The Marriage Pact

The Marriage Pact

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by Linda Lael Miller

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The women of Bliss County are ready to meet the men of their dreams! See how it all begins in this enthralling new series by #1 New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller 

Ten years ago, Hadleigh Stevens was eighteen and this close to saying "I do," when Tripp Galloway interrupted her walk down the aisle. Now that she's recovered from


The women of Bliss County are ready to meet the men of their dreams! See how it all begins in this enthralling new series by #1 New York Times bestselling author Linda Lael Miller 

Ten years ago, Hadleigh Stevens was eighteen and this close to saying "I do," when Tripp Galloway interrupted her walk down the aisle. Now that she's recovered from her youthful mistake and Tripp's interference, Hadleigh and her single friends form a marriage pact. She doesn't expect Tripp to meddle with her new plan to find Mr. Right—or to discover that she's more attracted to him than ever! 

Divorced and eager to reconnect with his cowboy roots, Tripp returns to Bliss County to save his ailing father's ranch. He's not looking for another wife—certainly not his best friend's little sister. But he's never been able to forget Hadleigh. And this time, if she ends up in his arms, he won't be walking away!

Editorial Reviews

Library Journal
Ten years ago, Tripp Galloway stormed into the church, tossed teenager Hadleigh Stevens over his shoulder, and walked out, doing just what her late brother and his friend would have done—stopping her from a potentially disastrous marriage. Now after ages away, Tripp is back in Mustang Creek to help his stepfather with his ranch and hoping to mend his fences with Hadleigh. But the resentment remains, and Tripp knows getting back in Hadleigh's good graces won't be easy. VERDICT Two appealing protagonists who need to come to terms with their feelings, a cast of engaging secondary characters—a footloose dad is memorable—and an agreement between Hadleigh and her two BFFs not to marry for anything but true love drive the leisurely plot of this touching, down-to-earth story that provides fans with a realistic community in a glorious landscape and deftly launches Miller's latest contemporary Western series. Miller (Big Sky Secrets) lives in Spokane.
Publishers Weekly
In Miller’s lackluster contemporary series opener, 18-year-old Hadleigh Stevens’s wedding is rudely interrupted by Tripp Galloway, who sweeps into the church of their small Wyoming town’s and literally carries Hadleigh out so she won’t marry the wrong man. Hadleigh’s vulnerable heart is broken twice that day when she discovers that Tripp isn’t the right man, either; he’s only keeping a promise to her dead older brother by keeping an eye on her. Ten years later, Hadleigh remains single but has formed a marriage pact with her two best friends, swearing they will each settle for “true love or nothing.” She crosses paths again with Tripp, who is divorced and back home to take care of his ailing father, but this time, their relationship grows. Miller (Ragged Rainbows) treads familiar ground with her detailing of close-knit small town life, developed characters, sweet romance, and a hint of cowboy excitement. However, a strong reliance on internal angst rather than external action slows the story’s forward motion. (June)
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"Miller's name is synonymous with the finest in western romance."

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"Full of equal parts heart and heartache, Miller's newest western is sure to tug at the heartstrings from the first charming scene to the last."

-RT Book Reviews on Big Sky Summer

"Miller's down-home, easy-to-read style keeps the plot moving, and she includes...likable characters, picturesque descriptions and some very sweet pets."

-Publishers Weekly on Big Sky Country

"A delightful addition to Miller's Big Sky series. This author has a way with a phrase that is nigh-on poetic...this story [is] especially entertaining."

-RT Book Reviews on Big Sky Mountain

"A passionate love too long denied drives the action in this multifaceted, emotionally rich reunion story that overflows with breathtaking sexual chemistry."

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"Miller's prose is smart, and her tough Eastwoodian cowboy cuts a sharp, unexpectedly funny figure in a classroom full of rambunctious frontier kids."

