Monday, October 15, 2018

Release Blitz & Review for DEAR JANE by Kendall Ryan






broke her heart ten years ago and left town.

She hates me, and rightly so. It doesn’t matter that the rest of the country loves me, that I’m a starting quarterback with a multimillion-dollar contract. Because when I look in the mirror, all I see is a failure who was too young—and too afraid—to fight for what I wanted.

But I’m not that guy anymore, and all I need is one shot to convince her.

********

He has no idea what happened after he left. And now I’m supposed to work alongside him like we don’t have this huge, messy history?

But I’m older now, wiser, and I won’t let anything stand in my way of doing a good job for this league. Not even one overpaid, arrogant player who thinks we’re going to kiss and make up.

News flash, buddy: I am over you. 



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Kim's 4 Star Review

Heart broken and moving teams isn’t easy.  What makes it even harder is when the assistant manager is your high school sweetheart, Jane Royce, who dumped you without telling you why.  Weston Chase is ready for the changes in store for him but is Jane ready to for the changes in store for her?

I was gifted the book in exchanged for an honest review.

Jane is an independent woman who knows what she wants.  She was raised to live and breathe football but she would’ve even if her father wasn’t the coach of the football team she works for.  Being the assistant manager for the hawks has it’s perks, like working with her father and seeing the surprised looks on people face when she tells them what her career is.  When her father walked into her office to let her know about the new player their team acquired, the last person she thought he’d bring up was her ex-boyfriend, Weston (Wes) Chase. Jane may have had her heart broken by her high school sweetheart and was the one to officially break things off but it was only after Wes checked out of their relationship before she ended.

Wes is one of the hottest quarterbacks in the league but he’s ready for a change. Going to back Chicago should be a dream as he will be working with his favour coach.  Of course with the good there is always the bad, and in this case his ex-girlfriends is the team’s assistant manager.  She was the love of his life until she ended things without any reason that he knew or understood.  Seeing her again could bring up old feelings and right now that was the last things he needed.  Like any athlete he’s alpha male and the looks to go with it.

As I read this book there were times when I just wanted to scream at Wes for his stupidity so he ends up in my bad books.  Then he does something so sweet and I’m in awe of how he can redeem himself.  I get where he’s coming from but his execution is not as well thought out.  At least he has Jane’s feeling in mind.  This shows just how much he cares for her.  The problem being is that these two belong together but he can’t see it.  They are the epitome of soul mates.  When these two are in the same room you can cut the sexual tension with a knife.  They still have a lot in common like they did when they were dating.  They are the perfect couple.


When I saw this book come up for review I had to get my hands on it.  I haven’t found a book that Kendall wrote that I did love and this was no different. Kendall wrote an amazing second chance romance that had me hooked from the start.  I had the ups and downs and even have me wanting to reach into the book to` smack Wes upside the head.  The characters pull you into the story.  You feel like you’re a part of the book.  If this book isn’t on your list to read list, then you should be putting it on!!!





About the Author


A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. She's a traditionally published author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012, she's appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.

Visit her at: www.kendallryanbooks.com for the latest book news, and fun extras.

Release Day Blitz for BETTING ON HIM by Kelly Collins



We are thrilled to be bringing you the release of BETTING ON HIM by Kelly Collins. BETTING ON HIM is the first Wilde Love novel, a series about the Las Vegas mob. If you love mafia romance, this is one you don't want to miss!
 




About BETTING ON HIM

He’s a gangster going straight. She’s a waitress going bankrupt. Will their gamble on a marriage of convenience pay off in true love?

Alex Wilde desperately wants to be free of the family’s mob business. But when his infamous father is murdered, the family attorney makes a suggestion he can’t ignore: find a bride before the funeral or they'll force a wedding with a nice Russian gangster girl. When he meets a feisty cocktail waitress, he thinks he’s found his way out.

Faye Tandy is desperately in debt and hard-pressed to find help. Alex’s offer of a phony marriage for a ton of cash couldn’t come at a better time and she’s happy to help him exit the criminal world. The fact that he’s tall, dark, and handsome is an attractive bonus. But when she discovers the Russians have a contract out on her head, she wonders if divorced and bankrupt would be a better choice than rich and dead...

