Live: Should’ve Been Us!

Title: Should’ve Been Us
Author: Jess Bryant
Publisher: Blue Lemon Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 20, 2019
It’s a destination wedding, Fate, Texas style, and the

thermostat isn’t the only thing about to hit its boiling point.

Lulu Nichols has

lost the love of her life.

Her best friend,

Derek, proposed to someone else. He’s marrying someone else. And oblivious to

her feelings, he’s asked her to play best man at his wedding. She can’t say no,

not without admitting her secret and ruining everything, so she pastes on a

smile and heads to Mexico to watch the man of her dreams get his happily ever

after, even if it isn’t with her.

Connor Shaw is finally

ready to claim the love of his life.

He wants Lulu. He’s

always wanted her. Even though she’s slightly crazy and seriously delusional

about her relationship with Derek. Connor is the one that brings out her fire

and matches it with his own. He’s the one that drives her just as crazy as she

drives him and it’s way past time for her to admit that all their fighting is

really just foreplay.

Together they’re

like gasoline and a match; a powder keg destined to blow, but oh how satisfying

an explosion it will be.

But is their spark

the kind that burns fast and then out? Is the heat going to Lulu’s head or is

there more to Connor than she’s ever realized? Could they possibly be meant for

forever or are they destined to always be a should’ve been?

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“You should probably slow down there, dollface.” A deep

voice slid over her, down her spine and made her shudder. With revulsion, she

told herself. It was definitely revulsion. “Wouldn’t want to get drunk and

admit you’re in love with the groom, would ya?”

The taunt sent a red-hot surge of anger boiling beneath her

skin, turning her cheeks pink and the ice in her veins to lava as she spun to

face the man intruding on her pity party. She felt a little light headed when

she noticed how close he was standing but she attributed that to the alcohol in

her bloodstream. It only pissed her off more that it proved he was right. She

needed to slow down on the drinks or risk making a scene before the bridal

party even arrived.

God, she hated when he was right.
Connor Shaw was a stupid, know-it-all bastard. He always had

some smartass remark for her. Always. He’d been Derek’s sidekick since the

sandbox days but Lulu did not consider him a friend. He was more of a nuisance,

an ache in her head that never quite went away. Case in point, he was here now,

standing far too close to her, wearing some sort of cologne that invaded her

personal space and made her stomach twist, and looking smug as hell because he

knew, knew, that every woman in the room was looking at him

now that he had her attention.

She hated him. Despised him even. But she couldn’t blame the

women in the room for staring.

He looked like an angel, all golden and gorgeous and he had

an obnoxious habit of always managing to stand directly in the path of the sun.

Even now, in the low light of evening, a spotlight of glowing orange beamed

through the windows above, highlighting his dark blonde hair and making it look

as if he were wearing a halo. Sometimes it seemed like the sun literally

revolved around him.

It was annoying as hell.
So was that knowing twinkle in his dazzling blue eyes.

Because he wasn’t just ridiculously good looking, he also knew he

was ridiculously good looking which made him just about the biggest kind of asshole

on the planet in her estimation. He knew the effect he had on 99% of women and

the fact that she fell into the 1% that didn’t go ga-ga over him seemed to give

him some weird sort of enjoyment, which only made him more infuriating.

“I mean, unless that’s your plan.” He leaned an elbow

against the bar beside her, edging even closer so that she had to force herself

not to pull away, to put more space between them, because she knew he’d take

her retreat as a win in their never-ending game of dare. “Liquid courage?”

“Go away, Shaw.”
His head tilted slightly as if he’d expected a different

response, “Drowning your sorrows then? Have you finally admitted to yourself

that you and Dare were never meant to be?”

Her jaw clenched because, as per usual, his assumption hit

far too close to home. She attributed Connor knowing so much about her to the

fact that they’d grown up together. He’d always been there, on the edges of her

friendship with Derek, watching. Judging. He saw parts of her that she’d

thought were well hidden from everyone, even Derek, especially Derek, but

somehow Connor had seen her infatuation with their friend and he seemed to take

absolute joy in calling her out on the stupidity of it.

“I said, go away.” She slipped her hand around the glass in

front of her without looking at him but a big, warm, roughly masculine hand

closed over hers, stopping her short.

Her breath caught at the contact and she silently cursed

herself for the physical reaction. It had been too long since anyone touched

her. Anyone. It didn’t have anything to do with this man no matter how gorgeous

he was. It was the alcohol and the moroseness that had overtaken her at the

thought of Derek getting married.

Derek. Married. To someone else.
Her blood chilled and she pulled her hand away from Connor,

carefully, so as not to spill the liquid in her glass. She glared at him when

he frowned and his eyebrows drew together. He was looking at her strangely, in

a way she couldn’t place and she glanced away before he saw something else she

didn’t want him to see.

“Just… slow down on the drinks, okay doll?”
“Don’t call me that.” She instantly flinched.
“Tell me you’ll slow down, at least until dinner is served

and you put some food in your system and I won’t call you that again.” His blue

eyes were serious and she felt something inside of her begin to splinter.

Was he actually trying to take care of her? This man that

taunted her constantly? That set her every nerve ending on edge? Was he trying

to make nice for once? Because he knew this must be hard on her?

She nodded, “Okay.”
He gave her a small, cautious smile, “Okay.”
“Okay.” She tipped her drink at him.
“Okay.” He said again and she rolled her eyes because she

knew he’d do this all night if she let him get away with it.

“You can go now.” She shooed him away, “Go find someone else

to play your mind games with, Shaw.”

“But playing with you is so much fun.”
She groaned, “If you stick around, I’m definitely going to

need another drink.”

Author Bio
Jess Bryant

is an avid indoorswoman. A city girl trapped in a country girl’s life, her

heart resides in Dallas but her soul and roots are in small town Oklahoma. She

enjoys manicures, the color pink, and her completely impractical for country

life stilettos. She believes that hair color is a legitimate form of therapy,

as is reading and writing romance. She started writing as a little girl but her

life changed forever when she stole a book from her aunt’s Harlequin collection

and she’s been creating love stories with happily ever afters ever since.

Jess holds

a degree in Public Relations from the University of Oklahoma and is a lifetime

supporter of her school and athletic teams. And why not? They have a ton of

National Championships! She may be a girlie girl but she knows her sports stats

and isn’t afraid to tell you that your school isn’t as cool as hers… or that

your sports romance got it all wrong.

For more

information on Jess and upcoming releases, contact her at or follow her on her many social media accounts for

news and shenanigans.

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