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She's got the rock, so when does happily ever after kick in?

At long last, Ashley Stockingdale—patent attorney, fasionista, and homeowner—can finally add "fiancee" to her spirited resume. That means the next four months will be a dizzying and decadent waltz through aisles of Vera Wang, Kenneth Cole, Sheridan sheets, Kate Spade place settings, and Oneida flatware. Well . . . maybe not.

For starters, the HR department has hired Ashley's ...

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She's got the rock, so when does happily ever after kick in?

At long last, Ashley Stockingdale—patent attorney, fasionista, and homeowner—can finally add "fiancee" to her spirited resume. That means the next four months will be a dizzying and decadent waltz through aisles of Vera Wang, Kenneth Cole, Sheridan sheets, Kate Spade place settings, and Oneida flatware. Well . . . maybe not.

For starters, the HR department has hired Ashley's ex-boyfriend (yep, the one who ran off to India with that other woman) as the new director of software. And now her fiance is starting to sound crazy—something about moving across country, to Philadelphia of all places. Worst of all, right before her eyes, Scarlett I-need-some-Prozac O'Hara is hijacking her wedding plans!

Life for our heroine is spinning from out of control to downright confusing. But whether she makes it to the end of the aisle or not, she'll never be at a loss for drama!

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"Better than a venti mocha slathered in whipped cream, With This Ring, I'm Confused, will take you through an array of emotions and leave you with a sigh! A definite keeper!!"
--Diann Hunt, author of Hearts Under Construction
"I'm addicted to Kristin Billerbeck's books. Her novels are witty and intelligent and wickedly funny. With This Ring, I'm Confused is chick lit at its finest." --Rene Gutteridge, author of Boo and Boo Who
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781418573379
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 11/13/2007
  • Series: Ashley Stockingdale Series , #3
  • Sold by: THOMAS NELSON
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 306
  • Sales rank: 426,571
  • File size: 689 KB

Meet the Author

Kristin Billerbeck is a Christy Award finalist and two-time winner of the ACFW Book of the Year award.Her books include A Billion Reasons Why and What a Girl Wants. Twitter: @KristinBeck Facebook: Kristin-Billerbeck

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Chapter One

I've imagined my wedding dress since I was a little girl. It's an elegant shantung sheath with cap sleeves, a sweetheart neckline, and tiny seed pearls sewn on the cinched bodice . . . Seed pearls, hah! Now that I'm standing in the bridal boutique, something has snapped. Girlfriend, I want satin, yards and yards of it! I want sequins and crystals and a bum bow the size of Brazil, leg-o'-mutton sleeves, and a train that practically explodes onto the scene. I want something that screams, I'm the bride! lost in a snow flurry of white. Bring on winter, baby! Ashley Stockingdale is getting married!

Okay, really I just want to tick off my future sister-in-law. Emily Novak, jobless in Atlanta, is here in Silicon Valley to make sure the wedding day runs smoothly. Granted, she has no experience in this field, but that doesn't seem to stop her at any junction. She is the expert in her own mind, and apparently, that should be good enough credentials for all of us. That, and the copy of the Wedding Planner by Martha Stewart is supposed to impress me. Three days I've been searching for the perfect Tussy Mussy. Until three days ago, I didn't even know what this silver piece of hardware was, but it is apparently quite important to "brides in the know" such as my Victorian ancestors and now me. It's a bouquet holder. As in, you hold it in your hands, and no one sees the design anyway. The first rule of good fashion is it should definitely be noticed. Am I right?

I hear Emily clap her hands, and I feel myself cringe at her entrance. "No, no, no. Who brought this gown to you? It's completely wrong. Hideous!" She stretches the word to its full three syllables with more than a hint of Southern drawl.

I swivel around. "It has a butt bow."

She sighs extensively. I seem to make her sigh a lot. "Ashley," she says, as though someone has expired. "My brothah has a reputation in Atlanta. His bride will be splashed across every society page in Georgia. This simply will not do."

"But I like it. It says, Baby got back. You know what I'm saying?"

"I have no idea what you're sayin'. A Novak bride should be above reproach, and that means, at the very least, elegant style. Classic. Think Jacqueline Kennedy, Princess Diana, Jennifer Aniston."

"Jennifer Aniston?" I ask, hearing that old Sesame Street song about how one of these things just doesn't belong.

"The point is, Ashley, you want Keh-vin to gasp at the sight of you, to draw in his breath and never forget the moment. That dress is truly forgettable, but don't worry. I've got everything taken care of."

