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The Invitation by Vi Keeland<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n

Title: The Invitation
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 18 January 2021<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Summary:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first time I met Hudson Rothschild was at a wedding. I\u2019d received an unexpected invitation to one of the swankiest venues in the city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hudson was a groomsman and quite possibly the most gorgeous man I\u2019d ever laid eyes on. He asked me to dance, and our chemistry was off the charts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew it wasn\u2019t a good idea to get involved with him, considering the wedding I was at. But our connection was intense, and I was having a great time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Though the fun came to a screeching halt when Hudson figured out I wasn\u2019t who I\u2019d said I was. You see, that unexpected invitation I received? Well, it hadn\u2019t actually been addressed to me\u2014it was sent to my ex-roommate who\u2019d bounced a check for two months\u2019 rent and moved out in the middle of the night. I figured she owed me an expensive night out, but I guess, technically, I was crashing the wedding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once caught, I couldn\u2019t get out of there fast enough. As I bolted for the door, I might\u2019ve plucked a few bottles of expensive champagne off the tables I passed, all while the gorgeous, angry groomsman was hot on my tail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Outside, I jumped into a taxi. My heart ricocheted against my ribs as we drove down the block\u2014but at least I\u2019d escaped unscathed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Or so I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until I realized I\u2019d left my cell phone behind at the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Take one guess who found it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is the crazy story of how Hudson Rothschild and I met. But trust me, it\u2019s only the tip of the iceberg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A new, sexy standalone from #1\u00a0New York Times<\/em>\u00a0Bestseller, Vi Keeland.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Invitation Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

CHAPTER 1<\/strong>
Stella<\/strong>
\u00a0\u201cI can\u2019t do this\u2026\u201d I stopped halfway up the marble staircase.
Fisher paused a few steps ahead of me. He walked back down to where I stood. \u201cSure you can. Remember the time we were in sixth grade and you had to make that presentation about your favorite president? You were a nervous wreck. You thought you were going to forget everything you\u2019d memorized and be standing there with everyone staring at you.\u201d
\u201cYes, what about it?\u201d
\u201cWell, this is no different. You got through that, didn\u2019t you?\u201d
Fisher had lost his mind. \u201cMy fears\u00a0all came true<\/em>\u00a0that day. I got up in front of the blackboard and started to sweat. I couldn\u2019t remember a single word I\u2019d written. Everyone in the class stared, and then\u00a0you<\/em>\u00a0heckled me.\u201d
Fisher nodded. \u201cExactly. Your worst fear came true, and yet you lived to see another day. In fact, that day turned out to be the best day of your life.\u201d
I shook my head, bewildered. \u201cHow so?\u201d
\u201cThat was the first time we\u2019d ever been in the same class. I thought you were just another annoying girl like the rest of them. But after school that day, you ripped into me for teasing you while you were trying to do your presentation. That made me realize you\u00a0weren\u2019t<\/em>\u00a0like the other girls. And that very day I decided we were going to be best friends.\u201d
I shook my head. \u201cI didn\u2019t speak to you for the rest of the school year.\u201d
Fisher shrugged. \u201cYeah, but I won you over the next year, didn\u2019t I? And right now you feel a little calmer than you did two minutes ago, don\u2019t you?\u201d
I sighed. \u201cI guess I do.\u201d
He held out his tuxedo-clad elbow. \u201cShall we go in?\u201d
I swallowed. As terrified as I was of what we were about to do, I also couldn\u2019t wait to see what the inside of the library looked like all done up for a wedding. I\u2019d spent countless hours sitting on these steps, wondering about the people walking by.
