The Husband Lottery (Forbidden Temptations) Read Online Sofia T Summers

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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)

A fake marriage to my ex boyfriend’s older brother wasn’t what I had in mind all those years when I planned my wedding as a little girl.

And yet, here I am… holding Logan’s hand and saying my vows.
How did I get here?
Two words – Lottery ticket.
A literal lottery ticket, which let me buy the biggest stake in Logan’s father’s company.
But Logan, himself, was way more alluring than Barlow Technologies.
We had it all planned in our heads.
Get married, secure his position, fulfill my dream of owning a wedding venue.
Did I forget about my ex boyfriend? Aka Logan’s younger brother?
The guy had torn my heart into little pieces, stomping over each one without an ounce of care for me.

Fall in love with this deliciously sinful, kindle melting hot, and forbidden temptation from Sofia T Summers. No cheating or cliffhanger – EVER.
All books in this series stand alone and do not have to be read in order.




It was the kind of night that made even the blackest heart believe in love. Cocktails and buttercream-covered cake added to the revelry in the historic hotel’s ballroom. Friends and family danced under the dimmed chandeliers, but nobody knew where the bride and groom had gone.

“I heard they took off,” someone remarked nearby.

Another fretted, “There’s not going to be a bouquet toss?”

“I think she tossed it at some friend of hers,” the first replied.

With my feet propped up in an empty chair and my butt slouched into another, I was happy Gemma and Liam had disappeared. They deserved to escape the madness, and I’d happily laze around and take another bite of wedding cake. My toes were too tired of being shoved into my heels. This sugar tasted too good. As I enjoyed the scene, some vanilla crumbs fell over my sage charmeuse dress, the low light catching as I brushed them onto the parquet floor.

There was splendor even in the mess we made.


I glanced up to see Lucas’s dark eyes looking a tad anxious. His tie had disappeared hours ago, but his photogenic smile was still spread across his light-olive-toned skin.

Those traces of Mediterranean heritage showed in all the Barlow brothers, and Lucas was no exception with his rumpled brown hair and Roman nose.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d run my finger over that bridge.

“Hey,” I greeted him happily. “I heard that Liam and Gemma took off.”

“Oh, yeah, I saw them slipping out a side door when I was getting us more champagne.”

He set a full flute down next to my half-eaten cake.

“Thanks, sweetie,” I told him before taking a sip. “I hope you aren’t interested in dancing anymore. I don’t think my feet can take it.”

Lucas ran a hand over his hair. “I’m good. It’s been a long day for me.”

“I’m sure it has, but you’re a good-looking groomsman.”


“And since the bride and groom are gone, maybe we could slip out of here too,” I suggested, hoping to catch Lucas’s eyes with a knowing look.

They were elsewhere, though, sweeping over the ballroom. I didn’t know if he was studying the ivory walls or some person across the room, but they weren’t focused on me.

Lucas drifted back into some distant thought, leaving me to take a final bite of cake and wonder if he really would follow me back to my hotel room.

“Everything okay?” I finally had to ask.

Lucas blinked, coming back to reality. “Oh, sorry, I’m . . . actually, could we talk for a second?”

“Go ahead.”

“I–I think it would be better if we do it in private.”

He fussed with the sleeves of his gray suit jacket, and I smiled. It had been such a long time since he’d looked so anxious around me.

We’d been dating all through my years at Duke. He was at Carolina, working on his graduate degree. We were almost star-crossed lovers, doomed to be collegiate rivals, but I’d looked past his Tarheel blue T-shirts to find someone I thought I could love for the rest of my life.

I imagined I could make him happy.

Regardless of our shades of blue, we found ourselves here, two pieces of a perfect May evening.

Gemma and Liam had made their vows.

Perhaps . . . Lucas and I could too?

“Where would you like to talk, then?” I asked Lucas, leaning closer with eager eyes.

“Um . . .”

Not giving me a real answer, he threw back his champagne in one gulp and gently grabbed my wrist. His eyes started searching the room again.

I left my stilettos under the chair, but I never minded being barefoot. I happily stepped through a veil of sheer white curtains and an open French door with Lucas leading the way.

We found ourselves on a quiet terrace where honeysuckle scented the air and melodies of a country tune drifted out from the party. It was the most privacy we could get in a place like this, and for the first time, Lucas’s smile flickered like a dying light.