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"Miller's return to Parable is a charming story of love in its many forms. The hero's struggles are handled in an informed and heartwarming way, and it's easy to empathize with the heroine's desire to start an independent, new life in this sweetly entertaining and alluring tale."
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"Miller's third Stone Creek novel gets as hot as the noontime desert. Miller's portrayal of Sarah as a strong, independent woman sets this novel apart from customary tales of the damsel in distress and the rescuing hero...Well-developed, personable characters and a handful of loose ends will leave readers anticipating future installments." —Publishers Weekly on The Rustler

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"Well, dog," Tripp Galloway said, addressing his sidekick, a cross-eyed black Lab he'd bought as a pup out of the back of a beat-up pickup alongside a Seattle highway the year before, "we're almost home."

Ridley glanced over at him and yawned expansively.

Tripp sighed. "Truth is, I'm not all that excited about it, either," he confided.

Ridley gave a sympathetic whimper, then turned away to press his muzzle against the well-smudged passenger-side window—his way of saying he'd like to stick his head out, if it was all the same to Tripp, and let his ears flap in the wind like a pair of furry flags.

Tripp chuckled and hit the button on his armrest to open Ridley's window halfway, and the inevitable roar filled the extended cab of the truck. The dog was in hog heaven, while his master wondered, not for the first time, how the hell the critter could breathe with all that air coming at him.

Tripp sighed again. Another of life's little mysteries, he thought.

He could see the ragged outskirts of Mustang Creek just ahead—a convenience store/gas station here and there, a few lone trailers rusting in weedy lots, their best days far behind them, and more storage units than any community ought to need, especially one the size of his hometown.

It was a sign of the times, Tripp supposed, a mite glumly, that people had so damn much stuff that their houses and garages were overflowing. Instead of taking a good long look at themselves and figuring out what kind of interior hole they were trying to fill, they bought more stuff and rented a place to stash the excess. At this rate, the whole planet would be clogged with boxes and bins full of forgotten belongings in no time at all.

He shook his head, resigned. He was a wealthy man, but he believed in owning one of most things, from watches and pairs of boots to houses and cars. He did make certain exceptions, of course—dogs, horses and cattle, to name a few, but, then, of course, animals weren't things.

Tripp shifted his attention back to coming home. He'd been there intermittently, over the years, returning for the odd Thanksgiving or Christmas holiday, the usual funerals and weddings—one of them particularly memorable—and a class reunion or two at the high school. It had been a long time, though, since he'd been a resident.

In the off-season, Mustang Creek was a sleepy little burg nestled in a wide valley, with mountains towering on all sides, but in the summer, when folks came through in campers and minivans on family vacations, taking in the Grand Tetons as they made their way either to or from Yellowstone, things livened up considerably. The second big season, of course, was winter, when visitors from all over the world came to ski, enjoy some of the most magnificent scenery to be found anywhere and, to the irritated relief of the locals, spend plenty of money.

As it happened, he and Ridley were arriving during the brief lull between the sizable influxes of outsiders, that being September, October and part of November, and Tripp was looking forward to living quietly on his stepdad's ranch for a while, doing real work of the hard physical variety. After several years spent running his small but profitable charter-jet service out of Seattle—ironically, he'd put in most of his hours behind a desk instead of in the cockpit, where he would have preferred to be—Tripp hankered for the sweat-soaked, sore-muscle satisfaction that came with putting in a long day on the range.

He'd made some heavy-duty changes in his life, most of them recent, selling his company and all six jets, leasing out his penthouse condo with its breathtaking view of Elliott Bay and points beyond, including the snow-covered Olympic mountain range.

He didn't miss the city traffic, the honking horns and other noise, or jostling through crowds everywhere he went.

Oh, yeah. Tripp Galloway was ready for a little un-urban renewal.

More than ready.

There were some things in his past he needed to come to terms with, now that he'd shifted gears and left his fast-track life, with its pie-charts and spreadsheets, three-piece suits and meetings, not to mention the constant barrage of texts, emails and telephone calls and the decisions that had to be made Now. Or better yet, yesterday.

Out here, in the open country, he wouldn't be able to dodge the stuff that prodded at the underside of his conscious mind 24/7. Losing his mom when he was just sixteen, for instance. Sitting by helplessly while his best friend died, thousands of miles from home. And then there was his short-term marriage, over for some eight years now—he and Danielle were better off without each other, no doubt about it, but the divorce had hurt, and hurt badly, just the same.

