He’s the best man and her secret
fling—
who said being a wedding planner was easy?
FALLING FOR THE BEST MAN
Sisters of Wishing Bridge Farm #1
Amanda Ashby
Releasing Jan 9th, 2017
Entangled Bliss
He’s the best man and her secret
fling—who said being a wedding planner was easy?
What's
worse than running into your ex-hookup at the airport? When said 'hookup"
is the best man for the most important wedding of your career, and he's on the
hunt for a fake girlfriend. Between a hysterical bride and a wedding party gone
wild, wedding planner Emmy Watson can’t afford any more disasters if she wants
to save her beloved Wishing Bridge Farm. Which is why she puts the best man on
lockdown. Unfortunately, he also happens to be the one guy who can make her
forget everything except the way his kisses make her feel.
All
Christopher Henderson needs is a fake girlfriend to convince his bosses that
his bad boy reputation is a thing of the past so he can land his dream job.
What better place to find said companion than at a wholesome vintage wedding.
The only thing he didn't count on was seeing Emmy, the woman who dumped him.
The one he hasn’t been able to get off his mind.
There's no
denying the spark between them, but he’s a globetrotter and she’s a homebody,
and falling in love is something neither of them has in their plans.
“Emmy,” he countered, trying not to be
distracted by the delectable sight of her chest rising and falling. “One dance.
That’s all I’m asking. For old time’s sake.”
Emmy’s lips twitched, and Christopher
could almost see the two sides of her battling before the carefree smile he
recognized from their time together in New York appeared. It changed the shape
of her face and brought everything about their first meeting slamming into his
mind. She stood up, so close that his skin prickled with desire.
“Fine. One dance.”
“Great.” He led her to the small
wooden dance floor to the left of where the jazz band was playing. Lewis and
Miranda were in the middle, and fanned out all around them were the rest of the
bridal party, but all Christopher could see was Emmy.
The music pulsated around them, and
even the pale yellow moon above swayed to the beat. He sucked in a breath and
pulled her toward him. It was a mistake, and his lungs were filled with the
smell of her freshly washed hair and the evening clematis climbing up the
crumbling brickwork of the courtyard walls. His arms tightened around her
waist, and her bunched, tense muscles seemed to relax as she melted into him.
The rest of the world disappeared, and all he was conscious of was her pounding
heart as it pressed against his.
This was the woman he’d met two years
ago.
And it seems
I’m just as helpless around her as I ever was. Which is either a good thing, or
a very, very bad one. The verdict’s still out.
As if reading his mind, she turned her
face up to him, a soft, suggestive smile tugging at her full mouth. Desire
flared through him, and if they were anywhere else he would’ve kissed her
without a second’s hesitation. He forced himself to return her smile and simply
enjoy the way her body molded his.
It wasn’t until the lead singer
announced the name of the next song Christopher even realized the music had
stopped. Emmy was the first to recover, and she stepped away, her face flushed
and her eyes not quite meeting his.
“Um.” She licked her lips. “I’m not
sure that was such a good idea.”
“I hate to disagree with you, but I
think it was an excellent idea. And one that should definitely be repeated. You
can’t deny that there’s still something between us.” Christopher tried to pull
her closer as the next song started, but she folded her arms firmly in front of
her. Ironically, it highlighted the soft curves of her body.
At this rate
I’m going to need a fire engine to cool me down.
“I’m serious,” she insisted before
letting out a soft sigh. “You’re right. There is still something between us, but there’s nowhere it can go. I
want to save the farm, and you want to go visit every strange nook and cranny
in the universe. Don’t you see? Nothing’s changed.”
“My hair’s longer,” Christopher said,
but it was obvious by the way Emmy had pushed her lips into two compact lines,
she wasn’t in the joking mood. “I know you like to be organized, and I get
that, but aren’t you over thinking this? I mean, shouldn’t we be having the fun
first and then move on to the serious
conversations about why it would never work?”
“I’m sorry.” The muscles around her
jaw tightened. “I think we should just be friends.”
“Friends that do friendly things together?
Like dancing?” he asked in a hopeful voice.
“How about friends that help other
friends ensure the groom’s brother doesn’t do anything he might regret?” she
countered.
Christopher winced. Ouch. He’d been
friend-zoned. Logically, she had a point. She hadn’t changed her mind, and he
wouldn’t change his, which meant it was for the best.
If only
someone could inform my body of the situation.
Amanda
Ashby was
born in Australia but now lives in New Zealand where she writes romance, young
adult and middle grade books. She also works in a library, owns far too many
vintage tablecloths and likes to delight her family by constantly rearranging
the furniture.
She has
a degree in English and Journalism from the University of Queensland and is
married with two children. Her debut book was nominated for a Romantic Times
Reviewers Choice award, and her first young adult book was listed in the New
York Public Library Stuff for the Teen Age.
Because she’s mysterious she also writes middle grade books under the
name, Catherine Holt and hopes that all this writing won’t interfere with her
Netflix schedule.
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