Hey guys, thanks for the info on a really ridiculous plan for an anniversary party on a private island to include volcano and waterfall hiking. Yeah, right. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t see a bunch of New York real-estate moguls hiking their fat asses up a waterfall or an active volcano. What I see is a lot of drinking and screwing around, but hey, that’s an extreme sport in and of itself. Unfortunately, I will not be able to join in on the planning for this treat, because I will be on my honeymoon in Paris. Fortunately, as I did not draw the short straw when we decided who would take the lead on this thing, I feel perfectly comfortable showing up just in time for happy hour when the gig begins. And, Jack, I can’t tell you how it warms my heart to know that you will be leading this one. Paybacks are a bitch, dude. You can’t say I didn’t warn you.
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Want more? Look for Wedding Survivor (about Eli) and American Diva (about Jack). Unfortunately, there is not a separate book about Cooper at this time. You can write me at [email protected] if you’d like to put in your vote for a book about Cooper.
You may also enjoy a series I wrote about the Lear Sisters (Material Girl, Beauty Queen, and Miss Fortune), about three sisters who each try and find themselves and their footing when their father delivers some bad news to each of them.
Last but not least, I have most recently written the Cedar Springs Trilogy (Summer of Two Wishes, One Season of Sunshine, and A Light at Winter’s End), about the happenings and love stories in a small town in Texas. These books are currently available as digital, audio, and paper books wherever books are sold.
Please enjoy the excerpts from Wedding Survivor and American Diva that follow:
WEDDING SURVIVOR
MARNIE was fully aware of the bad habit she had of talking to fill the space around her, especially when she was nervous. But she really didn’t know how to stop, especially not when she was this nervous. She was beginning to think that maybe she’d jumped a little too hastily into what was really a whack job.
That wasn’t so far-fetched, seeing as how she’d found out about the job to begin with by eavesdropping on a hushed conversation at a wedding trade show. While Marnie was not in the habit of eavesdropping on other people’s conversations (well . . . unless it was something really juicy), she’d been a little desperate. She needed this job in a bad way—if she had to live with Mom and Dad another month, she’d hurl herself into the ocean and let herself be washed out to sea. And besides, a certified wedding planner without an actual solo wedding under her belt couldn’t afford to be too choosy.
Oh, who was she kidding?
The very thought of doing Vincent Vittorio and Olivia Dagwood’s wedding sent chills up her spine. They were the two biggest stars in the universe and Marnie couldn’t wait to meet them—she could imagine her and Olivia becoming best friends as they planned everything, and then, when Marnie had pulled off the wedding of the century without a hitch, Olivia would hook her up with some of her A-list stud friends and refer tons of fabulous clients to her so that Marnie could become the wedding planner to the stars.
Hey, a girl could dream, couldn’t she? And that dream alone prompted her to put on the red hat and purchase the fruit, per the bizarre instructions of Thrillseekers Anonymous.
Then the Lincoln had appeared.
When she’d seen Eli leaning against the Lincoln in a black Astros hat, with dark glasses resting on a straight nose, and a sexy shadow of a beard dusting a strong chin and some killer lips, not to mention the long, lean look of him in general, Marnie had been pleasantly surprised. Bonus! The job had a really good-looking guy involved.
Unfortunately, good-looking did not mean particularly friendly. He reminded her of a cowboy in one of the old westerns, the strong silent type. A Clint Eastwood with steely eyes—well, she presumed there were steely eyes behind those shades.
And what was all that about an audition?
The Lincoln turned, and Marnie caught a glimpse of towering iron fences through the front window that could only be surrounding huge monolithic houses, and she felt a tingle of excitement. Wedding planner to the stars, here she was!