He'd dated a lot of women since then, but he'd always been careful not to get too involved. Once the lady in question started bringing up topics like kids and houses—and leaving bridal magazines around, with pages showing spectacular wedding gowns or knock-out engagement rings—he was out of there, and quick. It wasn't that Tripp didn't want a home and family. He did.

He'd been led to believe that Danielle did, too.


When they'd finally called it quits over that disagreement and numerous others, it wasn't Danielle's departure that grieved him for months, even years, afterward, it was the death of the dream. The failure.

Tripp banished his dejection—no sense getting sucked into the past if he could avoid it—just as he and the dog rolled on, into the heart of town. By then, Ridley had pulled his head back inside the truck and was checking out their surroundings, tongue lolling.

Mustang Creek proper was something to see, all right. The main street was outfitted to look like an Old West town, with wooden facades on all the buildings, board sidewalks and hitching posts and even horse troughs in front of a few of the businesses. While a number of the local establishments had saloonlike names—the Rusty Bucket, the Diamond Spur and so on—there was only one genuine bar among the lot of them, the Moose Jaw Tavern.

The Bucket housed an insurance agency, and the Spur was a dentist's office.

Tripp supposed the whole setup was pretty tacky, but the fact was, he sort of liked it. Sometimes, at odd moments, it gave him the uncharacteristically fanciful feeling that he'd slipped through a time warp and ended up in the 1800s, where life was simpler, if less convenient.

Once they'd left the main street behind, the town began to look a little more modern, if the 1950s could be called modern. Here, there were tidy shingled houses with painted porches and picket-fenced yards bursting with the last and heartiest flowers of summer. The sidewalks were buckled in places, mostly by tree roots, and dogs wandered loose, clean and well fed, safe because they belonged, because everybody knew them by name and finding their way home was easy.

Ridley made a whining sound, probably born of envy, as they passed yet another meandering canine.

Tripp chuckled and reached over to pat the Lab's glossy ruff. "Easy, now," he said. "Once we get to the ranch, you'll have more freedom than you'll know what to do with."

Ridley rested his muzzle on the dashboard, rolled his eyes balefully in Tripp's direction and sighed heavily, as if to say, Promises, promises.

And then, just like that, there it was, the redbrick church, as unchanged as the rest of the town. Looking at the place, remembering how he'd crashed Hadleigh Stevens's wedding, called a halt to the proceedings and then carried her out of there like a sack of grain made his stomach twitch.

It wasn't that Tripp regretted what he'd done; time had proven him right. That pecker-head she'd been about to marry, Oakley Smyth, was on his third divorce at last report, due to a persistent gambling habit and an aversion to monogamy. Moreover, his trust fund had seized up like a tractor left out in the weather to rust, courtesy of a clause in his parents' wills that allowed for any adjustments the executrix might deem advisable, pinching the cash flow from a torrent to a trickle.

These days, evidently, it sucked to be Oakley.

And that was fine with Tripp. What wasn't fine, then or now, was seeing Hadleigh hurt so badly, knowing he'd personally broken her heart, however good his intentions might have been. Knowing she'd never found what she really wanted, what she'd wanted from the time she was a little girl: a home and family, the traditional kind comprising a husband, a wife, 2.5 children and some pets.

A light, dust-settling drizzle began just then, reflecting his mood—the weather could change quickly in Wyoming—as they were passing the town limits, only ten miles or so from the ranch, and Tripp eased his foot down on the gas pedal, eager to get there.

As the rig picked up speed, Ridley let it be known that he'd appreciate another opportunity to stick his head out into the wind, rain or no rain.


Well, Hadleigh Stevens thought philosophically, the farmers and ranchers would certainly appreciate it, even if she didn't.

Such weather made some people feel downright cozy; they'd brew some tea and light a cheery blaze in the fireplace and swap out their shoes for comfortable slippers. But it always saddened Hadleigh a little when the sky clouded over and the storm began, be it drizzle or downpour.

It had been raining that long-ago afternoon when her grandmother had shown up at school, her face creased with grief, to collect Hadleigh, saying not a word. They'd gone on, in Gram's old station wagon, to pick up Will. He was waiting out in front of the junior high building, pale and seemingly heedless of the downpour. Being seven years older than Hadleigh, he'd known what she hadn't—that both their parents had died in a car crash just hours before, outside Laramie.