As Faye’s fake feelings for Alex turn real, she’s terrified her trip to the altar might be her last. Will Alex and Faye’s throw of the dice succeed or will they lose the lawless game of love?











 About KELLY COLLINS


International bestselling author of more than thirty novels, Kelly Collins writes with the intention of keeping the love alive. Always a romantic, she blends real-life events with her vivid imagination to create characters and stories that lovers of contemporary romance, new adult, and romantic suspense will return to again and again. 


Kelly lives in Colorado at the base of the Rocky Mountains with her husband of twenty-eight years, their two dogs, and a bird that hates her. She has three amazing children, whom she loves to pieces.

Friday, October 12, 2018

Blog Tour for FIVE YEARS GONE by Marie Force



Today we are celebrating the blog tour of FIVE YEARS GONE, a romantic standalone title by New York Times Bestselling author Marie Force.
Check out some teasers and an excerpt for the book below.


  
FIVE YEARS GONE by Marie Force



ABOUT THE BOOK

The most brazen terrorist attack in history. A country bent on revenge. A love affair cut short. A heart that never truly heals.

I knew on the day of the attack that our lives were changed forever. What I didn’t know then was that I’d never see John again after he deployed. One day he was living with me, sleeping next to me, making plans with me. The next day he was gone.

That was five years ago. The world has moved on from that awful day, but I’m stuck in my own personal hell, waiting for a man who may be dead for all I know. At my sister’s wedding, I meet Eric, the brother of the groom, and my heart comes alive once again.

The world is riveted by the capture of the terrorist mastermind, brought down by U.S. Special Forces in a daring raid. Now I am trapped between hoping I’ll hear from John and fearing what’ll become of my new life with Eric if I do.


From a New York Times bestselling author, Five Years Gone, a standalone contemporary, is an epic story of love, honor, duty, unbearable choices and impossible dilemmas.

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Read this excerpt from Five Years Gone


Prologue

Ava

We met in a bar, of all places, a dingy hole-in-the-wall favored by military members from the nearby Navy base in San Diego. I went with a friend from school who was interested in one of the military guys. Before that night, Id never been there, and Ive never been back. John was celebrating the promotion of one of his buddies. He crashed into me as I left the ladies room and kept me from falling by grabbing my arms to steady me.

Just like in the movies, our eyes met, and my spine tingled with the kind of instantaneous awareness Id only read about but never experienced personally.

Im so sorry, he said, gorgeous and fierce in his fatigues.

I noticed gold on his collar, a hint of late-day scruff on his jaw and the name WEST in bold black letters on his chest. Intense electric-blue eyes made it impossible for me to look away, even when I was safely back on my feet.

Are you all right? he asked.

Realizing Id been staring at him, I blinked and reluctantly broke the connection. I Yes, Im fine. Thank you for the save.

And then he smiled, and the tingling began anew.

Im John.

I shook his outstretched hand. Ava.

Keeping his hold on my hand, he tipped his head. You come here often?

Never, I said, laughing. Im a first-timer.

What do you think so far?

I wasnt impressed until about thirty seconds ago.

As if he had all the time in the world to give me, he leaned against the wall. Is that right? What happened thirty seconds ago?

I thought about taking back my hand but didnt. I was saved from certain disaster by a man in uniform.

The guy in the uniform is the reason you needed saving in the first place, because he wasnt watching where he was going. Least he can do is buy you a drink.

I wouldnt say no to that. I was proud of my witty responses and got the feeling he could more than hold his own in the wittiness department. Across the crowded room, I noticed my friend talking to the guy shed come to see, and her brows lifted in interest when she saw me with John. He guided me to the bar, placing a proprietary hand on my lower back, and told one of the guys to give me his stool.

Yes, sir. The younger man bowed gallantly to me as he took his beer and moved along.

Do people always do what you say?

If they know whats good for them. His teasing grin kept the comment from being overly cocky. What can I get you?

Deciding to live dangerously for once, I asked for a cosmopolitan.

