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In this mostly appealing three-story contemporary romance anthology, seductive heroes and determined heroines risk everything to make love work. In Martin’s middling “Early Bird Special,” Dana, haughty, overworked, and full of mood swings, is not impressed with dashing Josh until a night of passion unlocks her closed heart. In Ridgway’s “Weddings, Ink.” commitment-phobic freelance vows writer Charlotte reluctantly agrees when her ex-stepsister asks her and Luke, an old flame and her sister’s best man, to pose as a couple at a wedding retreat. Soon Charlotte and Luke are in very real clinches. In the final and best entry, Florand’s “All’s Fair in Love and Chocolate,” Ellie, a popular chocolate blogger who moves to Paris, meets her hero, Simon, a respected but private chocolatier, and the two are overwhelmed by mutual attraction. Unfortunately, Ellie tells a fib, which is harder to rectify than expected. Readers will enjoy relaxing with these romantic yarns. (May)
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  • ISBN-13: 9780758272881
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 5/1/2012
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 951,404
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Deirdre Martin has written scripts for the daytime drama One Life to Live. She lives with her husband and her dog, Molly, in Ithaca, New York.

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Kiss the Bride


By Deirdre Martin Christine Ridgway Laura Florand

BRAVA BOOKS

Copyright © 2012 Kensington Publishing Corp.
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ISBN: 978-0-7582-7288-1


Chapter One

"How was your flight, hon?"

"Fine." Dana Fine squeezed her grandmother's tiny hand. They were in West Palm Beach Airport, waiting patiently for Dana's bags.

Dana had suggested her grandmother sit down while Dana waited by the luggage carousel, but Grandma Fine was having none of it. "I'm not an invalid, you know." Dana knew better than to push. If her eighty-year-old grandmother wanted to stand next to her while the carousel mindlessly looped 'round and 'round, Dana wasn't about to stop her.

Her grandmother was small but sturdy, her silver bob gleaming beneath the airport's fluorescent lights. Impatient, she pulled her glasses down to the end of her nose, squinting at her watch. "Your grandfather must be having a conniption, having to circle with the car."

"I told you, it would have been easier if I just took a cab to your place," Dana reminded her gently.

"Waste of time and money," her grandmother declared, patting her head to make sure every hair was in place. "Besides, this gives me a little more time with you."

Dana was immediately swamped in guilt. She hadn't been to Boca Raton to see her grandparents in two years, because she was always traveling. As the director of retail expansion for La Belle Femme, an upscale chain of boutiques for women, her job took her all over the world. This year alone, she'd been to London, Rome, and Geneva. She spent more time away than at home. She used to deny this, until she was at a barbecue at her friend Suzanne's house, and Suzanne's four-year-old daughter innocently asked, "Do you live on a plane?"

The question forced her to make a lifestyle evaluation, something she'd been avoiding. She wasn't going to lie: she had a great salary, a great wardrobe, and a great, some might even say "exotic," job. Unfortunately, she also had no husband and no children. She told herself she was okay with that, until she found herself starting to get teary holding her friends' babies. That's when she was forced to admit she wanted a family sooner rather than later. There was just one problem, and it was one she knew lots of women would kill to have: La Belle Femme was planning to open a store in Paris. If they did, it would be Dana's to run.

Dana felt a nudge in her ribs. "That one's gotta be yours." While she'd been daydreaming, everyone else who'd been on the flight had collected their luggage. There was just one large, lonely Coach suitcase riding the carousel.

"All right," she said to her grandmother, grabbing the bag the next time it came 'round. "Let's go find Grandpa."

"Probably having a conniption," her grandmother repeated.

Slowing her pace, Dana accompanied her grandmother outside. There, idling in front of the steel and glass airport, was her grandfather's taupe Lexus, the trunk already popped. Dana threw her bag in the trunk and climbed into the backseat.

"What the hell took you so long?"

Dana's mood deflated, not because of her grandfather's gruffness, but because of the heat. She'd hoped he'd be blasting the air-conditioning, since walking out of the airport was like entering a blindingly bright, palm tree–lined sauna. Instead, the temperature in the car seemed warmer than the air outside.