It rained the day of their mom and dad's joint funeral and again a few years later, when Hadleigh and her grandmother got word that Will had died as a result of wounds received during a roadside bombing in Afghanistan.

And when Gram had passed away, after a long illness, the skies had been gray and umbrellas had sprouted everywhere, like colorful mushrooms.

Today, Hadleigh had tried to shake off the mood by her usual method—keeping busy.

She'd closed Patches, the quilting shop she'd inherited from her grandmother, at noon; her two closest friends were coming over that evening, on serious business. The modest house was neat and tidy. She'd vacuumed and dusted and polished for an hour after lunch, but there was still plenty to do, like have a shower, do something with her hair and bake a cake for dessert.

She was taking one last narrow-eyed look around the living room, making sure everything was as it should be, when she heard the familiar whimper outside on the porch, followed by persistent scratching at the screen door.

Muggles was back.

Hadleigh hurried to open up, and her heart went out to the soggy golden retriever sitting forlornly on her welcome mat, brown eyes luminous and hopeful and apologetically miserable, all at once.

"Hey, Mugs," Hadleigh said with a welcoming smile. She unlatched the screen door and stepped back to admit the neighbor's dog. "What's up?"

Muggles crossed the threshold slowly, stood dripping on the colorful hooked rug in the small foyer, and gazed up at Hadleigh again, bereft.

"It's okay," Hadleigh assured her visitor, bending to pat the critter's head. "You just sit tight, and I'll get you a nice, fluffy towel. Then you can have something to eat and curl up in front of the fire."

Obediently, Muggles dropped onto her haunches, rainwater puddling all around her.

Hadleigh rushed into the downstairs bathroom— Gram had always called it "the powder room"—and snatched a blue towel off the rack between the sink and the toilet.

After returning to the foyer, she crouched to bundle Muggles in the towel, draping it around those shivering shoulders, drying the animal's grubby coat as gently as she could.

"Now for some food," she said when Muggles was as clean as could be expected, without an actual tub bath or a thorough hosing-down. "Follow me."

Muggles wagged her plumy tail once and rose from the rug.

The poor thing smelled like—well, a wet dog—and clumps of mud still clung to her fur, but it didn't occur to Hadleigh to fret about her clean carpets and just-washed floors.

Reaching the kitchen, which was pleasantly outdated like the rest of the house, Hadleigh made her way to the pantry and found the plastic bowls she'd bought especially for Muggles, who'd been a frequent visitor over the three months since her doting mistress, Eula Rollins, had passed away. Eula's husband, Earl, was elderly, grieving the loss of the wife he'd adored, and in frail health besides. While Earl certainly wasn't an unkind person, he understandably tended to forget certain things—like letting the dog back inside after she'd gone out.

That was why Hadleigh kept a fifty-pound sack of kibble on the screened-in back porch and a stash of old blankets in the hall closet, for those times when Muggles needed water, a meal and a place to crash.

At the sink, she filled one of the bowls with water and set it down nearby. While Muggles drank thirstily, Hadleigh zipped out onto the porch to scoop up a generous portion of kibble.

As Muggles munched away on her supper, Hadleigh fetched the blankets from the closet in the hall and arranged them carefully in front of the pellet stove in the corner of the kitchen. The moment she'd eaten her fill, the animal ambled wearily over to the improvised dog bed, circled a few times and lay down to sleep.

Hadleigh sighed. Like most of the other women in the neighborhood, she'd taken her turn looking in on Earl, bringing over a casserole now and then or a freshly baked pie, picking up his medicine at the pharmacy, carrying in his newspaper and his mail. Before each visit, she'd made up her mind to speak to the old man about Muggles, very gently of course, but once she'd crossed the street and knocked on the familiar door and he'd let her in, his loneliness and despair so poignantly evident that she felt bruised herself, she always seemed to lose whatever momentum she'd managed to drum up.

Another time, she'd tell herself guiltily. I'll make my pitch to adopt Muggles tomorrow or the next day. Earl loves this dog. And she's all he has left of Eula, besides a lot of bittersweet memories, this old house and its overabundance of knickknacks.

