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Informationen zum Autor Christina Lauren is the combined pen name of longtime writing partners and best friends Christina Hobbs and Lauren Billings, the New York Times , USA TODAY , and #1 internationally bestselling authors of the Beautiful and Wild Seasons series, Autoboyography , Love and Other Words , Roomies , Josh and Hazel’s Guide to Not Dating , The Unhoneymooners , The Soulmate Equation , Something Wilder , The True Love Experiment , and The Paradise Problem . You can find them online at ChristinaLaurenBooks.com or @ChristinaLauren on Instagram. Klappentext The ninth work in the New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling series that started with Beautiful Bastard. Beautiful Boss One Will One drive to Boston down. One rehearsal, one rehearsal dinner, one raucous night out with the guys down. A wedding tomorrow, and one wife-to-be sleeping . . . down the hall. I had a feeling this arrangement wouldn’t last. Hanna hated sleeping apart on her recent trips for faculty position interviews nearly as much as I did. And the night before our wedding her mother gets us separate rooms, to keep tradition, build suspense? Forget it. It wouldn’t last. I reached behind me, fluffing the pillows, and then stretched out on the giant king-size bed. My cell phone buzzed on the bedside table and I laughed, saying, “Called it,” to the empty room before answering, “Hanna, my love.” She skipped the greeting entirely. “I’m nervous.” I smiled into the phone. “I’m not surprised. You’re promising to obey me and be my sex slave for the remainder of your days. You know I won’t go easy on you.” She didn’t even spare me a laugh. “Can I come to your room?” “Of course,” I said. “I’ve been hoping you would come down—” “No,” she interrupted with force. “No, I can’t. That was a test, Will. You’re supposed to say it’s bad luck.” “But I’m an atheist,” I reminded her. “I don’t believe in luck. I believe in intent. I believe in discovery. I believe in sex before the wedding. In fact, I believe you are three doors down, completely wigging out, when you could come in here and talk. And then let me put my penis in you. I’ll stare at you the entire time, too, and our marriage will still be the most amazing marriage in the—” “My boobs look enormous in my wedding dress.” I groaned, throwing my arm over my face. “Are you trying to kill me?” “I just wanted to warn you.” Her voice grew slightly slurred and I could immediately imagine her nervously chewing on a fingernail. “I think maybe it’s overboard. I wanted it to be a cute thing between us—your boob obsession, our wedding; I mean, you—” “Hanna,” I cut in. “I promise to do my best not to motorboat you at the altar.” “That isn’t what I mean.” “Plum. Breathe.” I heard her take a long inhale and slowly let it out. “Tell me,” I said quietly. “What did you mean?” “Just that . . . what if I look . . .” “Perfect?” I suggested. She blew out a burst of air and admitted in a rush, “Busty—like a busty whore bride.” I held back a laugh, because while this was ridiculous to me, I knew it wasn’t to her. “Are we seriously doing this right now? This is your pre-wedding freak-out? That your boobs will look too awesome tomorrow?” Hanna had dealt with the wedding planning with ease, handing over the final details to her mom while she traveled all over for job interviews. She was being recruited by schools in nearly every corner of the country, sometimes going to two different places in a single week. And she’d never once complained about the madness of the past few months. I knew my...
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Christina Lauren
