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  To adopt a child, best friends conveniently tie the knot. But will they inconveniently fall in love?

  Since they were young, tech mogul Max Marquez and socialite Lizzie McQueen have always agreed on one thing: they’re just friends! But fate has thrown them a curveball in the form of a lovable orphan who needs a good home. To adopt the little boy, they must marry. And to marry, they must face the unthinkable: sharing a bedroom! Will they discover that their friendship is a facade for a deeper attraction, long denied, causing their arrangement to spin right off its axis?

  Paper Wedding, Best-Friend Bride is part of the Billionaire Brothers Club series.

  “We’re going to be awesome parents.”

  “The best,” he agreed. “And don’t worry about the wedding expenses. I’m going to pay for everything.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  “I want to.” He touched her cheek, then lifted his hand away. “But what am I going to do during the part of the ceremony where I’m supposed to kiss my bride?”

  She wet her lips, a bit too quickly. “You’ll have to kiss her, I guess.”

  “She’s going to have to kiss me back, too.”

  Her pulse fluttered at her neck, as soft as a butterfly, as sexy as a summer breeze. “Yes, she will.”

  As they both fell silent, she glanced away, trapped in feelings she couldn’t seem to control. She didn’t want to imagine what the wedding kiss was going to be like.

  Still, she wondered how it would unfold. Would he whisper something soft and soothing before he leaned into her? Would their mouths be slightly open, their eyes completely closed? Would she sigh and melt against him, like a princess being awakened by the wrong prince?

  Just thinking about it felt forbidden.

  * * *

  Paper Wedding, Best-Friend Bride is part of the Billionaire Brothers Club series—

  Three foster brothers grow up, get rich...and find the perfect woman.

  Dear Reader,

  I’ve been involved in small, intimate weddings, but I’ve never experienced the wonderful, wild, crazy, stressful adventure of planning a big ceremony. Of course, I’ve planned and created lots of different types of weddings for the characters in my books.

  This story contains a whirlwind high-society wedding. Mostly I enjoyed choosing the dress and the wedding colors. The flowers, too, since they were part of a special garden that was planted for the occasion. Oh, and the rings. That was a fascinating and highly significant aspect, as well.

  Also, there is quite a bit of symbolism related to the wedding in this book. You’ll know what I mean when you come across those portions in the plot.

  I would love to hear from you about your wedding or any other weddings that you helped plan. Were you the bride, maid of honor, a bridesmaid or the mother of the bride? What styles of dresses did the bride and bridesmaids wear? What were the colors? Did you use a wedding planner or did you do it all on your own? In what season did the ceremony take place? What type of reception was arranged? Tell me all of it! I want to know, as I’m certain that I will be planning more “book” weddings in the future.

  Love and Hugs,

  Sheri WhiteFeather

  SHERI WHITEFEATHER

  Paper Wedding, Best-Friend Bride

  Sheri WhiteFeather is an award-winning, bestselling author. She writes a variety of romance novels for Harlequin and is known for incorporating Native American elements into her stories. She has two grown children, who are tribally enrolled members of the Muscogee Creek Nation. She lives in California and enjoys shopping in vintage stores and visiting art galleries and museums. Sheri loves to hear from her readers at sheriwhitefeather.com.

  Books by Sheri WhiteFeather

  Harlequin Desire

  Marriage of Revenge

  The Morning-After Proposal

  Billionaire Brothers Club

  Waking Up with the Boss

  Single Mom, Billionaire Boss

  Paper Wedding, Best-Friend Bride

  Harlequin Special Edition

  Family Renewal

  The Bachelor’s Baby Dilemma

  Lost and Found Husband

  Lost and Found Father

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  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Excerpt from Seduce Me, Cowboy by Maisey Yates

  One

  Lizzie McQueen emerged from a graceful dip in Max Marquez’s black-bottom pool, water glistening on her bikini-clad body.

  Reminiscent of a slow-motion scene depicted in a movie, she stepped onto the pavement and reached for a towel, and he watched every long-legged move she made. While she dried herself off, he swigged his root beer and pretended that he wasn’t checking out her perfectly formed cleavage or gold pierced navel or—

  “Come on, Max, quit giving me the look.”

  Caught in the act, he dribbled the stupid drink down his chin. She shook her head and tossed him her towel. He cursed beneath his breath and wiped his face.

  The look was code for when either of them ogled the other in an inappropriate manner. They’d agreed quite a while ago that sex, or anything that could possibly lead to it, was off the table. They cared too much about each other to ruin their friendship with a few deliciously hot romps in the sack. Even now, at thirty years old, they held a platonic promise between them.

  She smoothed back her fiery red hair, placed a big, floppy hat on her head and stretched out on the chaise next to him. Max lived in a 1930s Beachwood Canyon mansion, and Lizzie resided in an ultra-modern condo. She spent more time at his place than he did at hers because he preferred it that way. His Los Angeles lair was bigger, badder and much more private.