"It didn't take us long at all," her grandmother countered, settling beside him in the front seat. "If you'd just found a parking space and waited with me like I told you, you wouldn't have had to circle."

Dana's grandfather muttered something unintelligible under his breath before smiling at Dana in the rearview mirror. "How's my girl?"

"Good, Grandpa."

"Good."

Looking at her grandparents, Dana noticed the differences two years had made: her grandfather, once a big, silver-haired bear of a man, looked a little more stooped than last time. Both of their spines were a little more crooked, and their age spots were bigger. The veins showing through tan hands were more ropey and prominent. The wrinkles on their faces etched deeper. But none of that mattered. They were who they'd always been: Grandma and Grandpa.

"How long have we got you for?" her grandfather asked, driving slowly down Jog Road, the ruler-straight avenue that would take them to Huerto de Naranja, the gated retirement community in Boca Raton where her grandparents lived. Cars driven by young, rich professionals flew by theirs, the drivers flipping her grandfather off. "Yeah, you go fuck yourselves, too!" her grandfather yelled.

"Idiots," her grandmother said. "Better safe than sorry, I always say."

"You're goddamn right." Her grandfather glanced at Dana again in the mirror. "We were saying—?"

"I'm not here long," said Dana, rummaging through her shoulder bag for some water. She chugged it down like a woman who'd been staggering through the desert for days. Thirst quenched, she sat back with a satisfied sigh. "Actually, I'm not completely sure. Three weeks, tops."

Her grandfather shook his head, prompting Dana's guilt to return. "Is it worth it? All this hopping around you do for your job? You look tired."

"Leave her alone, Sam," her grandmother said sharply.

"Who's bothering her?"

"C'mon, you guys." Dana leaned forward between the front seats, squeezing both of their shoulders. "No time for bickering. I'm just glad I'm here."

Her grandmother grinned. "So are we, doll." She turned to her husband. "Staying with us rather than at the Four Seasons in Palm Beach," she marveled. "Can you beat that?"

Her grandfather smiled happily. "Of course she is."

Dana leaned back again, feeling mildly groggy. She decided to be grateful for the small things: her grandfather would never acknowledge a request to turn up the AC, but at least he wasn't a horrible driver.

She closed her eyes, since there was really nothing to see apart from identical shopping centers, most of them boasting the same set of stores: a Publix supermarket, a Subway, a Rite Aid, and a bank. Sometimes you'd spot the occasional deli. That was it.

She was surprised by how short the ride was. No sooner was she on the cusp of sleep than they were driving through the condo community's gates and parking the car in its reserved spot.

Dana stepped out of the car, thankful she was wearing her sunglasses as the bright sun beat down. Good old Huerto de Naranja, she thought, where every condo unit and semidetached house looked exactly the same. Same stucco walls, same adobe-tiled roof, same immaculately manicured flowers and plants lining the front walk. Nothing had changed since the last time she was here. But somehow, there was comfort in that.

Chapter Two

The next morning, Dana awakened at the crack of dawn to go running. She used the term "awakened" loosely; to be honest, she hadn't slept much. Her grandparents kept their condo warm enough to hatch chicks. Somewhere around three A.M., Dana had crept out of her bedroom and turned the thermostat down just a tiny bit. But an hour later, her room began sweltering again, and she knew one of them had inched it back up. It would be an unspoken battle for the length of her stay.

Once again, Florida's summer humidity smacked her in the face as she set off, making a point of remembering both her grandparents' address and the color of the car next to theirs. That way, she'd be able to find her way back if she got lost among the identical buildings on the identical streets. "I don't know why they chose to live there," Dana's mother had sniffed disdainfully when her parents left Manhattan for Boca. "It's like being dead when you're still alive."

Jogging down the silent streets, Dana wasn't so sure she agreed. What was wrong with wanting to be somewhere safe where there was beautiful weather all year-round? Or living within walking distance of your friends, whom you could hang out with all day long? Her grandparents seemed happy. Who was her mother to judge?

