A Very Dirty Wedding
by Sabrina Paige
DEDICATION
To all my dirty little readers who love Prick (And I don’t just mean the book. Wink). This is for you.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I hope you enjoy this collection that includes the sequel to Prick (A Very Dirty Wedding) as well as Prick, Tool, and Cannon.
The novella is NOT a standalone. It is a sequel to Prick and should be read AFTER reading Prick. For that reason, I included only a chapter-long preview of the novella at the beginning of this collection so that the sample could be viewed in Amazon's previewer on the product page, but placed the entire novella after Prick, to ensure it's very clear that this is a sequel.
Warning: If you haven't read Prick yet, please skip the novella preview as well, because it does contain spoilers! Read Prick first, and then continue to the novella.
As something extra-special, I've added some fun, smutty bonus scenes to Prick, Tool, and Cannon (yep, more sex is just what those books needed!). I placed the bonus scenes where they belong in each book so it’s a smoother transition for people who've not read the books before, or who want to re-read the books with the bonus scenes included. If you prefer to read the bonus scenes ONLY but not the books, I've marked those scenes clearly in the Table of Contents so you can find them.
And as always, I’m late with this. I intended to get this out in early December, but life got in the way. I hope the wait is worth it!
Enjoy!
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PREVIEW OF A VERY DIRTY WEDDING
KATE
"Merry Effing Christmas."
The sound of Caulter's voice cuts through the quiet stillness of the Boston apartment, and I smile.
That voice.
His voice.
I haven’t gotten tired of hearing it yet, not once in the past four years since we’ve officially been together.
It feels warm. It feels like home.
Even if that voice is saying something like Merry Effing Christmas. The effing part is actually kind of endearing, since Caulter has been making an attempt to tone down his filthy mouth before the baby gets here.
That’s right -- I'm pregnant. With Caulter Sterling's baby.
Never in my life did I think I would be speaking those words.
When I was in high school, if anyone would have told me that Caulter Sterling, Brighton Academy’s Manwhore Extraordinaire, would end up being my husband, I'd have doubled over with laughter.
Scratch that. I’d have probably slapped the person who said something that obscene.
I’d say I used to hate Caulter Sterling, but that would be an understatement. Back in high school, that boy was the bane of my existence, alternating between making lewd comments designed solely to get a rise out of me and being just downright insulting.
Then I hooked up with him.
It wasn’t one of my finer moments. But I was determined not to go to college with my virginity intact, and Caulter was up for the job of deflowering me.
Pun very much intended, of course.
And the sex…well, I just couldn’t get him out of my head. I craved his touch. Even if I could barely stand him.
And then I slept with him again – despite hating him. Okay, I slept with him a lot. That part was really good.
And finally, I fell in love with him.
Now I'm pregnant, and we're getting married.
That is a real life fairytale, folks.
"Earth to Kate." Caulter's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I spin around, a pre-lit pine garland in my hands.
“Sorry,” I say, shaking off the feeling of nostalgia as I reach back to place the garland over the mantle.
“You looked like you were lost in thought,” he says. “You’re not having second thoughts about all of this, are you?”
He's asking if I'm having second thoughts about the wedding and the baby.
I cock my head to the side and pretend to be contemplating my answer, but in reality I’m standing here checking out my fiancé. Caulter still remains that bad boy from high school, but he’s grown up into someone far more attractive than he was back then.
And not just physically, either – although my soon-to-be husband is pretty damn hot, if I do say so myself. He still has that rough-around-the-edges look, with his dark hair and brooding eyes, but all of that has mellowed out slightly the past few years.
He’s growing into the kind of man I think will be a great father.
“You’re pausing for an awful long time,” Caulter says. He crosses the room and slips his arms around me, my ever-expanding belly pressing against him. When he looks down at me with his lips hovering close to mine, my heart races, the same way it has since the first time he kissed me.
“I’m considering all of my options,” I tease.
“Oh?” he whispers. “Is that the case? Maybe I need to remind you why you're marrying me."