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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)

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When the maid of honor and the best man fabricate a romance to keep the peace, the only thing they can’t fake are the sparks.

Lucy Jones is tired of being the “other sister.” Elizabeth is the golden child—beautiful, serene, and engaged to the perfect man. Lucy? She’s thirty, single, and still dodging her mother’s digs about how she never quite measures up. But when Elizabeth names Lucy as her maid of honor, she vows her sister’s wedding will be her grand rebrand. She’ll prove she’s polished, sophisticated, and totally in control.

Enter Hunter Bain. Best man. Business bro. Walking scowl emoji. Also the rudest, most aggravating man Lucy has ever met—and her new partner in planning the joint bachelor/bachelorette weekend. Fantastic. Because nothing says “reinvent yourself” like clashing with a man who thinks party planning is beneath him.

From drunken disasters to shenanigans on Martha’s Vineyard, Lucy and Hunter can’t stop butting heads. Until one impulsive lie forces them to pretend they’re dating. It’s supposed to be temporary. It’s supposed to be fake. But every lingering glance, every stolen kiss, every unexpected laugh makes it harder to remember what’s real and what’s not.

Full of sharp banter, slow-burn tension, and laugh-out-loud chaos, The Deal Maker is a swoony enemies-to-lovers rom-com about messy families, fake relationships, and finding love when you least expect it

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Chapter One

Lucy

My sister, Katherine, looks exactly how a fiancée should look. Deliriously happy, hopelessly in love, and perfect in all other ways. Perfection is nothing new for Katherine, but now she’s engaged—to the perfect man, obviously.

“I can’t believe you haven’t met Ed’s best man until now,” Katherine says, pushing her mascara wand back into the tube. “You’re going to love Hunter.”

No doubt Hunter will be perfect. Just like Ed, my soon-to-be brother-in-law. Ed is from a good Boston family that can be traced back at least fifteen generations. He’s “in finance”—whatever that means—just like his father. He and Katherine enjoy wearing coordinating Ralph Lauren, and of course, they never argue. Their future will be full of perfect children who make perfect grades, and they’re all going to live the perfect lives my mother foresaw when Katherine was born. According to Mom, Katherine’s first word was “please.” She never complains, gets angry or irritated. The story goes that Katherine came out of the womb serene and peaceful, like she already possessed enough wisdom to know crying wouldn’t get her anywhere with our mother.

In contrast, my mother likes to tell people I could be heard crying in her womb before I was extracted via C-section—far from a perfect start. I’ve always been the Pig-Pen to Katherine’s Snoopy. The Beast to Katherine’s Beauty. The Elizabeth Bennet to Katherine’s Jane Bennet.

“Lucy,” Mom calls from the bottom of the stairs. “It’s time you two came down. I don’t want you making your sister late.”

“Mrs. Jones!” my father bellows. “Where’s my tie?”

My mother insists on being called Mrs. Jones by anyone she hasn’t known a couple of decades, and Dad likes to tease her about it. At least, I think he’s teasing. Obsessed with Jane Austen, Mom thinks she’s living in a Regency drama. I wouldn’t be surprised if she and Dad have a few costumes hidden at the back of the closet that they sport in private when Katherine and I aren’t around. Pass the mind bleach. Our mother watched the adaptation of Pride and Prejudice—the one starring Colin Firth—on a loop while pregnant with Katherine. According to my father, that’s when the obsession with Jane Austen in general, and Pride and Prejudice in particular, really took hold. At least we weren’t named Lizzy and Jane. Katherine is far too beautiful to be named Jane.

I scoop up her hand from where she’s fussing with the perfect bow in her hair, and we head downstairs. “You look beautiful.” She’s wearing a sugar-pink grosgrain dress with matching Ferragamo pumps. She looks like a doll.

“You too.” Katherine grins, squeezing my hand. “I don’t know if he’s here yet, but I told Ed to make sure you’re introduced to Hunter right away. After all, you have to get to know each other to organize the joint bachelor/bachelorette party.”

