All Chapters of Becoming Mrs. Lockwood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Becoming Mrs. LockwoodCopyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author. Cover image licensed by Michelle Lancaster, model JJ MichaelsCover design by Lori Jackson Design EditorManda LeeVanessa BridgesMarti Lynch  Publication Date: January 30, 2017Genre: FICTION/Romance/ContemporaryISBN: 978-1-948284-22-6Copyright © 2017 K.I. LynnAll rights reserved

OUR FIRST OUTING IT WAS THE SAME AS the day before—rinse and then repeat. It wasn’t even ten and Mom was already in the casino, while I was in the lobby reading. We only had one more night left before heading home, and there was still so much I wanted to see.Sadly, it looked like I would be going home unfulfilled. It was a complete waste of a trip for me.“Did she leave you alone again?” a familiar, smooth voice called, coaxing me to look up from my book.I quirked my brow. “That obvious?”My jaw wanted to drop at that sight of him, but that would be too conspicuous. If I thought he looked good in the suit from the day before, it was nothing compared to how sexy he was standing in from of me in the low-rise jeans and fitted button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up that he was sporting.What God did I need to thank for seeing him again?“Fairly.” He chuckled and took the seat next to me.“Dang, and here I was trying to look all important and above it all, instead of

OUR MESS THE NEXT MORNING I AWOKE to something hard slamming into my forehead. Opening my eyes, cringing against the harsh light streaming in from the window, I found the offending item. Sitting on the ring finger of my left hand was a very large, pear shaped diamond ring.My eyes widened and I sat straight up. A bad idea as my head began to pound, and it suddenly felt very heavy. Unable to hold it up, I fell to the side to lie back down and burrow into my pillow. I was stopped before reaching the mattress by a warm, moving, soft body. The person I landed on groaned, his arms swinging to wrap around me.I froze, and so did the body, both of us halting our breath. Large hands roamed down my sides, then over the swell of my hips and butt.A deep groan escaped the chest beneath my head. How did this happen? My gaze flitted around, realizing that I was not in my hotel room. My eyes shot down, and I sighed when I found my dress was still on, and so was most of his suit, though h

OUR TRIP HOME THE ELECTRICITY FROM THE EXCITEMENT my mother stirred up had waned, and we were left with silence as we left Las Vegas and headed down the highway to Los Angeles, where Weston lived, in his car. The music was on low, and it lightened the mood a bit.“Am I the only one who thinks this is the most awkward moment?” Weston’s smooth voice spoke, breaking the heavy silence and my deep thoughts.“Nope,” I said, popping the “p” at the end.“Which is strange, because we were both so comfortable with each other yesterday.”“That was yesterday . . . before we got married,” I reminded him.His head hung and he let out a sigh, looking at me cautiously out of the corner of his eye.“Never, in a million years, did I ever expect to come home from a business trip in Vegas as a married man.” He shook his head. “Fuck.”“Why am I going with you?” I asked, yet again.“Because your mom has some serious voodoo,” he noted with a humorless chuckle.I nodded. “I still c

OUR FIRST NIGHT DINNER WAS ENJOYABLE, THE ATMOSPHERE from the previous night returning. Weston was sexy, playful, funny, and sweet. A deadly combination. Afterwards, we curled up in front of the TV and channel surfed, catching a few minutes of some reality show and a bit of a comedy movie. It was very relaxing, lying nestled into his side, his arm around me. I felt warm, safe, and cherished.That night, it didn’t feel like we’d only known each other for a few short days. Instead, it felt like years had passed and we were an average couple hunkered down for the evening. Two people just enjoying being together. I hoped that even after some time passed that feeling would continue, never to fade.When it was time for bed, he walked me upstairs and stopped in front of my bedroom door.“Goodnight,” he said as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.I didn’t want him to pull back. I wanted to continue feeling his body against mine and the comfort he provided. He looked betwe