Go big or go home, he said with admiration.

Thats my motto. I was so full of shit. I wondered if he could tell I was all talk or what hed think of me if he knew I usually err much closer to the side of caution than the wild side. I wondered if he could tell I was just barely old enough to drink. Id turned twenty-one only six months earlier.

When my cosmo and his Budweiser had been delivered, he offered a toast. To new friends.

I touched my glass to his bottle. To new friends.

So, wherere you from, Ava?

New York.

I thought I heard New Yawk in your voice.

I batted my eyelashes at him. So four years at the University of California San Diego didnt scrub the New York out of me?

Laughing, he said, Hardly. I know some guys from New York. One of them is from Staten Island, which is about as New York as it gets. I know New York when I hear it.

Im from Purchase, upstate from the city. What about you?

Im from all over. My old man is a retired general. You name it, Ive lived there.

Wheres home?

Right here. He turned that intense gaze on me, and I went stupid in the head. I couldnt see anything but him. We might as well have been alone in the crowded bar for all I knew. Unlike my friend, who loved men in uniform, I was never turned on by the uniform. Until then. Until John. You want to get out of here?

I swallowed hard. It wasnt like me to leave a bar with a man Id just met. And go where?

Somewhere we can talk.

What do you want to talk about?

He leaned in so his lips were close to my ear. Everything. I want to know every single thing there is to know about you.

Thats how we started. We were intense from the first second we met until the last time I saw him five years ago today. I cant believe its been five years since I looked into those incredible blue eyes or woke to him on the pillow next to me or heard his voice in my ear, whispering words thatre permanently carved into my heart as he made love to me.

The worst part is I have no idea where he is. I dont know if hes alive or dead, being held captive or if hes living his life somewhere else with someone else. I dont know, and the not knowing is the hardest thing Ive ever dealt with.

I love him as much today as I ever did. No amount of time could ever change that simple fact of my life. We had two beautiful, magnificent years together, caught up in our own little bubble. He never met my family. I never met his. We didnt make couple friends. We didnt talk about the future. We didnt need to. Our future was decided that first night, and it would take care of itself in due time. I honestly and naïvely believed that.

Now, with hindsight, I realize the bubble was strategic on his part. He gave me everything he had to give, including no promise of tomorrow.

Five years ago today, we watched the horror unfold on live television. A US-based cruise ship blown up by suicide bombers. Four thousand lives extinguished in a heartbeat. Our world permanently changed once again, our country declaring yet another war on terrorists. After 9/11 we thought wed seen everything. We were wrong.

I have to go, he said, grabbing the duffel that stood ready in the front hall closet. He called it his go bag. Id thought nothing of it.

Wherere you going?

I dont know.

When will you be back?

I dont know that either. He held my face in his hands and gazed at me, seemingly trying to memorize my every feature. I love you. Ill always love you. Then he kissed me as passionately as he ever had and was gone, out the door in a flash of camouflage.

I never saw him again.

Im not his wife or even his fiancée, so no one notified me of his whereabouts. And three months after he left, when I found a way onto the base in a desperate quest for information, no one there could tell me anything either. I tried to locate his parents and other people he mentioned, but it was like they didnt exist. I could find no record of a retired general named West in the Marine Corps, Army or Air Force.

Furthermore, an exhaustive search for information on the John West I had known led nowhere. No high school, no college, no military service, no nothing.

Sometimes I wonder if I dreamed the two years we spent together, doing mundane things like grocery shopping, cooking, watching TV and sleeping together after long days at work. But then Id remember the blissful passion, the scorching pleasure, the desire that ruled us from the beginning, and Id know I didnt dream him. I didnt dream us. We were real, and he was everything to me.

Sitting on the floor in our apartment, surrounded by boxes, I take a few minutes before the movers arrive to memorize every detail of the place where we lived together. Ive packed his things along with mine, and Im moving home to New York. Today was my deadline. I gave it five years, and I simply cant do it anymore. I cant sit in our home among our things, waiting for something thats never going to happen.

Its over. Its time for me to move on. Its probably long past time, if Im being honest with myself. And though I know its the right move at the right time, that doesnt mean my heart isnt shattering all over again as I dismantle the place where we were us.