Fisher waited patiently with his elbow out while I debated another minute. Finally, with another loud sigh, I took his arm. \u201cIf we wind up in jail, you\u2019re going to have to come up with the bail money for both of us. I\u2019m way too broke.\u201d
He flashed his movie-star smile. \u201cDeal.\u201d
As we climbed the remaining steps to the doors of the New York Public Library, I went over all of the details we\u2019d discussed in the Uber on the way here. Our names for the evening were Evelyn Whitley and Maximilian Reynard. Max was in real estate\u2014his family owned Reynard Properties\u2014and I\u2019d gotten my MBA at Wharton and recently moved back to the City. We both lived on the Upper East Side\u2014at least that part was true.
Two uniformed waiters wearing white gloves stood at the towering entrance doors. One held a tray of champagne flutes, and the other a clipboard. Though my legs somehow kept going, my heart felt like it was trying to escape from my chest and take off in the opposite direction.
\u201cGood evening.\u201d The waiter with the clipboard nodded. \u201cMay I have your names, please?\u201d
Fisher didn\u2019t flinch as he doled out the first of what would be a night full of lies.
The man, who I noticed had an earpiece in, scanned his list and nodded. He held a hand out for us to enter, and his partner handed us each bubbly. \u201cWelcome. The ceremony will take place in the rotunda. Seating for the bride is on your left.\u201d
\u201cThank you,\u201d Fisher said. As soon as we were out of earshot, he leaned close. \u201cSee? Easy peasy.\u201d He sipped his champagne. \u201cOooh, this is good<\/em>.\u201d
I had no idea how he was so calm. Then again, I also had no idea how he\u2019d managed to talk me into this insanity. Two months ago, I\u2019d come home from work to find Fisher, who was also my neighbor, raiding my refrigerator for leftovers\u2014a common occurrence. As he ate two-day-old chicken Milanese, I\u2019d sat at the kitchen table sorting through my mail and having a glass of wine. While we talked, I\u2019d sliced open the back of an oversized envelope without checking the address on the front. The most stunning wedding invitation had been inside\u2014black and white with raised gold leaf. It was like a gilded work of art. And the wedding was at the\u00a0New York Public Library,<\/em>\u00a0of all places\u2014right near my old office and where I\u2019d often sat and had my lunch on the iconic stairs. I hadn\u2019t visited in at least a year, so I was seriously pumped to get to go to a wedding there.
Though I\u2019d had no idea whose wedding it was\u2014a distant relative I\u2019d forgotten, maybe? The names weren\u2019t even vaguely familiar. When I turned the envelope over, I quickly realized why. I\u2019d opened my ex-roommate\u2019s mail.\u00a0Ugh<\/em>. That figured. It wasn\u2019t me who was invited to a fairytale wedding at one of my favorite places in the world.
But after a couple of glasses of wine, Fisher had convinced me it\u00a0should\u00a0<\/em>be me going, and not Evelyn. It was the least my deadbeat ex-roommate could do for me, he\u2019d said. After all, she\u2019d snuck out in the middle of the night, taken some of my favorite shoes with her, and the check she\u2019d left behind for the two months of back rent she owed had bounced. At a minimum, I ought to get to attend a ritzy, thousand-dollars-a-plate wedding, rather than her. Lord knew none of my friends were ever getting married at a venue like that. By the time we\u2019d polished off the second bottle of merlot, Fisher had decided we would go in Evelyn\u2019s place\u2014crash the wedding for a fun night out, compliments of my no-good former roomie. Fisher had even filled out the response card, writing that two guests would attend, and slipped it into his back pocket to mail the next day.
I\u2019d honestly forgotten all about our drunken plans until two weeks ago when Fisher came home with a tuxedo he\u2019d borrowed from a friend for the upcoming nuptials. I\u2019d balked and told him I wasn\u2019t going to crash some expensive wedding for people I didn\u2019t know, and he\u2019d done what he always did: gotten me to think his bad idea wasn\u2019t really that bad.
Until now. I stood in the middle of the sprawling lobby of what was probably a two-hundred-thousand-dollar wedding and felt like I might literally pee my pants.
