The first time Stella met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. She had received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city. Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man Stella had ever laid eyes on. He asked her to dance, and their chemistry was off the charts. Stella knew it wasn't a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding she was at. But their connection was intense, and she was having a great time.
Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out Stella wasn't who she said she was. You see, that unexpected invitation she received. Well, it hadn't actually been addressed to Stella - it was sent to her ex-roommate who'd bounced a check for two months' rent and moved out in the middle of the night, but she guessed, technically, she was crashing the wedding.
Once caught, she couldn't get out of there fast enough. As Stella bolted for the door, she might've plucked a few bottle of expensive champagne off the tables she passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on her tail.
Outside, she jumped into a taxi. Her heart ricocheted against her ribs as they drove down the block-but at least she escaped unscathed. Or so Stella thought. Until she realized she'd left her cell phone behind at the table. Take one guess who found it.
I knew I wanted to read The Invitation as soon as I read the synopsis and even more once I read the book's sample. It was only once I actually started reading the book that my option of it changed. I thought The Invitation was going to go one way but it ended up going in a completely different direction. So much so I found myself not only unable to get into this book but also unable to even finish reading it. I'm not even sure if I fully made it halfway through before I finally just gave up with the whole thing.
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