At any rate, Dana was glad to have a few days to herself before she had to start interviewing for the Palm Beach store. She remembered when she used to find her job interesting. Now she found it tedious, except when she thought about Paris.

After an hour of doing laps, dawn had become more insistent, and Dana, coated in a thick sheen of sweat, started back to the condo. She was the only person out except for some tan, well-built guy in a muscle shirt, work boots, and battered blue jeans, staring intently at a line of azalea bushes as if they were a work of art. Dana made a U-turn the minute she saw him. She had no ID on her, no cell, no rape whistle. He was probably one of the maintenance crew, but still, she felt safer steering clear of him. You never knew.

By four that afternoon, Dana was no longer certain that choosing to spend the entire day with her grandmother had been such a good idea. So far, they'd spent the morning hours sitting by the clubhouse pool, where she'd been the only one who actually swam. They'd shopped at the mall, where her grandmother urged her to buy anything she wanted. But every time Dana picked something out, her grandma would give her a look that could wither a fresh flower. Finally, in capitulation, Dana let her grandmother buy her a shirt. On first glance, it wasn't that bad: a plain, beige women's button-down blouse. The problem was the epaulets. The blouse had gold epaulets. Dana had never worn anything with epaulets in her life, and she never would. The minute she got home, she was giving it to charity.

Luckily, the trials of the morning vanished when her grandmother took her over to her best friend Molly's for lunch late in the day. Dana had known Molly her whole life, and had always adored her. She was blunt and funny, and she had always treated Dana like she was in on a big secret. Molly made her feel special.

"Look at you!" Molly exclaimed as Dana and her grandmother came through her front door. "I can't believe it's been two years!"

"Neither can I," Dana's grandmother commented under her breath.

Molly, too, had aged since the last time Dana had seen her, but there was something timeless about her. Perhaps it was the mischievous glint in her eye, or the edgy pixie cut she'd always sported. Whatever it was, Dana had always found her inspiring. "I made your favorite," said Molly, cupping Dana's cheek the same way she had when she was small. "Tuna on rye bread, with chocolate milk."

"Oh, Molly." Dana hugged her. It meant so much to her that Molly remembered. Dana had stopped eating that meal years ago, but it didn't matter: Molly made it with love, and every time Molly made it for her, Dana ate it.

Molly motioned Dana and her grandmother into her small, white kitchen. Her condo wasn't broiling like her grand-parents', but it was a close second.

"Sit, sit," Molly urged as she regarded Dana's grandmother with a frown. "I swear to Christ, Adele, I'd sit in the Florida room, but it's too hot."

"Turn up the AC," Dana suggested.

"It's got nothing to do with the AC," said Molly. "It's that the room is all glass. The sun beats down, you fry. End of story." She looked at Dana hopefully. "How long are you here for?"

"Three weeks, tops. Why?"

Molly threw Dana's grandmother a significant look. It took Dana only a split second to figure out what was up. "No. No, no, no, no."

"Hear me out," said Molly.

Dana made a face as she poured out some chocolate milk for herself.

"It's my nephew, Josh."

"You never told me you had a nephew named Josh. I certainly never met a nephew of yours named Josh."

"He's my brother Greg's son. He grew up in Chicago. That's why you never met him: that branch of the family rarely came to New York."

Dana's grandmother shook her head, looking mystified. "I'll never understand that."

"Anyway," Molly continued, "Josh lives down here now. He's a big-time landscape architect, with a degree from Cornell."

Dana was unmoved. "So?"

"Why don't you meet him for a drink?" her grandmother suggested.

"What is the point of us meeting for a drink when I'm leaving in under a month?" Dana asked, cutting her sandwich in half.

Molly looked at Dana's grandmother with incredulity. "Would you listen to this one?"

"It's a drink, Dana, not picking out a china pattern," said her grandmother.

"Ouch."

"What's the harm?" her grandmother continued good-naturedly. "What, you want to spend every night with me and your grandfather, when you could be out exploring the nightlife, meeting people your own age?"

"Josh is nice," Molly continued. "He's good-looking, easygoing ..."

"Then why is he single?"