\u201cDrink your champagne,\u201d Fisher said. \u201cIt\u2019ll help you relax a bit and put some color back in your cheeks. You look like you\u2019re about to attempt to tell the class why you like John Quincy Adams so much.\u201d
I squinted at Fisher, though he smiled back, undeterred. I was certain nothing was going to help me loosen up. But nevertheless, I gulped back the contents of my glass.
Fisher tucked one hand casually into his trouser pocket and looked around with his head held high, like he didn\u2019t have a fear in the world. \u201cI haven\u2019t seen my old friend\u00a0party animal Stella<\/em>\u00a0in a long time,\u201d he said. \u201cMight she come out to play tonight?\u201d
I handed him my empty champagne flute. \u201cShut up and go find me another glass before I bolt.\u201d
He chuckled. \u201cNo problem,\u00a0Evelyn.<\/em>\u00a0You just sit tight and try not to blow our cover before we even get to see the beautiful bride.\u201d
\u201cBeautiful? You don\u2019t even know what she looks like.\u201d
\u201cAll brides look beautiful. That\u2019s why they wear a veil\u2014so you can\u2019t see the ugly ones, and everything is magical on their special day.\u201d
\u201cThat\u2019s so romantic.\u201d
Fisher winked. \u201cNot everyone can be as pretty as me.\u201d
Three glasses of champagne helped calm me enough to sit through the wedding ceremony. And the bride definitely didn\u2019t need a veil. Olivia Rothschild\u2014or Olivia Royce, as she would be now\u2014was gorgeous. I got a little teary eyed watching the groom say his vows. It was a shame the happy couple weren\u2019t really my friends, because one of their groomsmen was insanely attractive. I might\u2019ve daydreamed that Livi\u2014that\u2019s what I called her in my head\u2014would fix me up with her new hubby\u2019s buddy. But alas, tonight was a ruse, and I was no Cinderella story.
The cocktail hour took place in a beautiful room I\u2019d never been in. I studied the artwork on the ceiling as I waited at the bar for my drink. Fisher had told me he needed to use the restroom, but I had a feeling he\u2019d really snuck off to talk to the handsome waiter who had been eyeing him since we\u2019d walked in.
\u201cHere you go, miss.\u201d The bartender slid a drink over to me.
\u201cThank you.\u201d I took a quick look around to see if anyone was paying attention before dipping my nose inside the glass and taking a deep sniff.\u00a0Definitely not what I ordered.<\/em>
\u201cUmmm, excuse me. Is it possible you made this with Beefeater gin and not Hendricks?\u201d
The bartender frowned. \u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d
I sniffed a second time, now certain he\u2019d made it wrong.
A man\u2019s voice to my left caught me off guard. \u201cYou didn\u2019t even taste it, yet you think he poured the wrong gin?\u201d
I smiled politely. \u201cBeefeater is made with juniper, orange peels, bitter almond, and blended teas, which produces a licorice taste. Hendricks is made of juniper, rose, and cucumber. There\u2019s a different smell to each.\u201d
\u201cAre you drinking it straight or on the rocks?\u201d
\u201cNeither. It\u2019s a gin martini, so it has vermouth.\u201d
\u201cBut you think you can smell that he used the wrong gin, without even tasting it?\u201d\u00a0 The guy\u2019s voice made it clear he didn\u2019t think I could.
\u201cI have a very good sense of smell.\u201d
The man looked over my shoulder. \u201cHey, Hudson, I got a hundred bucks that says she can\u2019t tell the difference between the two gins if we line them up.\u201d
A second man\u2019s voice came from my right, this one behind my shoulder a bit. The sound was deep, yet velvety and smooth\u2014sort of like the gin the bartender\u00a0should\u2019ve\u00a0<\/em>used to make my drink.
\u201cMake it two hundred, and you\u2019re on.\u201d
Turning to get a look at the man willing to wager on my abilities, I felt my eyes widen.