My sister is getting married next month. I promised her Id be home in time to hold her hand through the festivities. Other than occasional trips home for holidays and other occasions, Ive been gone more than ten years. I bear no resemblance whatsoever to the girl who left home at eighteen seeking independence from her overbearing family at a faraway college out West.

I accomplished all my goals, finishing college, landing a decent job and falling in love with the man of my dreams. I found out what happens when dreams come true and how painful it is when they blow up in your face.

Its time now to set new goals, to start over, to begin a life that doesnt have John at the center of it the way it did here. Itll be nice to be back with people who love me and care about me, even if they tend toward smothering at times. Thats looking rather good to me after years of loneliness and grief.

The intercom sounds to let me know the movers are here. I pick myself up off the floor and steel my heart for the day ahead. I can do this. Ive been through worse, and Ill survive this the same way Ive survived everything else. Despite my resolve, my eyes fill with tears as I press the button that opens the door downstairs to the movers.

It doesnt take them long to pack my belongings into their truck. I keep with me the things that cant be replacedprecious photos, gifts he gave me, the clothing he left behind. After taking a final look around the apartment, I pack those boxes into my car, turn my apartment keys into the leasing office and head east, feeling as if Im leaving behind everything that ever mattered to me.

Its like Im losing him all over again. I cry all the way through the desert of Southern California and well into Arizona. I relive every minute I can remember, every conversation, every special moment. I think about what it was like to make love with him and wonder how Ill ever to do that with anyone but him. Maybe I wont. Maybe that part of my life ended with him, and even though Im only twenty-eight now, Im okay with that possibility. Once youve experienced perfection, its hard to imagine settling for anything less.

The tears finally dry up somewhere in northern Arizona, but the ache inside I take that with me all the way to New York, where I will try my very best to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and put them back together into some new version of myself.

After all, what choice do I have?




Chapter 1

Ava

My sister, Camille, doesnt do anything halfway, including get married. Shes one of those girls Id love to hate if she werent my beloved sister. Three years behind me in high school, she was class president, captain of the cheerleading squad, valedictorian and homecoming queen. Im sure the teachers who had me first wondered how the same genes couldve produced two such different sisters. Why do you think I moved so far from home to go to college and stayed there afterward? At least in San Diego, no one ever compared me to my rock star little sister.

A few weeks ago, she graduated from Yale Law School, at the top of her class, of course, and made Law Review, had offers from every big firm in the country and sported a three-carat diamond on her finger from the son of the New York governor.

Like I said, she doesnt do anything halfway. So here I am at the Waldorf Astoria in New York City, standing beside my sister as she marries Robert James Tilden III in a lavish ceremony. Did I mention shes also freaking gorgeous? Well, she is, and never more so than today. Shes glowing with happiness and excitement and unfettered joy that serves as a bitter reminder of everything Ive lost.

Pass the champagne.

If ever there was a time to get rip-roaring drunk, this is it. Rob arranged for hotel rooms for every member of the wedding party, so no one has to drive or even function after the reception. I plan to take full advantage of my new brother-in-laws generosity up to and including room service breakfast.

Camille grasps my arm as we make our way from the rooftop where the happy couple exchanged vows to the ballroom where the reception will be held. Help me pee, she whispers.

I follow her to the restroom, where an attendant greets us and congratulates the bride.

Thank you so much, Camille says with a gracious smile for the woman.

Use the handicapped stall, the attendant says. Theres more room.

Good call, I say as we enter the roomy stall where Camille teaches me how to bustle her dress. I get it pinned up as best I can and then hold it out of harms way while she hovers over the toilet to take care of business.

This wasnt in my maid-of-honor job description.

She laughs. Sorry, but this is what sisters are for. And Im so glad youre here.

Me, too. And I mean that sincerely. I love seeing you so happy.

I am happy, but Ill be even happier tomorrow. Im so ready for a vacation after planning a wedding during the last year of law school. If that doesnt kill me, nothing will. Two weeks of sand, sun, sex and booze. Bring it on.

