BLURB:
And she thought the bridesmaids dresses were her biggest problem...
Allison
Ralston would rather be anywhere other than this wedding. Even if
the
wedding is hers. Especially since the wedding is hers.
But
Allie's determined to restore her family's happiness, and if tying the knot
with longtime family friend, Josh Brewster, is the way to do it, then she'll
walk down that aisle, toss that bouquet and drink that champagne.
Oh,
she'll definitely drink the champagne.
There’s only one thing that could get Gavin Montgomery back
to Promise Harbor. And she’s about to
say I do to another man. Now he’s back to claim what’s his—even if he has to do
it in the middle of her wedding.
Allie is shocked—and okay, a little turned on—when Gavin
literally sweeps her off her feet. Safe in his arms, she succumbs to fatigue,
stress, and yes, the champagne, only to wake up in his bed. In Alaska.
Now
that he’s put four thousand miles between Allie and all her responsibilities,
Gavin’s determined to show her that they can make a life together. If he has his way, the next wedding Allie
will be planning will be theirs.
Warning: Contains a guy so in love he’s willing to break up
the wedding of the season, a bride who just needs to get to, well, anywhere else, and enough hot sex to
take them from New England to Alaska and back again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
EXCERPT:
Gavin
headed for the rental car, mostly because he had no idea where else to go. It was right in front of the church, parked
crookedly at the curb, the keys still in the ignition.
Just
how he’d expect someone to park who was about to break up a wedding and steal
the bride.
Break
up a wedding. Steal the bride.
Hell. What had he just done?
Had
he really just carried Allie out of her own wedding?
Gavin
felt a trickle of sweat slip down his back—and it wasn’t that hot out here.
Holy
shit.
He’d
really done it.
And
looking down at the woman in his arms, he knew he would do it all over again.
It
was moments like this that being a selfish bastard—as his father so eloquently
put it—was a good thing. He wasn’t going
to lose any sleep over Josh Brewster and the wedding without a bride. Maybe Josh really loved Allie. Maybe his heart was in pieces right now. But
Gavin didn’t really care. This was about
him and the fact that he was in love with her.
Josh was on his own.
Yanking
the passenger door open, he nudged Allie inside and slammed the door before
jogging to the driver’s side. He slid
behind the wheel, shifted into drive and pulled away from the curb, aware of
Josh’s angry presence by the church’s side door. Gavin kept his eyes on the street until they
were a block away, then he glanced over at Allie. She was watching him with those big green
eyes that had made him mush for years.
“You okay?” he asked, giving her a little
smile. She would be if she wasn’t
now. He’d make sure of it.
“Strangely enough, I think I might be,” she
said.
One
corner of her mouth curled up at the corner and Gavin knew he was right to
interrupt the wedding. It wasn’t like
declaring that he still loved her and wanted her back could have really waited
until after the wedding.
He
smiled. “How do you feel?”
“Like the dream I had where you came home and
swept me off my feet finally came true.”
Those
words were clear and they punched Gavin in the gut. “Yeah?” he asked gruffly.
“Yeah.”
He
couldn’t believe he’d been within minutes of losing her for good. He took a deep breath. He’d come here to tell her how he felt, to
beg her not to get married.
The
not-getting-married thing seemed taken care of.
For now anyway. Now for the
I-was-stupid-to-let-you-go speech.
“Allie, I…”
“I’m starving,” she interrupted.
O-k-a-y. “What do you want?”
“A cheeseburger. With bacon.”
He
couldn’t help his smile. Allie was one
of those girls who could eat like crazy and never gain weight. Then he frowned. She’d never been this skinny though. She hadn’t been eating any bacon
cheeseburgers lately.
“You don’t look good,” he said simply.
Her
eyes widened. “Well, thanks.”
“Seriously. Did you sleep last night?”
“Four hours.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Maybe three.”
“And you haven’t eaten?”
She
shook her head. “Couldn’t.”
“But you’ve been drinking.” It had been clear in the church in the way
she’d slightly slurred her words.
“Definitely,” she confirmed. “Lots.”
“Today too?”
“Champagne.”
She spread her arms wide.
“Happiest day of my life.”
Uh,
huh.
That
champagne was playing a huge part in her leaving the church with him.
Gavin
shoved one hand through his hair, taking a corner too fast. He knew that her state of mind came, at least
in part, from a bottle and knew that he should be torn about that. But he wasn’t. He’d had to get her out of that church. At least long enough to tell her that he was
still in love with her.
“How’s your head?” he asked. Surely she was feeling the effects of the
night before. On the phone it had been
clear she was drunk. But he hadn’t been
able to help the thump of his heart when he’d heard her voice—and the words to
the song.
“Swimmy,” she answered, wrinkling her nose
again. “Is that a word?”
He
shook his head with a slight smile in spite of knowing he shouldn’t find this
funny. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, that’s how it feels,” she said. “Like my words are swimming around and
around. Like they can’t find the way.”
“Okay, we need to sober you up. Then talk.”
She
frowned. “I’m really hungry.”
A
cheeseburger he could do. That was now
the plan—focus on one thing at a time.
“Can we grab my bags out of my car?” she
asked. “I’ve got crackers in there. And
Twizzlers. And a Snickers. And lip gloss.” She rubbed a finger over her bottom lip as if
being without lip gloss and licorice was the biggest problem in her life. She grabbed the bottom edge of her bra
through her dress and wiggled it. “I
need a different bra, too. Bernice
picked this one out.”
Gavin
wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything.
“Al, I can…”
She
reached up and pulled her veil from her hair, then looked down at her dress,
lifting the skirt with her hands. “I need a brush and some different clothes.”
Finally,
he just grinned. With that list, how could he doubt she needed her bags? And he was on board with her not needing to
keep the dress on. That was a good sign
she didn’t intend to go back to her wedding any time soon. “You bet. Where is it?”
“It’s right by the north door of the
church. The blue Focus.”
Right. Her car would be at the church. Great.
Praying
for a little divine intervention—that he was pretty sure he didn’t fully
deserve—he took a left and headed back for St. Mark’s.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Erin Nicholas is the author
of sexy contemporary romances. Her
stories have been described as toe-curling, enchanting, steamy and fun. She loves to write about reluctant heroes,
imperfect heroines, sex with food and happily ever afters. She lives in the Midwest with her husband who
only wants to read the sex scenes in her books, her kids who will never read
the sex scenes in her books, and family and friends who say they’re shocked by
the sex scenes in her books (yeah, right!).
You can find Erin on the web:
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"Swimmy" is a perfectly good word & certainly explains her state of mind well.
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Well, it's the last day of the tour and I want to say I've enjoyed following you around, learning more about you and your books. So, thanks for a good time!
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It's been a great tour, I'm looking forward to reading the book.
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Gavin and Allie's story sounds so wonderful! Thanks so much for sharing! I've had a blast on the tour and look forward to hearing more about you and your books!!
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HITCHED sounds like it's full of all kinds of win! Sounds like it features one of my all-time favorite kinds of heroes, too-- the determined kind :-)
ReplyDeleteLoved the tour!
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Thaks for hosting me!
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