I hide my sinking dread behind a polite smile. As maid of honor, I’m in charge of all the arrangements. The problem is, I want the party—or more accurately, the weekend-long prewedding event—to be as perfect as Katherine herself. I’m not sure that can happen with me in charge. I’m concerned I’ll forget something fundamental, like restaurant reservations or a bride-to-be sash, or cause some kind of chaos. That’s what everyone will expect me to do. I have to remind myself I’m no longer the rumpled little kid stumbling after my lithe, elegant sister in the school corridors anymore. I grew up. I moved to New York and upgraded my wardrobe, along with my organizational skills. It’s just that whenever I go back to Massachusetts to visit my family, I seem to regress. I become the girl I used to be rather than the woman I am.

As we get to the bottom of the stairs, Ed appears with a guy I don’t recognize. Ed’s eyes sparkle as his gaze fixes on my beautiful sister.

“Katherine, you look gorgeous,” he says.

“Absolutely stunning,” the stranger says.

“You too, Lucy,” Ed says, and I smile at his forced compliment.

I glance at the stranger, expecting to field another canned compliment, but he’s looking over his shoulder at what’s happening in the garden rather than back at me. Oh well, at least he’s not faking it.

“This is Hunter,” Katherine says.

He’s slightly taller than Ed and has inky-black hair, which is swept back like he’s just pushed his fingers through it. Despite his very broad shoulders, his blue suit fits him like a glove, and the white shirt makes his face look like he’s just flown in from a two-week vacation in Aruba. He’s handsome—there’s no doubt about that—but I’m determined to put his looks to the very back of my brain. I just need his help and cooperation for this party. So long as I get that, I don’t care what he looks like.

“We were just talking about how you and Lucy are going to be arranging our bachelor/bachelorette party.” Katherine greets Ed at the bottom of the stairs with a kiss on the cheek, and Hunter gives Katherine a reserved hug. “Maybe the two of you can get together after the party or even back in the city. Hunter lives in New York, just like you, Lucy.”

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Advertisement Love Hard (Colorado Club Billionaires #3) Read Online Louise Bay http://www.books2020.com/love-hard-colorado-club-billionaires-3-read-online-louise-bay Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:12 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/love-hard-colorado-club-billionaires-3-read-online-louise-bay Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love Authors: Louise Bay Series: Colorado Club Billionaires Series by Louise Bay
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)

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Alternate cover edition of ISBN 9781804560495

In my world, love comes with a rulebook.

Marry the right girl. From the right family. With the right last name.

I’m Jack Alden—the only son of the Alden dynasty. The kind of New York family that’s been around since ships were made of wood and fortunes were built on steel.

My mother’s been trying to find me a “suitable” wife for years.

So naturally, I fall for a woman who couldn’t care less about any of it.
Iris Wilde.

I first saw her at the New York City Ballet—crying in the stalls like the music had cracked her open. She didn’t know who I was. She wasn’t performing for anyone. She was just… real.

One night with her, and I remembered what it felt like to actually breathe.

Then she disappeared.

Months later, I find her again—on a fruit farm in the middle of Colorado, hurling raspberries at me like she’s auditioning for a food fight. Turns out, Iris is smart, stubborn, and not remotely impressed by a billionaire with a trust fund and an overbearing mother.

She makes me laugh.

She makes me think.

And for the first time in my life, I want something that isn’t written in my family’s history books.

But old money comes with old rules.

And loving Iris means breaking every single one.

They say you can’t choose where you come from.

Maybe not.

But you can choose who you fight for.

And this time, I’m choosing her.

Because when it comes to Iris Wilde—I don’t just love.