My heart aches with envy, making me feel small and petty. What I wouldnt give for two weeks in the tropics with John. What I wouldnt give to simply know hes alive. I shake off those thoughts. This isnt the time to wallow in the past. Today is about Camille and Rob, and Im determined to keep my focus on her.

She stands and hurls herself into my arms. I love you so much, Ava. Im so glad youre back home where you belong.

Blinking back tears, I return her embrace. Love you, too. Its good to be home. Whether Im back where I belong is questionable. I have no idea anymore where I belong, but Im going to figure that out. I wouldnt want to be anywhere else but with you today. That much is certainly true.

After she washes her hands at the sink inside the stall, she hooks her arm through mine to lead me out of the restroom as the attendant looks on with amusement. Lets get this party started.

We line up outside the ballroom, and Im paired with the best man, Robs brother, Eric. My sister has married into a rather fantastic gene pool. Not only are the Tildens wealthy and successful, theyre incredibly good-looking, too. Rob is a triplet, having shared the womb with Eric and their sister Amelia, whom they call Amy. They make a striking trioRob and Amy resemble their father, with dark hair and eyes, while Eric favors their blonde, hazel-eyed mother. Despite their different coloring, theres a definite resemblance among the three of them as well as their younger sister, Julianne, a blonde spitfire whos kept us laughing all weekend.

I instantly love the Tildens and can see why my sister is gone over Rob, who dotes on her to the point of nausea for the rest of us. Ill give them a pass since its their wedding weekend, but the words get a room have frequently come to mind during the festivities.

For Christs sake, Eric mutters while we wait to be introduced. Save it for the honeymoon.

I glance over my shoulder to see Rob and Camille engaged in yet another passionate lip-lock and laugh at the look of disgust on Erics handsome face. They cant help themselves.

I need a drink. The wedding party is allowed to drink, right?

God, I hope so.

Youre up, the wedding coordinator, a peppy woman named Mimi, says after Julianne and Robs cousin Nate are introduced.

Ready? Eric asks, extending his arm to me.

I tuck my hand into the crook of his elbow. Ready.

Please join me in welcoming our best man, the brother of the groom, Eric Tilden, and our maid of honor, the sister of the bride, Ava Lucas. The DJ draws out every syllable of my name, making me Avaaaaaa Luuuuucasssss.

We walk in to thunderous applause from the nearly five hundred guests in the ballroom. Ill admit to being intimidated by the crowd and the noise, both of which have me hanging on to Eric a little more tightly.

As if he can feel my tension, Eric covers my hand on his arm with his free hand, and the gesture comforts me.

We stand on the side of the huge dance floor with the rest of the wedding party.

And now, please welcome our bride and groom, Rob and Camille Tilden!

The applause is deafening as the happy couple makes their way into the room, stopping for hugs and kisses from friends and family. Theyve been deliriously happy for two years now, ever since they met at a fundraiser for Robs dad when Camille was finishing her first year of law school. Rob managed his fathers campaign and runs his New York City office.

Can we drink yet? Eric speaks close to my ear so only I will hear him.

Counting the minutes. I glance up at him and realize hes focused on me, not the bride and groom. The subtle, rich scent of his cologne surrounds me, making me want to lean in closer to him. This is, I realize in a moment of despair, the closest Ive been to any man since the day John kissed me goodbye and disappeared from my life.

I shiver even though the room isnt cold. If anything, its overly warm.

Are you okay? Eric asks.

I nod, but my heart aches. What I wouldnt give to have the man I love with me today, to celebrate my sisters marriage, to meet my family, to dance the night away. Even in the midst of so much happiness and joy, grief overwhelms me.

Its kind of disgusting, isnt it? Eric asks as he twirls me around on the dance floor after the wedding party is invited to join the bride and groom as they dance to The Best Is Yet to Come by Frank Sinatra.

What is?

How perfect they are. He points his chin toward Rob and Camille, who are so caught up in each other, the hundreds of other people in the room might not exist for all they care.

Its not disgusting. Theyre perfect for each other.

