All’s Fair in Love and Blood – A Romantic Comedy Novel Read Online Jennifer Peel

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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)

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All's Fair in Love and Blood - A Romantic Comedy Novel

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Jennifer Peel

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They are both out for blood, but could it end in love?

Scarlett Armstrong and Kane Hudson have a tangled past involving not only their families but their own failed love affair. Now, eight years later, to make things more complicated, they’re both in the running to become the next CEO of Scarlett’s family’s business, Armstrong Labs, a privately held blood plasma company. It all comes down to who presents the best business plan to the board of directors.

For Scarlett, it’s a matter of continuing her family’s legacy and hoping that her father will be proud of her once and for all. After all, she’s spent her entire life pushing her own dreams aside preparing for this role. And perhaps she would like a little sweet revenge against the man who stole her heart and never gave it back. Kane, on the other hand, is determined to reach his goal of becoming the CEO of a Fortune 500 company before his forty-fifth birthday and proving to Scarlett she’s meant to follow her own dreams.

But things don’t go according to plan for either Scarlett or Kane when they realize that perhaps they’re fighting for the wrong thing. With love and blood on the line, which one will come out on top?
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To: My children. The best examples of how dreams really do come true.

The Before

What is The Before? The Before is the summer before my senior year of college. It’s the summer Kane Hudson changed my life. The summer I learned to love myself. And the summer I fell deeply in love. The Before impacted me in ways I never could have imagined. Just like Kane Hudson did. He taught me more about life than anyone. Then he stole my heart and never gave it back. It wasn’t all he was going to take, but we will get to that in “The After.”

First, we must start at the beginning. The day Kane Hudson came crashing into my life. It all began at our parents’ wedding.

The Wedding

“Don’t fall. Don’t fall. Please don’t let me fall. What did that article say about walking in heels? It’s all about the posture? Am I standing tall?”

“Excuse me?” Garrett—the groomsman I was clinging to—asked out of the side of his mouth.

Did I say that out loud? “Nothing,” I squeaked.

How long is this aisle, anyway? If only I could see. Or maybe I should be happy I’m nearsighted and stepmother number seven thought I would look better without my glasses. It’s not like I wouldn’t be going to another one of my father’s weddings in the near future. Besides they’d all looked about the same: hundreds of flowers in varying shades, depending on the season. Though for some reason my father, Augustus Armstrong—or Auggie, as I call him because he doesn’t want to be called Dad or Daddy like most southerners prefer—liked to get married in May. So, usually the flowers were pastel in nature as they were today. Then there were typically myriads of candles in all shapes and sizes, making it smell like there was a massive séance going on. If only. That would probably be more fun. This wife, Eva, wanted to add arches between the pews and Auggie was happy to oblige. He spared no expense when it came to his weddings.

I was beginning to think my father needed a twelve-step program for wedding addiction. I had been a bridesmaid five times now and a flower girl twice. Perhaps Auggie did it so I would wear a dress at least every couple of years when he created a new future ex-wife. Regardless, I wasn’t sure I was going to survive this go-around.

Tight core and land on the ball of your foot first, I reminded myself. Unfortunately, I had nothing close to a tight core, as I was still happily holding on to the freshman fifteen and had never worn heels so high or SPANX—another requirement from the latest woman trying to fill my momma’s shoes. Though I didn’t know if my momma had ever worn heels. In fact, I didn’t know much about her at all, except she had died when I was one. Other than that, I knew only what I’d seen in the single picture I had of her. She was beautiful, with her willowy figure, golden-blonde hair, and forest-green eyes like mine. She wouldn’t have required SPANX, and no one would have ever said something to her like, “Scarlett, if you would only lose some of your baby fat, get some contacts, and get better control of your curls, you would be so pretty.”

Those words from Eva had been playing on repeat in my mind for the last several days. Being pretty is overrated, I tried to comfort myself. Eating cookies whenever I wanted to was much more fun. And I didn’t enjoy sticking things in my eyes. As far as my curls went, it would be easier to tame the ocean’s tide. Or at least that was the lie I told myself. Doing my hair was so time consuming, and I had better things to do—like studying. It was no easy feat scoring a 522 on the MCAT. Getting into the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine was my goal. Hopefully with that score I was one step closer.

Oh. Oh. Oh. There went the left ankle. The large audience gasped on my behalf as I faltered. Even the procession music the orchestra played came to a stop. Great. At least I couldn’t see them. I had to pause and grip Garrett, the unlucky groomsman and cousin of Kane—Eva’s son and my father’s best man. Kane made a good case for wanting to be pretty, but it seemed best not to think about it right now, as my legs were already unsteady enough. Besides, we hadn’t interacted much other than a few pleasantries. He’d seemed more interested in studying me whenever we’d been around each other. He probably thought I was odd. And he would be right. I shouldn’t care what he thought. I should be blaming him for this entire ordeal. Kane worked for my father, and one fateful day, his mother met him at the office for lunch and now here we were. I should be grateful, at least, that Eva wasn’t half my father’s age like the last train wreck.