I beg your pardon. This dress is anything but forgettable. Apparently my good hair days have not spoken for me to Emily. I have impeccable taste in clothing. I could easily be a stylist instead of a patent attorney, but Emily is so fun to mess with that I can't help myself. I want to try on the pink gowns, the blue ones, maybe even the golden, shimmery yellow one. I want Emily to imagine me as a satin Easter egg floating down the aisle, stealing her brother from good taste forever. Oh sure, you're thinking I'm immature, but I dare you to waste three days on a bouquet holder and tell me you'd feel any differently. I've had patent processes move quicker than this.

She clings to that Martha Stewart ringed book like it will unlock all the secrets of humanity. She has it tucked inside a Coach leather folder, trying to make me think she comes up with all this brilliance herself, but the truth is she's a paint-by-number wedding planner and Martha holds the color code.

The fact is, I want Brea. My best friend should be here, but I know getting a babysitter for two kids under two is virtually impossible. Especially in the Silicon Valley, where kids are considered dirt with noise. I know Brea would be enjoying my tacky fashion show with vigor and bringing in more for me to try on while we giggled and added sparkle-encrusted tiaras. But Brea is busy, lost in a sea of diapers and spit-up from her babies, and Emily is shockingly free. Go figure. Besides, Kevin is anxious for me to get to know his sister. She doesn't have many friends back home, and gee, isn't that a surprise?

"Ashley! Sorry I'm late." I hear Brea's voice, and I want to run to her and kiss her feet. She takes one gander at my gown, and I see her smile ever so slightly. "That is gorgeous! But I think it needs a few more bows on the sleeves. It doesn't really announce you enough. Let me go look on the racks."

"Stop! I'll go look," Emily shouts and leaves in a huff.

Brea and I fall into a wave of giggles. "Check out my bow." I turn and let her see that not only is my train covered in satin ribbon bows, but also that one special, prominent bow is probably a foot in diameter. "Am I hot or what? Name a man who could resist me." I shake my bonbon with vigor.

"You have to try on one of the pink satins. Did you see that fuchsia number on the clearance rack?"

Do we think alike or what?

"Poor Emily, she's endured enough. I think it's time we got down to business. Besides, I'm annoying Hannah the shop girl. I just had to have my protest moment. I'm fine now. What was I thinking to have my future sister-in-law as my wedding coordinator? Who am I, Jessica Simpson, that I need a coordinator anyway?"

Hannah, the shop's manager, is from my church and is a complete doll, but even she has her breaking point. I almost want to buy this gown to put it out of its misery, like the Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

"The shop is never going to sell that number anyway, even on the clearance rack. You're doing it a favor to try it on." Brea crinkles her nose at my gown. "They probably got it free from an up-and-going designer. Does Emily know you already ordered the Vera Wang and that we're actually here for bridesmaid gowns?"

Tsk. "Sure, bring on the guilt. I was having a perfectly fine day until you had to remind me to grow up. Age is relative, you know."

"You're terrible, and you have to live with this woman forever. You're marrying into her family. The wedding is the least of your issues. You should be thinking about your first wrinkle--or egad, stretch marks, and how they'll fight to hand you the plastic surgery cards. Gosh, they're all like walking ad campaigns for Extreme Makeovers."

"Emily will be back in Atlanta before the weekend's up!" I do a little jig. "I'm going to be good now. I was just entertaining myself until you got here." I slink out of the gown. The black-velvet Elvis painting of wedding wear, if you will.

Kevin, my fiancé, is from big money in the South. His father is a prominent surgeon and attends the proper functions that a good family should. This is why Kevin is in California, hoping to avoid this lifestyle and focus on his first love: medicine. I'm beginning to think the distance to Atlanta is not nearly as wide as I once thought. Perhaps there's a surgical opening in South America.

Emily enters the oversize dressing room with a multitude of boring gowns that say, I'm elegant and don't have a mind of my own, nor a speck of vision. Now, I'm a realist, and I've seen my mother's wedding photos. If they taught me anything, it was this: always go classic, never trendsetting. Otherwise, you risk looking like Carol Brady to the next generation.

"Emily," I say softly. "I've actually already ordered a Vera Wang gown. I just wanted to make sure it was the right one today." I yank my suit skirt back on.

"We really should have picked the gown first. And in fact, I did pick the gown--to go with the theme. I was waitin' to show you the style as the grand finale."

"I'm missing something," I say. "I'm the bride, and you picked the dress?"

"I had to. To pull off the theme."

"Theme?" I croak. I'm afraid to ask. I'm having prom flashbacks.

"Your name is Ashley Wilkes Stockingdale. Your dog is Rhett. Your husband is from Atlanta, the home of the great Margaret Mitchell. Your theme has to be Gone with the Wind."