Oh. Wow<\/em>. The gorgeous guy from the bridal party. I\u2019d stared at him during most of the wedding. He was handsome from afar, but up close he was breathtaking in a way that made my belly flutter\u2014dark hair, tanned skin, a chiseled jawline, and luscious, full lips. The way his hair was styled\u2014slicked back and parted to the side\u2014reminded me of an old-time movie star. What I hadn\u2019t been able to see from the back row during the ceremony was the intensity of his ocean blue eyes. Those were currently scanning my face like I was a book.
I cleared my throat. \u201cYou\u2019re going to bet two-hundred dollars that I can identify gin?\u201d
The gorgeous man stepped forward, and my olfactory sense perked up.\u00a0Now\u00a0<\/em>that\u00a0smells better than any gin<\/em>. I wasn\u2019t sure if it was his cologne or some sort of a body wash, but whatever it was, it took everything in my power to not lean toward him and take a deep whiff. The sinfully sexy man smelled as good as he looked. That pairing was my kryptonite.
There was a hint of amusement in his voice. \u201cAre you telling me it\u2019s a bad bet?\u201d
I shook my head and turned back to speak to his friend. \u201cI\u2019ll play along with your little bet, but I\u2019m in for two hundred, too.\u201d
When my eyes returned to the handsome man on my right, the corner of his lip twitched just slightly. \u201cNice<\/em>.\u201d He lifted his chin to his friend. \u201cTell the bartender to pour a shot of Beefeater and a shot of Hendricks. Line \u2019em up in front of her, and don\u2019t let us know which is which.\u201d
A minute later, I lifted the first shot glass and sniffed. It honestly wasn\u2019t even necessary for me to smell the other, though I did it anyway, just to be safe.\u00a0Damn<\/em>\u2026 I should\u2019ve bet more. This was too easy, like taking candy from a baby. I slid one shot glass forward and spoke to the waiting bartender. \u201cThis one is the Hendricks.\u201d
The bartender looked impressed. \u201cShe\u2019s right.\u201d
\u201cDamn it,\u201d the guy who had started this game huffed. He dug into his front pocket, pulled out an impressive billfold, and peeled off four hundred-dollar bills. Tossing them in our direction on top of the bar, he shook his head. \u201cI\u2019ll win it back by Monday.\u201d
Gorgeous Guy smiled at me as he collected his cash. Once I took mine, he lowered his head to whisper in my ear.
\u201cNice job.\u201d
Oh my.<\/em>\u00a0His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine. It had been way too long since I\u2019d had contact with a man. Sadly, my knees felt a little weak. But I forced myself to ignore it. \u201cThank you.\u201d
He reached around me to the bar and lifted one of the shots. Bringing it to his nose, he sniffed before setting it back down and smelling the other.
\u201cI don\u2019t smell anything different.\u201d
\u201cThat just means you have a normal sense of smell.\u201d
\u201cAh, I see. And yours is\u2026extraordinary?\u201d
I smiled. \u201cWhy yes, it is.\u201d
He looked amused as he passed me one of the shots and held the other up in toast. \u201cTo being extraordinary,\u201d he said.
I wasn\u2019t generally a shot drinker, but what the hell? I clinked my glass with his before knocking it back. Maybe the alcohol would help settle the nerves this man seemed to have jolted awake.
