Falling for the Best Man
Sisters of the Wishing Bridge Farm, #1
Sisters of the Wishing Bridge Farm, #1
by Amanda Ashby
Releasing: January 9th 2017
Entangled Bliss
Entangled Bliss
He’s the best man and her secret
fling—who said being a wedding planner was easy?
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Falling
for the Best Man (Sisters of the Wishing Bridge Farm, #1) . . .
Something neither of them planned
for but it turned out to be the best decision that either of their hearts could
make for them. Emmy was just looking so secure the future of her farm. Chris was looking for a leg up. Neither would
guess that the very event would change their lives forever. I had fun watching
these two do what they do and then work to not get caught in the lie that was
real. This one had laughs from the start of the thing being set in to motion.
Emmy was working so hard to keep things on track. The harder she worked the
more things just went in the other direction.
Sweet, simple, hilarious fun. Never
would you image that saving the family farm, getting the job of your dreams,
and planning a wedding would go together but this one did it and then some.
Blurb
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.
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.
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“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.
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Author Info
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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