Um, no, actually it doesn't. "You know, Scarlett and Rhett didn't exactly part on the best of terms. I'm thinking maybe that's not where I want to go with a wedding theme." I'm all smiles. I could be head cheerleader at the moment. "Right?"

"Ashley and Rhett are forevah in love, as you and my brothah will be. I'd love to see you walk through raised swords of Confederate soldiers."

"But I'm a Yankee," I say with the utmost seriousness. I'm a "Yankee"? I'm a patent attorney living in Silicon Valley in the new millennium. Something about this conversation is making me forget that reality. "I mean, I'm a native Californian. Beach, Hollywood, movie stars." Granted, I live nowhere near these things, but I'm reaching here.

"We won't hold that against you, that you're a Yankee. The Confederate uniforms won't clash with Keh-vin's tuxedo, like a Union soldier's would, aftah all."

Help! I look to Brea. My gaze tells her, I think she's a crazed lunatic. Help me!

"I think what Ashley is trying to say is that this is not the wedding she imagines for herself," Brea says. "You understand how a bride dreams of her day, and I've never actually heard of a wedding planner selecting the gown."

"Well, my brothah is the groom. He has some say too." Emily only sounds very Southern when she's getting angry. Look out for the accent.

"Kevin never said anything to me about soldiers at the wedding." I can't imagine my Dr. Kevin Novak, pediatric surgeon at Stanford's Lucille Packard Children's Hospital, hoping for a Confederate wedding, but then, maybe we haven't known each other long enough.

"Ashley, a weddin' is about mergin' two families together." Emily threads her fingers. "Our family is Southern and proud of its heritage. Just because your family is without history does not mean we should forget our roots. Wouldn't you agree?"

My fists fly to my hips. "Without heritage? I'll have you know, we've had the chicken dance at every one of our weddings. And we start the music with Kool and the Gang's 'Celebration,' like every good American wedding should. I suppose you think the 'Macarena' is tacky?"

I feel Brea's hand on my back. "Ladies, this is serving no good purpose. Let's start the selection of the bridesmaid gowns, shall we? We'll just have to work the theme around Ashley's dress, Emily."

Emily shakes her head. "The dress is the theme. I've found a seamstress for the bridesmaid gowns, a woman who made the reproductions for the Road to Tara Museum. We'll have the traditional tiered skirts, with ruffles and cinched waists."

Brea comes undone. "Listen, I'm not wearing ruffles. I've just had a baby, and I've got enough ruffles of my own. In fact, I'm wearing a shaper to get rid of those ruffles, so I'm certainly not adding any more!"

"Let's not get excited," I say before Brea goes postal. "Maybe it's best that we don't decide this today. Tensions are high, and there's still plenty of time to work around a theme. A different theme," I say.

Now I've got nothing against the South. Gone with the Wind is one of my favorite movies, despite my ridiculous moniker, but I'm just not sure I'm ready to recreate the moment at my wedding. In California. With my high-tech friends.

I munch my lip, thinking. "I'm not even sure most of the engineers here have heard of the film. Now if I was going to have a Lord of the Rings wedding, I'd be stylin'!" My cell phone rings. "Excuse me," I say, lifting a finger. "Ashley Stockingdale."

"Ash? It's Kevin. How goes the wedding plans?"

"Fine," I offer cheerily, showing teeth just to make it real. They say if you act the part, you believe it.

"Is that my brothah? Let me speak to him." Emily rips the phone out of my hands. "Keh-vin, I came out here to help you, but I really must have creative freedom to plan the weddin'. This will be the social event of the year in Georgia--even though it's in California," she adds with distaste. "I thought we agreed on a Southern theme so that Mothah would be at ease, and your bride is fightin' me at every step." She pauses, tapping her foot and staring me down. "She didn't even want to select a Tussy Mussy."

I've spent my entire thirty-two years wanting to be married. And suddenly, I want to run to the security of my singles group. I want to watch science-fiction movies with engineers and my dog. I want to sketch out patents on my laptop and remind myself that I'm good at something. As I listen to Emily rant about me to my fiancé, the first sting of tears hits. A dream wedding is a myth. A dream wedding would not have Scarlett O'Hara on steroids in it, and it would not include a family that thought purchasing my wedding gown was acceptable. Boundaries, people!

"I have to get something," I hear my voice say, and I run out of the shop, down the street--without my cell phone, as Emily is still yelling into it. I've got my coffee card, and that's all that matters at the moment. Jaunting into the coffeehouse, I hand over my card with desperation. "Double shot, on ice."