He pulls back ever so slightly to look down at me with an impish twinkle in his eyes. You dont think its the tiniest bit disgusting that any two people can be that gorgeous and that successful?

Ill never admit to having had a few of those thoughts myself. No, of course not. Shes my sister. Im very proud of herand happy for her.

Uh-huh. Okay. If you say so.

Why is he trying to bait me? I say so.

You dont think its the tiniest bit unfair that they got it alllooks, smarts, true love, great jobs and a fab apartment? How much you want to bet theyre going to have ugly kids?

Its such an outrageous statement that I cant contain the gurgle of nervous laughter that erupts from my chest.

Ah-ha! I knew it! You totally think their kids will be ugly.

I do not! Dont say that. Hes your brother. Youre supposed to love him.

I do love him, but sometimes I want to punch his lights out. Everything comes so easily to him. Hes never had to really work for anything in his life.

And you have?

Ive worked hard for everything I have. Still do.

What do you do?

I spend years researching a single company for the fund I work for, only to be shot down when I bring it to the acquisitions team. Then I have to find another company, spend years working on that proposal and hope it doesnt get shot down, too. Im one-for-four over three years.

That sounds rather…”

Depressing?

Is it?

It can be. Its a major bummer to invest all that time and effort only to be shot down at committee. He leans in a little closer, again closer than any man has been to me since John left. Ill let you in on a little secret. Those companies I spend all that time researching?

I nod, intrigued by his secret.

Ive invested personally in every one of them, and theyve yielded spectacular results.

Then the time wasnt wasted.

Not at all. He gazes down at me, seeming to take a visual inventory of my features in a way that reminds me of John doing the same thing the night we metand again on the day he walked out of my life. The memory hits me like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from my lungs. Youre very pretty, but of course you know that.

The most beautiful girl I ever met. Johns husky, sexy voice pops into my head, and Im transported right back to the bedroom we painted a light gray, the bed we chose together, the sheets tangled around our bodies as he made fierce love to me, whispering sweet words Ive never forgotten.

Ava? Are you okay?

Erics voice startles me, sucking me out of memories I wish I could wallow in. They come less frequently than they used to, and I live in fear of losing them forever at some point.

Ava?

I glance up at him, embarrassed to realize hes stopped moving and is looking at me with concern.

I Im sorry.

I didnt mean to upset you.

You didnt.

The rest of the wedding party, including the bride and groom, are looking at us, wondering why we arent dancing the way were supposed to.

Lets get a drink, Eric says.

But the dance…”

Screw the dance. He takes me by the hand and leads me to one of five bars strategically positioned around the massive ballroom. Whats your pleasure?

Just ice water, please.

He orders my water along with bourbon for himself. Lets get some air.

We take our drinks to a balcony where the warm June breeze is a welcome relief after the stifling ballroom.

Did I screw up by saying youre pretty?

No, of course not. Im mortified by the episode. Right when I think Im regaining my footing, a memory of John appears to show me otherwise. Sometimes I think Im no further along on this journey than I was the day he left.

Well, just for the record, you are very pretty. More than that, really. Gorgeous is a far better word. That was my first thought when I met you at the rehearsal.

Thank you. Hes flirting with me, and Im so out of practice, I have no idea how to respond.

Youre sure youre okay?

Im better now. It was hot in there.

Yes, it was. Camille said you just moved back to New York from San Diego. Whatd you do out there?

Fell in love with the most extraordinary man who disappeared from my life five years ago. I I worked in PR.

Is that right? Julianne is in PR. She knows everyone. I bet she can help you find a new job. If youre looking, that is.

I am, and thatd be great. I have feelers out all over the city, but I have a feeling its more about who you know than what you know here. My goal is to live and work in the city so I can get out of my parents house in Purchase as soon as possible. After one month at home, I already know Ive been gone too long to go back to living at home long-term. My parents are lovely, and they mean well, but they dote on me like Im twelve rather than twenty-eight, and Im wounded enough that it would be easy to let them take care of me indefinitely.

Well set you up.

He says that with the easy confidence of a man with connections. As the son of the governor, hes probably fat with connections, and Im not above taking advantage of who his family knows to jumpstart my life in New York City.

