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    The Dysfunctional Honeymoon: The Dysfunctional Chronicles, #3
    The Dysfunctional Honeymoon: The Dysfunctional Chronicles, #3
    The Dysfunctional Honeymoon: The Dysfunctional Chronicles, #3
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    The Dysfunctional Honeymoon: The Dysfunctional Chronicles, #3

    By Hadena James

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    The Russian Mob didn’t firebomb the church. A freak tornado didn’t wreak havoc on the reception. Nadine Daniels managed to get married without incident. However, she soon discovers that it was only because Fate was plotting to ruin the honeymoon.

    Now, she and Zeke, her new husband, are on the run because his past has come back to haunt them both. As they sneak through the jungles of Belize, Nadine has to be worried about big cats, venomous snakes and a drug lord bent on revenge. Can they escape their honeymoon with their lives?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHadena James
    Release dateMay 7, 2015
    ISBN9781513095332
    The Dysfunctional Honeymoon: The Dysfunctional Chronicles, #3

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      The Dysfunctional Honeymoon - Hadena James

      Prologue

      Three days ago, I was married.  I kept waiting for the Russian Mob to firebomb the church or for a freak tornado to hit.  Nothing did.  There was a moment when I thought my intended would pass out, but Zeke stood his ground and even managed to kiss me without being struck by lightning.

      Turns out, it was because Fate was waiting for our honeymoon.

      Monday

      Thirty minutes after stepping off the plane, I was bitten by a mosquito.  That was yesterday.  We had come straight to the hotel where Zeke spent the night playing nurse.

      This morning, he went out to get me allergy medicine.  He came back without the medicine and acting like a lunatic.  Currently, he was shoving all the stuff we had unpacked into the suitcases. 

      We have got to go, Nadine, he told me for the twelfth time.

      Yeah, I hear you, I just don’t understand.  Are the hives worse?  I had hoped to enjoy my trip to Belize, but it was looking less and less likely.

      Finish packing this, I’ll call the airline and get us tickets on the next flight out, Zeke handed me something that turned out to be the pearls that didn’t go around the neck.  Zeke had explained them and promised I’d be modeling them later.  We’d been in first class, no seat mates thankfully, as he gave the explanation.  However, that didn’t stop the flight attendant from overhearing.  As she walked past, she had quietly slipped me a piece of paper that said Couldn’t help but hear, the front bathroom is pretty big.  Zeke had grinned and explained The Mile High Club at that point.  Of course, I didn’t live under a rock completely and knew what The Mile High Club was, but I blushed anyway.

      As he talked on the phone, I put stuff into the suitcases.  My goal was to be more organized than him.  Our clothes were getting mixed together and he had wadded them up into balls ensuring that they didn’t all seem to fit anymore.  Worse, all the crap my mother and his mother had packed was strung about the place as Zeke had been taking things out to make room.

      I was fine with leaving behind some of the things our mothers had packed.  All those stupid batteries had set off red flags the first time we had gone through the airport.  I didn’t think they had packed any unmentionables in my carry-on luggage.  I had been mortified when the TSA Agent had started pulling them out.  Zeke had deftly explained it was our honeymoon.  They had wished us well and continued to go through my bags while I blushed to the point I had to sit down or faint.

      Faster, Zeke made a weird motion with his hand.  I rolled my eyes at him and continued to pack at my own pace.  There was a skill to this and obviously, he lacked it.

      Ok, taxi will be here in twenty minutes, flight leaves in three hours, he said, coming back over to me.

      What is the deal?  I asked, shoving a pair of his bikini underwear into the bottom of a duffle bag.

      You know all that stuff I can’t tell you about that I used to do?  He asked.

      Sure, I nodded.

      It’s here, he handed me the cell phone and shoved more stuff into the bag.  The waiting screen was back on, meaning the call had ended, so I hit the button and stuck it into my pocket.

      Here?  What?  I stopped, feeling slow and confused.

      Yeah, someone that shouldn’t be here, let alone alive, is in town.

      Maybe he just looks like someone who shouldn’t be here, let alone alive, I offered.

      Nadine, trust me on this, it’s him.

      Well, did he see you?  I asked still looking for a way to salvage some dignity.  I had no desire to sit in an airport lobby covered in hives.

      If he didn’t, we might live long enough to get back to the States.  Pack faster, Zeke ran into the bathroom.  I gave up on organized packing and sat on the duffle bag.  When I was sure all the air was pretty well squashed from it, I shoved a whole bunch of clothes in it and forced it to zip.

      Zeke came out with toothbrushes, a hair brush, toothpaste, and other toiletries.  He looked at the bags and dropped them into the trashcan.

      That’s my favorite hairbrush!  I told him, walking over to reclaim it.

      I’ll buy you a new one, with diamonds or something.  We don’t have room for it, he checked his watch, and we need to go. 

      He hoisted the bags onto his shoulders.  I grabbed our two small carry-on bags and followed him out of the hotel room.

      Yes, we need to go; her doctor is afraid without medical treatment there will be severe scarring, Zeke was telling the front desk clerk.  Suddenly, he was calm and suave again, the Zeke I was used to seeing.

      Oh, Mrs. LaRouche, I am so sorry to hear about your allergic reaction, the desk clerk said when he saw me.  He had a slight British accent.  Try some of this to make the ride home more comfortable.

      The desk clerk handed me a pill and a bottle of goo.  The goo looked like calamine lotion, the pill looked like a Benadryl.  These were exactly the things I had hoped Zeke would bring back.  I started to open the bottle.

      Not now Nadine, you can apply in the airport, we’re going to miss our flight, Zeke gave me a look.

      But it itches now, I gave him a look right back.

      I’ll help you, but we need to load the taxi and get to the airport, he seemed to put emphasis on the entire sentence.  I huffed and put away the stuff the desk clerk had given me.

      Thank you so much, I smiled at the desk clerk.  He finished running Zeke’s credit card.

      A hotel person grabbed the bags around Zeke’s feet.  We all trudged out to the taxi.  Zeke

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