"Bad day?" Nick, my barista, asks.

"The worst." He pulls the shots, and my mouth starts watering. "I'm beginning to think my brother had the right idea getting married in Vegas. You know, you should just announce to people you don't want to go through the trouble. Vegas it is."

Nick hands me the espresso, which is as thick as sludge. I down it straight.

"Whew, I feel better. Let me have another." I bang the plastic cup on the counter.

Nick's eyes widen. "I don't think so, Ashley. You're hyper enough without caffeine. I'm not going to be responsible for you going over your limit. Weren't you arrested once in that state?"

I slam the cup down on the counter again. "I was arrested for lack of caffeine. I had jet lag from Taiwan and no espresso, unless you consider bubble tea strong enough. I don't. And the cop grabbed my Prada!"

He just stares at me, blinking.

"There's a Starbucks on the corner," I threaten.

"I'm cutting you off, Ashley. And I don't think you'd make good on your threat for corporate coffee. I know you too well."

Ack. Foiled again.

Brea walks into the coffee shop, tossing her purse the size of a small African nation over her shoulder. She has my cell phone in her hand. "You've got Kevin worried. Why don't you call him?"

"I'm getting married in Vegas. Southern beauty queens are banned from Vegas, aren't they?"

"Vegas? Now you've got me worried. Did you forget that Seth showed up in Vegas? There are no good memories in that cesspool for you. Call Kevin now."

I've abandoned my future sister-in-law in a bridal boutique. "Brea, maybe I shouldn't be getting married after all. Kevin's family has issues. Major issues, and I've got enough of my own. Think of my kids' gene pool! Do you know, his sister asked me to take the IQ test again for his mother? I mean, what if I didn't pass? What if our kids are stupid, and they blame me? I mean, would it really matter if they were stupid? I'd dress them cute."

"It's impossible that they could be more stupid than asking someone to take an IQ test."

"All right, you've got a point, but that doesn't change this." I look down at my cell phone. "I don't know how I can share any of this with Kevin. What if he thinks I should have the right Tussy Mussy?"

"Then isn't it better to know? Kevin works with sick children every day of his life, Ashley. He doesn't care about a bouquet holder any more than you do. You're getting delusional with stress."

Deep down, I know this is true, but Kevin has a hard enough time with his family. I don't want to make things worse. I look back to Brea. "I've got to get back to work. Purvi is going to wonder what's going on with me. She's already bailed me out more than once."

Purvi is my fabulous boss, originally from India. She got fired from Selectech for being a decent mother, and they offered me her job, but I turned it down (along with the immediate ticket to Taiwan). I got a new position at Gainnet as General Counsel. However, I had no idea what I was doing, so they hired Purvi as Executive General Counsel (at my request) and things are back to normal. I'm a grunt patent attorney again. I make enough to live and dress well. What more do I need?

Brea speaks, reminding me I'm not yet in the peaceful place of my familiar chaos: work. "You've got to go back to the boutique, Ashley. Emily is paying for the gloves now, and she's waiting for you. I made an excuse for your rude behavior, but I've got to get home to the boys soon."

I draw in a deep breath and feel my fear. "I don't want to do this."

"Get used to it. Marriage is all about compromise. That's why you have to plan a wedding together first," Brea says. "If you make it through that, you'll be ready for what's to come."

"So you're willing to wear ruffles and a hoopskirt?" I ask with my arms crossed.

"Not on your life. Compromise, Ashley, but don't put me in a tacky bridesmaid gown or I'll have to hurt you, and I won't lend you Miles as ring bearer." She winks. "And please don't have the dog; that's just weird."

Turn the other cheek. That's what being a Christian is all about, but I have to admit, I'd like Emily to get an eyeful of a big satin bow when I do. I slam my hand on the counter and throw my shoulders back. I've handled my brother for years; an unemployed Southern belle from Atlanta has nothing on me. Bring it on!

I look down at Kevin's grandmother's ring, and I'm reminded that he's worth an exhaustive search for the perfect Tussy Mussy. In it, I'll place heather to remind me that wishes do come true and red tulips for my everlasting love for Kevin, the man who made me see that pining for someone who doesn't love you isn't really love at all. Love is steadfast and consistent, not filled with courtroomlike drama.

"Ashley?" My future sister-in-law comes into the coffee shop holding a pink bag, which I can only assume is filled with silk gloves.

"I'm sorry, Emily. I had an urge for caffeine." And room to breathe.

"Your boss called the bridal shop after you left. Apparently she couldn't get through to you on your cell." Emily looks at my cell in Brea's hand.