  He returned the towel, only now it had his soda stain on it. She rolled her eyes, and they shared a companionable grin.

  He handed her a bottle of sunscreen. “You better reapply this.”

  She sighed. “Me and my sensitive skin.”

  He liked her ivory complexion. But he’d seen her get some nasty sunburns, too. He didn’t envy her that. She slathered on the lotion, and he considered how they’d met during their senior year in high school. They were being paired up on a chemistry project, and, even then, she’d struck him as a debutant-type girl.

  Later he’d learned that she was originally from Savannah, Georgia, with ties to old money. In that regard, his assessment of her had been correct, and just being near her had sent his boyhood longings into a tailspin. Not only was she gorgeous; she was everything he’d wanted to be: rich, prestigious, popular.

  But Max had bottomed out on the other end of the spectrum: a skinny, dorky Native American foster kid with a genius IQ and gawky social skills, leaving him open to scorn and ridicule.

  Of course, Lizzie’s life hadn’t been as charmed as he’d assumed it was. Once he’d gotten
to know her, she’d revealed her deepest, darkest secrets to him, just as he’d told her his.

  Supposedly during that time, when they were pouring their angst-riddled hearts out to each other, she’d actually formed a bit of a crush on him. But even till this day, he found that hard to fathom. In what alternate universe did prom queens get infatuated with dorks?

  She peered at him from beneath the fashionable brim of her pale beige hat. Her bathing suit was a shimmering shade of copper with a leopard-print trim, and her meticulously manicured nails were painted a soft warm pink. Every lovely thing about her purred, “trust fund heiress,” which was exactly what she was.

  “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

  He casually answered, “What a nerd I used to be.”

  She teased him with a smile. “As opposed to the sexy billionaire you are today?”

  “Right.” He laughed a little. “Because nothing says beefcake like a software designer and internet entrepreneur.”

  She moved her gaze along the muscle-whipped length of his body. “You’ve done all right for yourself.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Now who’s giving who the look?”

  She shrugged off her offense. “You shouldn’t have become such a hottie if you didn’t want to get noticed.”

  That wasn’t the reason he’d bulked up, and she darned well knew it. Sure, he’d wanted to shed his nerdy image, but he’d started hitting the gym after high school for more than aesthetic purposes. His favorite sport was boxing. Sometimes he shadowboxed and sometimes he pounded the crap out of a heavy bag. But mostly he did it to try to pummel the demons that plagued him. He was a runner, too. So was Lizzie. They ran like a tornado was chasing them. Or their pasts, which was pretty much the same thing.

  “Beauty and the brainiac,” he said. “We were such a teenage cliché.”

  “Why, because you offered to tutor me when I needed it? That doesn’t make us a cliché. Without your help, I would never have gotten my grades up to par or attended my mother’s alma mater.”

  Silent, Max nodded. She’d also been accepted into her mom’s old sorority, which had been another of her goals. But none of that had brought her the comfort she’d sought.

  “The twentieth anniversary is coming up,” she said.

  Of her mom’s suicide, he thought. Lizzie was ten when her high-society mother had swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills. “I’m sorry you keep reliving it.” She mentioned it every year around this time, and even now he could see her childhood pain.

  She put the sunscreen aside, placing it on a side table, where her untouched iced tea sat. “I wish I could forget about her.”

  “I know.” He couldn’t get his mom out of his head, either, especially the day she’d abandoned him, leaving him alone in their run-down apartment. He was eight years old, and she’d parked him in front of the TV, warning him to stay there until she got back. She was only supposed to be gone for a few hours, just long enough to score the crack she routinely smoked. Max waited for her return, but she never showed up. Scared out of his young mind, he’d fended for himself for three whole days, until he’d gone to a neighbor for help. “My memories will probably never stop haunting me, either.”

  “We do have our issues.”

  “Yeah, we do.” Max was rescued and placed in foster care, and a warrant was issued for his mom’s arrest. But she’d already hit the road with her latest loser boyfriend, where she’d partied too hard and overdosed before the police caught up with her.

  “What would you say to your mother if she was still alive?” Lizzie asked.

  “Nothing.”

  “You wouldn’t tell her off?”

  “No.” He wouldn’t say a single word to her.

  “You wouldn’t even ask her why she used to hurt you?”

  Max shook his head. There wasn’t an answer in the world that would make sense, so what would be the point? When Mom hadn’t been kicking him with her cheap high heels or smacking him around, she’d taken to burning him with cigarette butts and daring him not to cry. But her most common form of punishment was locking him in his closet, where she’d told him that the Lakota two-faced monsters dwelled.