I set my empty shot glass on the bar next to his. \u201cI take it this is something the two of you do on a regular basis, since your friend plans to win it back by Monday?\u201d
\u201cJack\u2019s family and mine have been friends since we were kids. But the betting started when we went to the same college. I\u2019m a Notre Dame fan, and he\u2019s a USC fan. We were broke back then, so we used to bet a Taser zap on games.\u201d
\u201cA Taser zap?\u201d
\u201cHis father was a cop. He gave him a Taser to keep under his car seat just in case. But I don\u2019t think he envisioned his son taking hits of fifty-thousand volts when a last-minute interception made his team lose.\u201d
I shook my head. \u201cThat\u2019s a little crazy.\u201d
\u201cDefinitely not our wisest decision. At least I won a lot more than he did. A little brain damage might help explain some of his choices in college.\u201d
I laughed. \u201cSo today was just a continuation of that pattern, then?\u201d
\u201cPretty much.\u201d He smiled and extended his hand. \u201cI\u2019m Hudson, by the way.\u201d
\u201cNice to meet you. I\u2019m St\u2014\u201d I caught myself in the nick of time. \u201cI\u2019m Evelyn.\u201d
\u201cSo are you a gin aficionado, Evelyn? Is that why I didn\u2019t smell anything different between the two?\u201d
I smiled. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t consider myself an aficionado of gin, no. To be honest, I mostly drink wine. But did I mention my occupation? I\u2019m a fragrance chemist\u2014a perfumist.\u201d
\u201cYou make perfume?\u201d
I nodded. \u201cAmong other things. I developed scents for a cosmetics and fragrance company for six years. Sometimes it was a new perfume, other times it was the scent for a wipe that removes makeup, or maybe a cosmetic that needs a more pleasant smell.\u201d
\u201cPretty sure I never met a perfumist before.\u201d
I smiled. \u201cIs it as exciting as you\u2019d hoped?\u201d
He chuckled. \u201cWhat exactly is the training for a job like that?\u201d
\u201cWell, I have a chemistry degree. But you can have all the education you want, and you still won\u2019t be able to do the job unless you also have hyperosmia.\u201d
\u201cAnd that is\u2026\u201d
\u201cAn enhanced ability to smell odors, an increased olfactory acuity.\u201d
\u201cSo you\u2019re good at smelling shit?\u201d
I laughed. \u201cExactly.\u201d
A lot of people think they have a good sense of smell, but they don\u2019t really understand how heightened the sense is for someone with hyperosmia. Demonstrating always worked best. Plus, I really wanted to know what cologne he was wearing. So, I leaned in and took a deep inhale of Hudson.
Exhaling, I said, \u201cDove soap.\u201d
He didn\u2019t look completely sold. \u201cYes, but that\u2019s a pretty common soap choice.\u201d
I smiled. \u201cYou didn\u2019t let me finish. Dove Cool Moisture. It\u2019s got cucumber and green tea in it\u2014also a common ingredient in gins, by the way. And you use L\u2019Oreal Elvive shampoo, same as me. I can smell gardenia tahitensis flower extract, rosa canina flower extract, and a slight hint of coconut oil. Oh, and you use Irish Spring deodorant. I don\u2019t think you\u2019re wearing any cologne, actually.\u201d
Hudson\u2019s brows rose. \u201cNow that\u2019s impressive. The wedding party stayed in a hotel last night, and I forgot to pack my cologne.\u201d
\u201cWhich one do you normally wear?\u201d
\u201cAh\u2026 I can\u2019t tell you that. What will we do on our second date for entertainment if we don\u2019t play the sniff test?\u201d
\u201cOur second date? I didn\u2019t realize we were going to have a first.\u201d
Hudson smiled and held out his hand. \u201cThe night\u2019s young, Evelyn. Dance with me?\u201d
A knot in the pit of my stomach warned me it was a bad idea. Fisher and I were supposed to stick together and limit contact with other people to minimize our chances of getting caught. But glancing around, my date was nowhere in sight. Plus, this man was seriously magnetic. Somehow, before my brain even finished debating the pros and cons, I found myself putting my hand in his. He led me to the dance floor and wrapped one arm around my waist, leading with the other. Not surprisingly, he knew how to dance.