I love hard

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ONE

Iris

Las Vegas, Las Vegas, Las Vegas, I keep saying to myself. I’m the world’s worst liar, and I just know that if I’m not careful, I’m going to mention New York City when I talk to my dad. He thinks I’m going to Las Vegas to visit my best friend from school, who left Star Falls the year before graduation, a little under ten years ago. He also thinks this is an annual trip.

Fact is, I haven’t seen Stephanie since she left. But she’s a very convenient cover. I’m actually headed to New York City, on my own, like I do every year, to watch the opening night of the new season of the New York City Ballet.

“Iris?” Dad calls.

“In here,” I say. We’re coming to the end of strawberry season, and we have a minute before pears and watermelons are at their peak. But my September weekends away always come with a little more scrutiny than I’d like. I hate lying. But, even more, I hate to make my dad and brother feel guilty, which is why I don’t tell them where I’m really going.

He stands in the doorway to the makeshift office I have off the barn. “I just saw Donna on the way back from the delivery to the Club.”

My stomach turns over at the thought of what Dad’s going to say next. No one apart from me knows I’m headed to New York, but I’ve thought for a while now that our neighbor, Donna has… powers. Possibly mind reading. Kidding, not kidding. It’s part of the reason I avoid her at this time of year.

“Oh, how did it go at the Club? Did they like it?” We’ve just started supplying a local private members resort with fruit. Most stuff we sell through wholesalers, but the Colorado Club approached us just after they opened about supplying them direct. It’s nice to be able to cut out the middleman. It’s not big business, but it all adds up.

“Donna said Stephanie’s in town.”

My entire body freezes, and I have to remind myself to breathe.

Stephanie.

My best friend.

The one I’m supposed to be going to Las Vegas to visit tomorrow.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I knew hearing Donna’s name wasn’t a good thing.

Why in the hell is Stephanie in town? She hasn’t been back here since she and her family left nearly a decade ago. So much for her being the perfect cover.

“Stephanie?” I ask, trying to buy myself some time to come up with an explanation.

“Yeah, Stephanie, who moved to Las Vegas. Why is she here if you’re about to go and visit her? Does it mean you’re not going? I didn’t want to say anything, but we could do with an extra pair of hands around here.”

There’s no way I’m going to miss my trip. There aren’t many things I get to do without my brother and my dad. We all live together. We all work together. But once a year, I have my trip to New York all for myself. Now that I’ve finally finished my correspondence course and gotten my high school diploma—ten years late—my annual trip is the only thing I have that’s not about my family and Wilde’s Farm. I’m not giving it up.

“Oh, Stephanie Gardener. No, I’m not going to Las Vegas to see Stephanie,” I say. If Stephanie is in Star Falls, I have no idea how long she’s staying. And I leave tomorrow for New York. If she’s still here, my entire story falls apart.

“What are you talking about?” he asks. “You’ve been going to Las Vegas to see Stephanie for years now.”

My brother scoots in under my dad’s arm and plonks down in the visitor chair wedged in between my desk and a pile of old crates that I really need to find a home for.

“What’s going on?” Bray asks.

“Doesn’t Iris go to Las Vegas to see Stephanie, that girl from school, every year?” Dad asks.

“She’s going tomorrow,” Bray says.

Dad nods, pleased that someone’s agreeing with him, and they both look at me.

“We go to Vegas together. Stephanie lives in Arizona. We meet in Vegas. But she can’t make it this year. Family stuff.” I’m babbling. Words are just spewing out. I have no idea if any of them make sense.

“So you’re going on your own?” Bray asks.

“What are you doing in Vegas on your own?” Dad asks. “Are you gambling? You know the only person who wins is the house,” he says. “You may as well just march up to the owner of the casino and give your money straight to him.”

“I’m not gambling, Dad,” I say, pretending to be reading something on my computer screen, rather than desperately trying to think of who I could be in Vegas with. Stephanie is the only person I’ve ever known well who left Star Falls. Everyone else in this town has lived here their entire lives. Stephanie being back has completely blown my cover.

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