Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance
There's nothing like a wedding to bring the family together....
If not for her baby sister’s impending marriage, Margaret West would never return home. But after six long years, she finds herself a maid of honor who must answer to the people she left behind.
If her parents’ interrogation doesn’t drive her to drink, facing her foster brother, Adrian, just might. To make matters worse, her ex-fiancé is the vicar who will conduct her sister’s ceremony.
Everyone demands to know why she ran off. But the more time she spends at home, the more Margaret realizes even she doesn’t know the real reason.
~Excerpt~
“When is Aidy getting here?” Jessica
grabbed the large bowl of scrambled eggs and brought it closer to her plate.
grabbed the large bowl of scrambled eggs and brought it closer to her plate.
“I think his flight is due in at three.” My mother placed a dish of bacon on
the table and took a seat beside me. “He will be in time for the wedding
rehearsal; don’t worry.”
My stomach clenched. “Wedding
rehearsal?” I coughed, trying to clear the chunk of toast lodged in my throat.
“What wedding rehearsal?”
“Today at four. We’re running through the service.” Jess scooped egg onto her
plate. “I told you.”
Nervous laughter bubbled in my throat and try as I may, I couldn’t stop shaking
my head. “No.” I patted my chest. “No, you never mentioned a rehearsal.”
“Oh.” She placed the bowl back in the middle of the table. “I could have sworn
I did.”
“Nope, you didn’t. Believe me, I would have remembered otherwise.” I grabbed my
mug and knocked the coffee back before finishing my piece of toast.
“Well, it’s no big deal.” Edward took the bowl of eggs and helped himself.
“Just a quick run-through.”
“Will everyone be there?” Forcing a smile on my face, I looked up at them both,
hoping like hell my question would pass as innocent and genuine curiosity.
“Anyone who is involved in the wedding itself will be.”
Great. So that meant Jessica, Edward, the parents, and the bridesmaids, plus
me. That left Adrian and…. “Will Vicar Taylor, be there?”
Oh God, did my voice just go higher?
“Yes, Margaret, William will be there. He is the one who is marrying Jessie and
Edward, so he needs to be there.” My
father skewered some bacon and tomatoes onto his fork.
Grimacing, I reached out and grabbed another piece of toast. “Just a question,
Pa.” A stupid one, but a question
nevertheless….
“It is normal for people to have wedding rehearsals, Margaret. Just because
you—”
Jess picked up the coffeepot. “Does anyone want more coffee?”
I straightened, my focus fixed on Pa. “I’m aware of that.”
“Maggie?”
My father’s shoulders went rigid. He lifted his head and our gazes locked. I
didn’t miss the way the muscle in the side of his neck ticked. Arguing with my
father in front of Jessica and Edward was not an option, so I looked away.
“Please.” I held out my mug and Jess poured the dark liquid.
I could kick myself. A wedding rehearsal hadn’t even crossed my mind. Having to
stand at the altar before William on the actual wedding day would be hard
enough, but having to do it twice…my
stomach churned.
“So, will Adrian come straight to the church?” Edward cut the awkward silence.
“Yes. He will get a taxi to the church, and then we will bring him and his
luggage back here.” My mother held her mug out to Jess.
“Adrian is staying here? Tonight?” I added sugar to my coffee. “Won’t it
be crowded? I thought—”
“No more crowded than it was in your childhood.” My father took a bite out of
his toast.
More and more good news. Of course he
would be staying here; it was his family home after all. I guess, it was stupid
of me to hope that he would go to a B&B, but my parents wouldn’t have
allowed it even if he did suggest it. I hadn’t seen him in six years, hadn’t
spoken to him. And yet, in a couple of hours I would be locked in the same
house as him.
~About the Author~
Elizabeth lives in a small country village in Cheshire, England, with two cats. You will always find her on the computer, blasting music and writing away. She started life wanting to be an actress because she loved performing. She enjoyed nothing more than being able to make people laugh, to distract them from reality for a few hours. She studied Musical Theatre in college, but during her second year, her mind started to overflow with ideas for scripts and she began writing plays. Slowly over the following three years, she was writing more and more, channeling her imagination into more detailed manuscripts...
Here she is, years later, hiding away like a hermit, writing like crazy and loving every minute of it.
Here she is, years later, hiding away like a hermit, writing like crazy and loving every minute of it.
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