Well, she thought now with another sigh, the rain beating down hard on the roof over her head, maybe "another time" has finally come. However much she sympathized with Earl, and that was a great deal, since she'd grown up knowing him and Eula, somebody had to step up and do something about the situation. Muggles couldn't speak for herself, after all. So Hadleigh was stuck.

Decision made, Hadleigh took her hooded jacket from the row of pegs on the back porch—she had to rummage for it, since Gram's coats were still hanging there, along with a tattered denim jacket that had belonged to her dad and then to Will.

Meet the Author

The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is the author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels. Now living in Spokane, Washington, the “First Lady of the West” hit a career high when all three of her 2011 Creed Cowboy books debuted at #1 on the New York Times list. In 2007, the Romance Writers of America presented her their Lifetime Achievement Award. She personally funds her Linda Lael Miller Scholarships for Women. Visit her at

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Miller does an excellent job of introducing her readers to Bliss County. You really get a sense & feel for the town and surrounding area. Miller’s calm, quiet, yet captivating writing style melds with the community that she develops. You can easily picture this small town community and the surrounding ranch-land. Personally, one thing that would have added something to this novel would have been an explanation of what this marriage pact was. Miller tells you who is involved & alludes to it, but never once tells the reader exactly what the pact encompasses. This is a very character driven novel. The main characters, their pasts, and their preconceptions shape the storyline like no other. The entire cast of this novel is very well put together. Readers get a sense of who’s who in Bliss County while really getting to know the main characters. A sense of family and community shines through the entire novel, making you feel right at home. As a whole, this was a great novel and a brilliant introduction to Miller’s new series. I can’t wait to read more.
themerrywindchime More than 1 year ago
Linda Lael Miller is another writer that I have enjoyed for as many years as she has been writing. The Marriage Pact is another good read from her. It will appear to those who like to escape with a good romance. I will always recommend books by Ms. Miller.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great trilogy!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Do not waste your money on this one...Ms. Millers books are not that great anymore.......whats going on?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought it was my ereader at first. All the pages are blank.
jef71 More than 1 year ago
The Marriage Pact by Linda Lael Miller. I enjoyed this book very much and can hardly wait for the next one. Hadleigh Stevens was coming close to saying "I do" when Tripp Galloway came to stop the wedding. Tripp dodged the blow, hoisted Hadleigh off the floor and slung her over his right should, fireman-style. Ten years later Tripp comes back to town to stay and help his dad with the ranch.
D-B1 More than 1 year ago
I received the extraordinary, phenomenal, captivating, engaging, well-written Harlequin romance novel The Marriage Pact (The Brides of Bliss County, #1) by Linda Lael Miller free through Goodreads First Reads. Hadleigh is at the altar getting ready to marry Oakley and Tripp comes storming in, puts her over his shoulder, takes her to a diner, and tells Hadleigh about Oakley and his girlfriend and two children. Hadleigh asks him to take her out of town with him and he says he can't because he's married. Hadleigh is more upset that Tripp is married than him breaking up her wedding. Hadleigh comes to a realization that when Tripp had shown up at her wedding, she had hoped it was for true love. Ten years later Tripp's divorced and comes back to town to help his dad out with the ranch and wants to mend things with Hadleigh. When Hadleigh and Tripp start seeing each other, sparks fly off the charts. Hadleigh, Melody, and Bex have a Marriage Pact to work together to find Mr. Right for themselves and each other. I loved reading Hadleigh's story and can't wait to read the next two love stories in the series. Read the romantic, breathtaking, wonderfully written, highly recommended love story The Marriage Pact (The Brides of Bliss County, #1) by Linda Lael Miller.
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Springtime123 More than 1 year ago
This novel provided a different twist to a story about friends who became close and concerned about each others daily lives. I found the book a very good read and enjoyed the story to the end.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really tried to love this book. I kept reading it even though i didn't love it. It was just so slow. Tripp spent the majority of the book with his dad and his dog. Hadleigh spent most of the time with her two best friends and the neighbors dog. They both came to the conclusion they were in love by talking it out with other people. I personally like my couples to spend a little more time together. Let me save you some money; Hadleigh's brother, parents and grandparents are all dead and she is lonely. Tripp's mother died but he still has his step dad who he really does love like he was his real father. Two steamy parts in the last 50 pages, everyone lives happily ever after. (Which were the only redeeming part of this book)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't wait to read next book.