\u201cSo, Evelyn with the extraordinary sense of smell, I\u2019ve never seen you before. Are you a guest or a plus one?\u201d He looked around the room. \u201cIs some guy giving me the evil eye behind my back right now? Am I going to need to get Jack\u2019s Taser from the car to ward off a jealous boyfriend?\u201d
I laughed. \u201cI am here with someone, but he\u2019s just a friend.\u201d
\u201cThe poor guy\u2026\u201d
I smiled. Hudson\u2019s flirting was over the top, yet I gobbled it up. \u201cFisher is more interested in the guy who was passing out champagne than me.\u201d
Hudson held me a little closer. \u201cI like your date much better than I did thirty seconds ago.\u201d
Goose bumps prickled my arms as he lowered his head, and his nose briefly brushed against my neck.
\u201cYou smell incredible. Are you wearing one of the perfumes you make?\u201d
\u201cI am. But it\u2019s not one that can be ordered. I like the idea of having a true signature scent that someone can remember me by.\u201d
\u201cI don\u2019t think you need the perfume to be remembered.\u201d
He led me around the dance floor with such grace, I wondered if he had taken professional lessons. Most men his age thought slow dancing meant rocking back and forth and grinding an erection against you.
\u201cYou\u2019re a good dancer,\u201d I said.
Hudson responded by twirling us around. \u201cMy mother was a professional ballroom dancer. Learning wasn\u2019t an option; it was a requirement if I wanted to be fed.\u201d
I laughed. \u201cThat\u2019s really cool. Did you ever consider following in her footsteps?\u201d
\u201cAbsolutely not. I grew up watching her suffer with hip bursitis, stress fractures, torn ligaments\u2014it\u2019s definitely not the glamorous profession they make it out to be on all those dance-contest TV shows. You gotta love what you do for a job like that.\u201d
\u201cI think you have to love what you do for any job.\u201d
\u201cThat\u2019s a very good point.\u201d
The song came to an end, and the emcee told everyone to take their seats.
\u201cWhere are you sitting?\u201d Hudson asked.
I pointed to the side of the room where Fisher and I had been seated. \u201cSomewhere over there. Table Sixteen.\u201d
He nodded. \u201cI\u2019ll walk you.\u201d
We approached the table at the same moment as Fisher, who was coming from the other direction. He looked between Hudson and me, and his face asked the question he didn\u2019t say aloud.
\u201cUmm\u2026this is my friend Fisher. Fisher, this is Hudson.\u201d
Hudson extended his hand. \u201cNice to meet you.\u201d
After shaking with a silent Fisher, who seemed to have forgotten how to speak, he turned to me and took my hand once again. \u201cI should get back to my table with the rest of the wedding party.\u201d
\u201cOkay.\u201d
\u201cSave a dance for me later?\u201d
I smiled. \u201cI\u2019d love to.\u201d
Hudson turned to walk away and then turned back. As he walked backwards, he called, \u201cIn case you pull a Cinderella on me and disappear, what\u2019s your last name, Evelyn?\u201d
Thankfully, him using my fake name reminded me not to give him my real one as I\u2019d almost done the first time. \u201cIt\u2019s Whitley.\u201d
\u201cWhitley?\u201d
Oh God<\/em>. Did he know Evelyn?
His eyes swept over my face. \u201cBeautiful name. I\u2019ll see you later.\u201d
\u201cUhh\u2026okay, sure.\u201d
When Hudson was barely out of earshot, Fisher leaned close to me. \u201cMy name\u2019s supposed to be Maximilian, sweetheart.\u201d
\u201cOh my God, Fisher. We have to leave.\u201d
\u201cNah.\u201d He shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s no big deal. We made up Maximilian anyway. I\u2019m your plus one. No one knows the name of the person Evelyn brought. Though I still want to play a real estate tycoon.\u201d
\u201cNo, it\u2019s not that.\u201d
\u201cThen what is it?\u201d
\u201cWe have to leave because he knows…\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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About Vi Keeland:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times,<\/em> #1 Wall Street Journal,<\/em> and USA Today <\/em>Bestselling author.   With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over a hundred Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twenty-five languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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