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The Honeymoon from Hell Box Set

The first six books of the Honeymoon from Hell series, from Perfection to Double Dare, you can now see all their honeymoon’s from hell in one place.

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“But, what if we-”

“No,” he said firmly, trying not to smile, knowing that it would just set off another glaring fit.

“You could carry me on your back,” she rushed to explain before he could cut her off. “You wouldn’t even know that I was there!”

Sighing, he gently placed the bag of ice on her ankle and sat down on the bed next to her. “No.”


“You can’t leave this bed. The doctor told you that you had to stay off that foot for a few days,” he reminded her, wondering how he was going to make this up to her. They had five days left on their honeymoon, three of which Haley was confined to the bed thanks to a twisted ankle.

A tickle of unease crept up his spine as he looked at her swollen ankle as his father’s warning to wait a year before he took Haley on a honeymoon replayed in his head, making him wonder if maybe there was some truth to the curse after all. But, just as quickly he dismissed the notion. She’d taken her glasses off and tripped. That was all. It was something that he’d seen her do countless times and something that she would probably continue doing when they were old and grey.

Perhaps he should look into buying a lock to keep her glasses on her head…

“Look,” she said, leaning over and grabbed the ice pack off her ankle and tossed it aside so that she could swing her legs over the side of the bed, “my ankle is fine.”

“You don’t say,” he said dryly as he sat back on the bed and waited.

“It feels great,” she said with a huge smile, no doubt hoping that it would be enough to convince him that she was more than up for a day at the park.

It wasn’t, but he didn’t say anything. He just sat back and waited for it. With a little triumphant smile, she stood up, took a step, gasped in pain, hopped around a bit as she mumbled, “Ow, ouch, damn it, ouch!” before she finally returned to the bed, calmly sat back, put her foot back on the pillow, placed the ice pack on her ankle, sighed, and asked, “So, do you want to watch a movie?”

Chuckling, he grabbed the remote and handed it over to her.

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