  The legends about these humanoid creatures varied. In some tales, it was a woman who’d been turned into this type of being after trying to seduce the sun god. One of her faces was beautiful, while the other was hideous. In other stories, it was a man with a second face on the back of his head. Making eye contact with him would get you tortured and killed. Cannibalism and kidnapping were among his misdeeds, too, with a malevolent glee for preying on misbehaving children.

  The hours Max had spent in his darkened closet, cowering from the monsters and praying for his drugged-out mother to remove the chair that barred the door, would never go away.

  He cleared his throat and said, “Mom’s worst crime was her insistence that she loved me. But you already know all this.” He polished off the last of his root beer and crushed the can between his palms, squeezing the aluminum down to nearly nothing. He repeated another thing she already knew. “I swear, I never want to hear another woman say that to me again.”

  “I could do without someone saying that to me, too. Sure, love is supposed to be the cure-all, but not for...”

  “People like us?”

  She nodded, and he thought about how they tumbled in and out of affairs. Max went through his lovers like wine. Lizzie wasn’t any better. She didn’t get attached to her bedmates, either.

  “At least I have my charity work,” she said.

  He was heavily involved in nonprofits, too, with it being a significant part of his life. “Do you think it’s enough?”

  “What?” She raised her delicately arched brows. “Helping other people? Of course it is.”

  “Then why am I still so dissatisfied?” He paused to study the sparkling blue of her eyes and the way her hair was curling in damp waves around her shoulders. “And why are you still stressing over your mom’s anniversary?”

  She picked up her tea, sipped, put it back down. “We’re only human.”

  “I know. But I should be ashamed of myself for feeling this way. I got everything I ever wanted. I mean, seriously, look at this place.” He scowled at his opulent surroundings. How rich and privileged and spoiled could he be?

  “I thought your sabbatical helped.” She seemed to be evaluating how long he’d been gone, separating himself from her and everyone else.

  He’d taken nearly a year off to travel the world, to search for inner peace. He’d also visited hospitals and orphanages and places where he’d hoped to make a difference. “The most significant part of that experience was the months I spent in Nulah. It’s a small island country in the South Pacific. I’d never been there before, so I didn’t really know what to expect. Anyway, what affected me was this kid I came across in an orphanage there. A five-year-old boy named Tokoni.”

  She cocked her head. “Why haven’t you mentioned him before now?”

  “I don’t know.” He conjured up an image of the child’s big brown eyes and dazzling smile. “Maybe I was trying to keep him to myself a little longer and imagine him with the family his mother wanted him to have. When he was two, she left him at the orphanage, hoping that someone would adopt him and give him a better life. She wasn’t abusive to him, like my mother was to me. She just knew that she couldn’t take proper care of him. Nulah is traditional in some areas, with old-world views, and rough and dangerous in others. It didn’t used to be so divided, but it started suffering from outside influences.”

  “Like drugs and prostitution and those sorts of things?”

  “Yes, and Tokoni’s mother lived in a seedy part of town and was struggling to find work. She’d already lost her family in a boating accident, so there was no one left to help her.”

  “What
about the boy’s father?” she asked. “How does he fit into this?”

  “He was an American tourist who made all sorts of promises, saying he was going to bring her to the States and marry her. But in the end, he didn’t do anything, except ditch her and the kid.”

  “Oh, how awful.” Lizzie’s voice broke a little. “That makes me sad for her, living on a shattered dream, waiting for a man to whisk her away.”

  It disturbed Max, too. “She kept in touch with the orphanage for a while, waiting to see if Tokoni ever got a permanent home, but then she caught pneumonia and died. The old lady who operates the place told me the story. It’s a private facility that survives on charity. I already donated a sizable amount to help keep them on track.”

  She made a thoughtful expression. “I can write an article about them to drum up more support, if you want.”

  “That would be great.” Max appreciated the offer. Lizzie hosted a successful philanthropy blog with tons of noble-hearted followers. “I just wish someone would adopt Tokoni. He’s the coolest kid, so happy all the time.” So different from how Max was as a child. “He’s at the age where he talks about getting adopted and thinks it’s going to happen. He’s been working on this little picture book, with drawings of the mommy and daddy he’s convinced he’s going to have. They’re just stick figures with smiley faces, but to him, they’re real.”

  “Oh, my goodness.” She tapped a hand against her heart. “That’s so sweet.”

  “He’s a sweet kid. I’ve been wanting to return to the island to see him again. Just to let him know that I haven’t forgotten about him.”

  “Then you should plan another trip soon.”

  “Yeah, I should.” Max could easily rearrange his schedule to make it happen. “Hey, here’s an idea. Do you want to come to Nulah with me to meet him?” He suspected that Lizzie could manage her time to accommodate a trip, as well. She’d always been a bit of a jet-setter, a spontaneous society girl ready to leave town on a whim. But mostly she traveled for humanitarian causes, so this was right up her alley. “While we’re there, you can interview the woman who operates the orphanage for the feature you’re going to do on your blog.”