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PureJonel More than 1 year ago
Miller does an excellent job of introducing her readers to Bliss County.  You really get a sense & feel for the town and surrounding area.  Miller’s calm, quiet, yet captivating writing style melds with the community that she develops.  You can easily picture this small town community and the surrounding ranch-land.  Personally, one thing that would have added something to this novel would have been an explanation of what this marriage pact was.  Miller tells you who is involved & alludes to it, but never once tells the reader exactly what the pact encompasses.   This is a very character driven novel.  The main characters, their pasts, and their preconceptions shape the storyline like no other.  The entire cast of this novel is very well put together.  Readers get a sense of who’s who in Bliss County while really getting to know the main characters.  A sense of family and community shines through the entire novel, making you feel right at home. As a whole, this was a great novel and a brilliant introduction to Miller’s new series.  I can’t wait to read more. Please note that I received a complimentary copy of this work in exchange for an honest review.
CaitMyMate More than 1 year ago
In the past I've enjoyed books by Linda Lael Miller. I found her writing to be entertaining, now however I find The Marriage Pack a difficult read. Not difficult in the complexities of the writing or characters, but difficult because of the main female character. Ms Miller writes of a younger woman (28 years old) as a spineless, whiner, and self-absorbed female, and one I can not relate  too even a tiny bit. I had a hard time just keeping my mind on reading when in actuality I wanted to slap the main female character, Hadleigh, upside the head.  Sorry Ms Miller, but this book just doesn't cute it in my book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can not give a review because of blank pages. F irst time that has happened.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I agree with those who said this a a disappointment. I love Linda Lael Miller's books and have read them all. This one fell way short of her others. I was very surprised. The storyline really had the potential to be very touching and heartwarming. It was too broken up. I realize this was about the marriage pact but there was too much about the friends. Hadleigh's friend Melony was way over the top. (Hadleigh finally goes on a date with a man she has been in love with all her life and Melony sits at Hadleigh's house and waits for her to come home. Who does that?). The ending was fine but could have been a LOT more romantic. For the first time ever when it comes to Ms. Miller's books, I am not sure if I will get the rest of the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I scanned most of the story, and probably won't bother with the rest of the series
SezjbSB More than 1 year ago
The Marriage Pact is the first book in the all new The Brides Of Bliss County by the incomparable queen of western contemporary romance Linda Lael Miller. I adored this book and I devoured each and every page, the writing is so well done it's hard to put this book down, it's even harder once you've realised that you've reached the end, and won't get to read the second book till next year. I love the idea of this series, three best-friends who make a 'marriage pact' that no matter how long it takes they will all marry their true loves and have a family. This definitely appeals to Hadleigh Stevens, who is all alone in the world with no family left alive, enter Tripp Galloway back from years away (ten to be exact) running his own private charter company which he recently sold to come back home to help his Dad who's been sick with their rundown farm. Hadleigh and Tripp have quite a bit of history between them, best-friends with Hadleigh's deceased older brother Will, he took it upon himself ten years ago to kidnap her from her own wedding to save her from making the worst mistake of her life, having been in love with Tripp for as long as she can remember, she hoped that maybe they could be together, except for one shock revelation that put an end to her hopes and dreams. So when Tripp finds his way to her door, it's fair to say that Hadleigh is far from happy to see him, but Tripp is determined that this time he will do things right, and convince her that they were made for each other and that they belong together always, he just has to find a way to get Hadleigh to agree. This was such an exciting start to a series, from the gorgeous cover, to the storyline and the extremely loveable characters, this book is one of my favorite books of the year, highly recommended.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've read every Book Ms. Miller has written. This one is disapointing. First have of book is tooooo long. She repeats herself and characters are buried in self examination. I'd still recommend it, but don't expect it to be one of her best efforts
judiOH More than 1 year ago
three friends not having any luck in the marriage department, make a pact to stick together until mr. right comes along. mr right comes back to one of the girls, but she doesn't seem to care. story revolves around the three girls and one's love for a boy, that never dies and the man he has become still holds her heart.