"Why are you single?" her grandmother retorted.

"Adele!" Molly looked horrified. "That's not fair." She smiled at Dana, though her disappointment was obvious. "Look, it's no big deal. We just thought: two workaholics, it might be nice if, while you're here, you relaxed a little. God knows Josh could use some relaxation, too. He drives himself into the ground."

Dana considered the proposition before her. What was one drink? If they had nothing to say to each other, or if it was a case of loathing on first sight, the whole thing could be over and done with in half an hour. She hated to admit it, but her grandmother was right: it might be nice to have a drink with someone her own age. She had a few business connections in Palm Beach, but the thing about going for cocktails with business acquaintances was that you inevitably talked business. Hmm. One drink with a landscape architect with a degree from Cornell versus watching American Pickers with her grandparents. She supposed she could make the sacrifice.

"I'll do it," she said, "on one condition."

Molly's and her grandma's eyes lit up simultaneously. It was disconcerting. "What's that?" her grandmother asked.

"I want to see him first."

"Fair enough," said Molly, who had just chugged down her chocolate milk like it was bourbon. "Here's what we'll do. Adele, you call Josh."

Dana turned to her grandmother. "You know him?"

"Of course I know him. Everyone around here knows him. Like Molly said, he's a big-shot architect. I've met him many times."

Molly continued issuing instructions to Dana's grandmother. "Ask him if he can swing by your place tomorrow after work. Tell him that the white frangipani you have in the clay pot in the kitchen is wilting for no good reason, and you want him to take a look at it. Pluck a few blossoms, crumple them, and throw them to the ground. Make it look real."

Dana's grandmother stared at her. "I'm not an idiot, you know."

"When he comes by, introduce him to Dana," Molly continued. "A few days later, I'll see him and say something like, 'Oh, Adele told me you stopped by to look at her frangipani. Blah, blah, blah, blah, did you meet her niece, blah, blah, blah, she's new in town, it might be nice to go for drinks, blah, done."

"Wow," Dana deadpanned. "That summation is really encouraging."

Molly frowned. "You know what I mean."

"And what if he says, 'Not interested'?" Dana asked. The thought rankled. And she hadn't even met the guy yet. For all she knew, he could be the world's biggest jackass. Yet here she was, already imagining herself being rejected.

"Doubtful," said Molly. "He's many things, but stupid isn't one of them." She glanced around the table. "Are we agreed on this? Josh stopping by?"

"You mean tricking Josh into stopping by," Dana pointed out.

"Who cares how we get him there?" her grandmother countered. "As long as he comes over."

"He will," said Molly.

Dana's grandmother touched her wrist. "Wear your new shirt."

Dana gave her a dirty look. "This is just introducing us to see if we want to meet for drinks at some point, right? It's not a setup for a date."

"You still want to look nice," said her grandmother. "That shirt is nice."

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Kiss the Bride by Deirdre Martin Christine Ridgway Laura Florand Copyright © 2012 by Kensington Publishing Corp.. Excerpted by permission of BRAVA BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Contents

Early Bird Special by Deirdre Martin....................1
Weddings, Ink. by Christie Ridgway....................125
All's Fair in Love and Chocolate by Laura Florand....................213
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  • Posted June 26, 2012

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    KISS THE BRIDE is one of those stories you start and hate to see

    KISS THE BRIDE is one of those stories you start and hate to see finish but at the same time turn the pages so quickly it’s soon over. I started this book on Saturday night and finished it on Sunday morning. There are 3 stories in this book, the first one is Deirdre Martin’s EARLY BIRD SPECIAL, and is a great story. It’s quick, easy to read, fun and will leave you smiling. You will cheer for these characters. I must say I was sad to see the story end. I would have loved to have seen an epilogue telling me how things were going but overall it was well written and engaging. And left me ready to jump right into the next story, Christie Ridgway’s WEDDINGS,INK. For me I think WEDDINGS,INK was my favorite story. I have a thing for second chances and this was one of those stories. It was a cute story written really well with characters that had depth and seemed to be a longer story overall. I loved everything about this story from the setting, to the characters, to the pace. It’s a wonderful story and leaves you ready to take on the final story in this book, Laura Florand’s ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND CHOCOLATE. This story is fun, it’s sexy and fans of chocolate(um is anyone not a fan?) are going to love it. The story is well written with great characters and leaves you eager to read more from this author.

