairy tale ending or will they be left with the dying embers of what could have been?
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Layla didn’t look chagrined in the least.
“It’s Halloween. Oh, and Felicity’s birthday, obviously.”
“Who is Felicity?” He’d never met anyone named
Felicity. Not that it was surprising, because he was never around when his
brother was hanging out with Layla and their friends. He didn’t really remember
what it was like to be that carefree. Law school and work had a way of
consuming a person’s good memories.
“Scratch that, I don’t care. Is this thing”—he
waved a hand around—“ending anytime soon?” He shifted his briefcase strap over
his shoulder. His suit was starting to suffocate him, and as much as he liked
the particular steel-gray tie he wore at the moment, he was desperate enough to
cut it right off his neck if he couldn’t get to his room fast enough.
“Uh…” She licked her lips. “Don’t know. But
you said you weren’t coming back until Sunday.”
“Well, here I am and tired as fuck. So I’m
going to bed. Try to keep it down,” he growled.
“Uh, Jared.” She dodged around him, trying to
prevent him from getting past her.
“What did you do?” He arched a brow, sensing
by the way her eyes widened and she shifted in her stilettos that something was
“I might have given your bed away.” Layla bit
her lip, yet she was brave enough to still meet his eyes.
“What do you mean you gave my bed away?”
She attempted to smile. “You were supposed to
be gone until Monday, and Felicity needed a place to stay tonight. It’s late,
and I didn’t want her to go home alone. She lives in a sketchy part of town—so
I told her she could crash in your bed since you weren’t going to be here.” She
glared at him, accusing him of something he wasn’t entirely sure was his fault.
“So she’s in your room tonight.” She ended with a finality that did not
entirely make sense to his tired brain.
“Let me get this straight. Some girl is in my
Layla swallowed, her eyes darting away before
coming back to him. “Um…yeah?”
“No,” he stated and stalked toward his room,
Layla at his heels. Whoever this Felicity person was, she was in his bed, and
since it was his bed, whatever Layla and this girl had seemed to think otherwise,
he’d have her out of it.
Reaching his bedroom door, he crashed it open
and strode in, prepared for all the hell and fury that came with drunk,
twenty-something females—and instead, as his eyes adjusted, he found a princess
in his bed.
Layla clattered behind on her too-tall
stilettos. “Jared, wait—”
He pushed the door open, and a yellow beam of
light from the hallway cut across the dark room, revealing a figure lying
across his bed.
A princess. There was a princess in his bed.
The burgundy-and-gold gown was draped over his
comforter with pearls glowing like tiny moons on the bodice of her gown.
What the fuck?
“Please don’t wake her,” Layla begged.
Wake her? Jared shook his head. What nonsense.
He wasn’t a romantic. Even though she was certainly a fantasy. All luscious
curves and mystery. Her dark auburn hair cascading over the pillow looked soft.
His hands ached to reach out and fist in the strands. She looked like the kind
of woman a young man dreamed about and ruined his sheets over, the kind of woman
he’d stopped dreaming about a long time ago because he was convinced they
He didn’t turn to look at Layla as he spoke.
“Who is that?”
“Felicity Hart. Birthday girl and, more
importantly, my best friend.” The threat was heavily implied. Don’t screw with
Layla or her friends. Her loyalty in that respect was one of the things he
admired most about his brother’s girlfriend.
Layla’s fingers curled around his biceps and
squeezed, getting his attention.
“I told her she could sleep in your room since
you weren’t supposed to be here. It’s the only place available for her to
“I’m not giving up my bed. I worked seventy
hours this week. I’m going to sleep.” He got one step inside his room before
Layla practically tackled him, climbing up his back like a spider monkey.
“You. Will. Not. Wake. Her. Up,” Layla
growled, nails digging into his arms. “She has a really important research
paper due tomorrow, and she needs to sleep.”
“She can stay, but I’m sharing my bed with
her. End of discussion. Go back to your party.” With a little shove, he made
sure Layla couldn’t get back in before he shut the door in her face.