Introducing Book Two of The Wedding Rescue, the hot and sexy new series by Alexa Wilder...
She thinks she's not his type. He's determined to prove her wrong.
Leigha Carmichael is used to the quiet life. A junior accountant by day, she knows girls like her don't have exciting lives. She's smart, shy and her curvy body doesn't fit in among the beauty queens of Las Vegas. Still reeling from her ex-boyfriend's betrayal, Leigha's sworn off all men. Except she has a huge problem, and only the right man can solve it.

The moment he sees her across a crowded bar, Dylan Kane knows he wants her. And Dylan Kane always gets what he wants. Especially when the object of his desire is sitting in his own casino. She's nothing like the skinny, overly made up women he's used to. From her clear gray eyes to her luscious curves, Leigha is the real thing. Exactly the change of pace he's been looking for. And even better, she needs something from him. With the bargain he has in mind, they'll both get exactly what they want.

In the few days she's his, Dylan plans to take control of every delectable inch of Leigha's body. But when the weekend is over, will he be able to let her go?
**This hot and steamy alpha billionaire romance is perfect for fans of Hannah Ford, Lila Monroe, Cassie Cross and J.S. Scott**

Release Schedule:
Part One - June 10th
Part Two - June 10th
Part Three - June 17th
Part Four - June 24th
Part Five - July 1st
Available exclusively for Amazon and Kindle Unlimited readers.

EXCERPT:
Dylan
I ended my work out early. I never did that. It was the one part of my day I kept for myself, no matter what else was going on with the casino and Kane Enterprises. But that morning, I couldn’t get Leigha off my mind. Running on the treadmill, then lifting weights, all I could think about was her—naked, sleeping in my bed, waiting for me to come back and take her again. Just the thought of being inside her, sweet and tight, had me half hard. Not exactly what I was going for when I was surrounded by a room full of sweaty strangers. Forget the workout. I could get a different kind of workout upstairs.

I heard the shower as soon as I opened the bedroom door. At the mental image of Leigha slick with soap, I went from half hard to a steel bar. I hoped she was ready for me. I’d come inside her three times the day before and it still hadn’t been enough. Opening the bathroom door slowly, so she wouldn’t see me right away, I watched her through the film of steam on the glass shower doors. Her head was tipped back as she rinsed her hair, pink lips parted, upper back arched just enough to point her heavy breasts up toward the ceiling. I couldn’t wait another second.