After a few minutes outside, we rejoin the party. Were seated together at the head table, where we enjoy a delicious meal of tenderloin and shrimp. Eric entertains me with hilarious stories about growing up Tilden and how their parents had to ban practical jokes between the siblings out of fear of them burning the house down.

Despite the crowded room and the revelry all around us, in some ways I feel like were on a date by ourselves. He gives me his full attention, except when someone comes up to say hello to him. Then he introduces me as Camilles sister, Ava, and includes me in the conversation. Hes charming and fun and funny and handsome, and Im not sure if its him or the champagne that has me slightly dazzled, but whatever it is, Im having more fun than Ive had in years.

Mimi, the wedding planner, shows up after dinner with a cordless microphone that she hands to Eric. Youre on.

Oh crap, he says to me. I forgot I have to make a speech. What should I say?

Seriously?

Nah, he says, chuckling at my horrified expression. I got this.

He stands and loudly clears his throat into the microphone. If I could have your attention, please. When the room goes quiet, he says, This is the part of the program where the best man is supposed to humiliate the groom with embarrassing stories that make the bride wonder what the hell she was thinking marrying such a jerk.

Laughter ripples through the big room as Rob glares at him.

Sadly for me and the rest of you, Rob doesnt do embarrassing things. I know Its not fair and sort of wrong that someone could live to be thirty-two without a truly embarrassing story to his name. But thats our Rob. Focused, brilliant and, despite a startling lack of flaws, fun to be around. And from all accounts, hes found in Camille someone whos just like him. Sobering, he says, Rob, weve been together a long time.

More laughter follows that statement.

And even though youre only five minutes older than me, youve been an awesome big brother and best friend. I love you, and on behalf of everyone here, I wish you and Camille the best of everything. Congratulations.

Rob stands to hug his brother while everyone else applauds.

Watching them together makes me feel emotional, which is odd because Id never met either of them before two days ago. Still, their obvious affection for each otherand the multiple glasses of champagne Ive consumedmade it a sweet moment to witness.

Your turn, Eric says, handing me the mic.

Taking the mic from him, I stand and wobble ever so slightly, cursing the champagne.

Erics hand on my back steadies me. I give him a grateful smile. Unlike Rob, I say into the mic, Camille had an awkward stage.

My sister groans, laughs and drops her face into her hands as her husband puts his arm around her.

She got a big idea to cut her hair super short right before middle school started. That was an unfortunate decision. She was also the girl whod come out of the restroom in a restaurant with a trail of toilet paper attached to her foot.

No! Camille cried. You did not just mention the toilet paper on my wedding day!

Thats all Ive got, I reply. Like your husband, youre too freaking perfect and obviously perfectly matched to each other. We can only hope that the six children youre sure to have will be high achievers like their parents.

Aint nobody having six kids, Camille says, cracking everyone up.

I just want to say that youre a wonderful little sister and friend. I love you, and I wish you and Rob a lifetime of the kind of joy and happiness youre feeling today.

Hear, hear. Eric raises his glass to the bride and groom, whore indulging in yet another passionate kiss.

And, I say, before surrendering the mic, on behalf of the entire wedding party, Id like to add one more thing Get a room. Please, get a room.

The comment, fueled by champagne, is met with wild applause from the rest of the wedding party.

Got one, Rob says with a dirty grin when the ruckus dies down. Gonna use the hell out of it later.

Shut up, Rob! Camille cries, punching his chest.

That leads to more kissing.

Booze, Eric says, standing. We need more booze.

Take me with you. Please, take me with you.


You got it.

 


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About Marie Force


Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance, including the indie-published Gansett Island Series and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series. In 2019, her new historical Gilded series from Kensington Books will debut with Duchess By Deception. 

All together, her books have sold 6.5 million copies worldwide, have been translated into more than a dozen languages and have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list many times. She is also a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller, a Speigel bestseller in Germany, a frequent speaker and publishing workshop presenter as well as a publisher through her Jack’s House Publishing romance imprint. She is a two-time nominee for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA® award for romance fiction. 

Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news. 

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