The Ambush Wedding
(2026)(A book in the Holidays with the Lone Star Mavericks Motorcycle Club series)
A Story by Rachel Esterline
He's been ambushed before. Never by a woman in lace.
Reaper, the lethal VP of the Lone Star Mavericks MC, hates the holidays. He’s spent nearly forty Decembers waiting for the month to end. But now he has a house full of tinsel and an old lady who’s made the season her entire personality.
Eva has never met a challenge she couldn’t spin. Her fiancé’s Scrooge-level loathing of the holidays is just one more crisis in need of a strategy.
So she’s planning a Christmas wedding. At the Mavericks’ annual Christmas Bash. On Friday. Without telling the groom.
Her best friend calls it an ambush wedding. She thinks it’s the surprise that could make him forget the Christmases of his dark past.
The Ambush Wedding is a spicy holiday romantic comedy featuring Reaper and Eva from Reaper & The Lioness. This novella can be read as a standalone, or enjoyed after reading the series.
Tropes include:
Reaper, the lethal VP of the Lone Star Mavericks MC, hates the holidays. He’s spent nearly forty Decembers waiting for the month to end. But now he has a house full of tinsel and an old lady who’s made the season her entire personality.
Eva has never met a challenge she couldn’t spin. Her fiancé’s Scrooge-level loathing of the holidays is just one more crisis in need of a strategy.
So she’s planning a Christmas wedding. At the Mavericks’ annual Christmas Bash. On Friday. Without telling the groom.
Her best friend calls it an ambush wedding. She thinks it’s the surprise that could make him forget the Christmases of his dark past.
The Ambush Wedding is a spicy holiday romantic comedy featuring Reaper and Eva from Reaper & The Lioness. This novella can be read as a standalone, or enjoyed after reading the series.
Tropes include:
- Motorcycle club
Surprise wedding
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Genre: Romance
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