    Overall all three stories will leave you smiling and happy. The authors have written wonderful stories that have great characters. If you are new to any of these authors you’ll find stories that will have you eagerly picking up more from them. If you know them already you’ll enjoy these quick easy reads. I’d put KISS THE BRIDE on my Beach Reading list, the stories are light and at times will have you laughing. I highly recommend this fun, engaging read to everyone!

    Reviewed by Wendy Keel

    Rating 4.5

    Heat Rating: Sexy, mild sex scenes nothing too racy

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2012

    The first story by Dierdre Martin was OK, I wasn't impressed but

    The first story by Dierdre Martin was OK, I wasn't impressed but that may have been because I was so used to her stories including either her NY Blades or Wild Hart series. The second story by Christie Ridgway was definately the best of the 3 stories in the book and did keep my attention. The third story by Laura Florand was awful, I couldn't even finish it. It was boring and way to descriptive, most of the time I couldn't even follow what she was taking about. In the end I really wish I would not have spent the money on this book.

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  • Posted May 14, 2012

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    Enjoyable

    Deirdre Martin: I enjoyed this story. The grandparent's and aunt were very cute. I enjoyed it very much and wouldn't mind Josh coming to my home to landscape.

    Christie Ridgway: This is my favorite story. I enjoyed both Luke and Charlotte. The way they worked out their relationship was romantic. I also liked how she found her family.

    Laura Florand: I haven't read this author before and can't say that I hated it or loved it. It was a okay story.

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  • Posted May 3, 2012

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    Kiss the Bride Anthology Love that you can get to read 3 diffe


    Kiss the Bride Anthology
    Love that you can get to read 3 different authors that you've never read before. I will now search for their other books, because they are so good!
    Early Bird Special by Deirdore Martin
    Dana Fine is back in the states, staying with her grandparents in Palm Beach, Florida as she opens the latest new boutique for the company she works for.
    Josh Green owns his own landscaping company and they are thrown together and hit it off.
    They have a dance date but something goes wrong and it's going to be hard to get them back together.
    Dana concentrates on her boutique and Josh on the landscaping jobs.
    The grandparents of them both try to intervene...

    Weddings, Ink by Christie Ridgway
    Charlotte Bond, as the writer of nuptials she must go away with the whole wedding party to Palm Springs to get to know the groom so she can write the special words for him.
    Luke is the groom's brother, who she had dated in the past. He's to be her partner for the weekend.
    Things don't quite go as expected and they end up in one room for the weekend.
    During the weekend the couples are able to compete in games, races, etc and the prize is usually a ballgame ticket. Great games for Jack and Jill party, too hilarious!
    One of Charlottes' step fathers wants to hook up with her for a coffee but she convinces him she needs to stay at the activities.
    Other adventures and hot steamy sex round off this book.

    All's Fair in Love and Chocolate by Laura Florand
    Eloise Layne is a blogger and writes about food. She's in Paris and hopes to meet up once again with Simon Casset to sample his chocolate and find out all his secrets, then move onto another to find out and write about their cooking secrets.
    At her meeting with Simon she tells him her fiance can't make the meeting. She has drawings of gargoyles and dragonflies that she wants incorporated into chocolate for her wedding. He's been reading her blog and she says he's HOT!
    He can't help fantasize about her. He offers for her to watch and photograph him with the chocolate.
    Quite a few French phrases that are not translated make it a bit difficult to get the gist of things.
    She's now told Simon her fiancee has met with an accident and while in the hospital he's been with a nurse. She goes for a ride on the quay and meets Simon as he is out for his nightly jog. She takes him back to her apartment and he tells her to forget about him.
    He rubs the tension from her body and she heats up to his touch.
    It's finally come down to the end: he's finished the chocolate centerpiece and now her fiance has to approve it, or she'll leave him.

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