"Did she give you a message?" I ask anxiously.

"That unless you're appearin' on the cover of Bride this month to get back to work." Emily giggles and looks upward in deep thought. "Oh, and Microsoft . . . hmm . . . wait a minute, I'll remember . . . Microsoft just filed for a patent on your process."

I drop my head in my hands.

Mental note: Mensa membership has no bearing in reality.

"I gotta go!" I leap from the shop and rush back to the office. Lord forbid I fail at everything today.

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  • Posted October 10, 2011

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    Ashley's really trying to be nice and show Christian love - but what exactly does God expect?

    Weddings stink! Well, not generally but Ashley's wedding is definitely not coming off as planned!

    How could a celebration of the love and union of two people turn into such a circus? There are only a couple of months until her wedding and she has no dress, no shoes, no location, no photographer, no band, and no money. To be fair, Ashley did have a dress but her sis-in-law-to-be, Emily, cancelled it and replaced it with a Scarlet O'Hara dress. UGH. Emily just can't seem to get that, even though she's been hired as Ashley's wedding coordinator, Ashley makes the decisions. Ashley's the bride. And, Ashley did have the most gorgeous shoes... but her dog Rhett ate them. Grrr. And she did have money, but she gave that to her brother so that he could hold the social event of the year for his in-laws. AARRRHHH!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2007

    I Loved it!

    I've read the first two Ashley Stockingdale books, so I just had to read this one. It didn't let me down. I loved the whole thing. The crazy in-laws, the ex boyfriend trying to act like he and Ashley still might have something because he's been dumped--and that wedding dress! Ok, I'm a Southern girl and love Gone with the Wind and all that, but you'd still NEVER get me in a Scarlett dress for my wedding. No how is that gonna happen. I love the last few chapters when Kevin, shall we say, shines. That's a real man in real love with his girl. Yeah Kevin! I like all of Billerbeck's books, but this series is my favorite. Highly recommened if (like me) you'd rather laugh then cry. (Well, you might cry a little, but you'll laugh more. LOL) Keep'em comin' Billerbeck!

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  • Posted January 29, 2009

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    The best in the series!

    While I'm sad to see the Ashley Stockingdale series end, I think it finished in a great place. She was one wacked out lady and a female version of Murphy's Law. I loved it that everything that could go wrong went wrong, and how she got so hysterical about everything. Despite her witty sarcasm, Ashley had depth. She seemed to understand more than she let on, as evidenced by her private thoughts that only the reader was privy to. She was honest with herself and with God (in prayer) and I admired that about her. I was glad when she decided to move with Kevin and not just stick with what was comfortable and familiar to her, or she would have been no better than Seth. In regards to Kevin...what an ideal hero. You couldn't help but love him. The fact that he understood Ashley and put up with her silly simpering made you love him even more. The entire novel was a delightful ride. It offered powerful insight (like addressing Kay's issue with her mother and how Ashley's boss from India wasn't a Christian, yet was more willing to submit to her husband for the sake of their family and commitment than Ashley was.) Overall, I thought With This Ring, I'm Confused was excellent and the best book in the series. So many women I know are just like Ashley, which was probably what made this final book so endearing to me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2005


    Once again - and even better if possible - Kristin Billerbeck has given us hope as those who believe in God - that 'No, it's not about ME,' will persevere in the end! Kristin has found Ashley's voice perfectly and this Chick Lit author's premier writer wrote another in the trilogy - the last I believe unfortunately - about the growth and reality in life that comes with learning about life and its' bumps and bruises. I loved this #3 novel just as much if not more that the prior two. You must read these books! (Of course though only if you like to laugh out loud and have a fun sense of humor.) Enjoy yourself and life! Pick up this trilogy and read them all! You won't be disatisfied! I mean it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2005

    Laugh-Out-Loud WONDERFUL!

    I found a reason to be thankful for a looooonnnnnggggg plane ride -- Ashley Stockingdale! With this third book in Ashley¿s story, Billerbeck has managed to make me chuckle, groan, laugh out loud and actually cry real tears. (And I don¿t normally cry at weddings!) The writing is witty and sharp as Ashley struggles to wrestle her wedding plans away from her southern-belle sister-in-law-to-be who¿s determined to turn the event into a fiasco - including Civil War-era costumes for the wedding party. This is a must-read for anyone who likes good writing, real-life characters and happy endings.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 31, 2005

    could not put the book down.

    I was the type of person who never read much. I first started reading What a girl wants, then of course the 2nd book, and I couldnt wait for this book to come out. I read each book within 3days. I really recommed each book, and I hope that there is still another book continuing this series.

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