A May Bride

A May Bride

by Meg Moseley

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A year’s worth of novellas from twelve inspirational romance authors. Happily ever after guaranteed.

Ellie has prepared for her wedding all her life . . . but she has forgotten the most important part.

Ellie Martin, a country girl living in Atlanta, has dreamed of a traditional wedding all her life—a wedding just like the one her younger sister is planning back home. Even though Ellie is realizing her dreams in the big city as an up-and-coming real-estate agent, she’s missing a key ingredient to her plans for the future: a groom.

Then Ellie meets Gray Whitby—at a wedding of all places. Gray is handsome and fun, and he sweeps her away in a whirlwind romance. In a matter of months, Ellie knows Gray is "the one," but her mother isn't so sure, judging Gray to be the freewheeling type, like Ellie's runaway father.

When Ellie jeopardizes her own future for the sake of her sister, Gray feels like he'll always be second to Ellie's family. Can Ellie and Gray find their own way together amidst the demands and perceptions of others or will their romance end before it has truly begun?

“I get to be involved with eleven other wonderful writers, some whom I’ve known for years and some I’m getting to know now. What a blessing. And who doesn’t love a good wedding story? This has been a fun challenge and a true joy.” —Lenora Worth, author of An April Bride

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780310338703
Publisher: Zondervan
Publication date: 04/22/2014
Series: A Year of Weddings Novella , #5
Sold by: HarperCollins Publishing
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 140
Sales rank: 199,679
File size: 1 MB
Age Range: 18 Years

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A May Bride

By Meg Moseley


Copyright © 2014 Meg Moseley
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-310-33870-3


The activity that soothed my soul wasn't quite legitimate. Some people might have called it trespassing. I called it saving my sanity.

At daybreak, in jeans and a flannel shirt against the early February chill, I knelt to weed my secret garden. It wasn't impressive now, with only pansies and camellias in bloom, but it would be gorgeous again in the spring. I'd discovered it on a sultry day several years before when I'd stolen onto church property to snap a close-up of some amazingly blue hydrangeas—and there it was, a miniature Eden in all its summer glory. Hidden in a hollow of the rolling grounds, the flower bed was set well back from a busy road that must have been unpaved and narrow before Atlanta swallowed its suburbs.

Shaking soil from the roots of each handful of weeds, I stuffed them into a plastic bag. At first I had barely enough light to work by, but broad daylight would arrive soon, along with the clergyman who often roamed the grounds. In his baggy black suit and broad-brimmed hat, he looked like an old country parson lost in the heart of the city. If he ever caught me, I wasn't sure what I would say.

Still, my peace grew deeper with every weed I pulled. Too bad it wouldn't last. Even early on a Saturday morning, I couldn't escape traffic noises. Weeding helped me de-stress, though. This was the real Ellie Martin. Dirt under my nails. No makeup. No phone. No electronic tether to my desk.

The bag was half full when a car door thudded shut in the parking lot—and then another and another. Maybe the youth group was gathering for an early-morning event. Whoever they were, they'd have no business among the flowers. I kept working.

Over the next few minutes, I heard more thuds mixed with subdued laughter. I moved to the rear of the flower bed where tall camellia bushes provided cover.

Then I heard music. A car stereo? But it sounded like a single guitar—not on a stereo, but live. Coming closer.

Before I could squeeze further into hiding, fifteen or twenty people walked over the rise, led by three young children who gamboled across the lawn like puppies. Bringing up the rear, a man in a black suit walked arm in arm with a woman in an ankle-length white dress. She held a loose sheaf of bright red roses.

A guerrilla wedding. I'd heard of such things.

They were headed straight toward me. Naturally. The camellias were a perfect backdrop, and being down in the hollow, the site wasn't visible from the street.

I should have run when I'd had a chance. I hunkered down among the bushes, wrapped my arms around my knees, and thanked God for the muted shades of my shirt and my camo baseball cap. Even my dark hair might blend in with the dark foliage of the camellias.

Now I saw where the music came from. A ponytailed man played a guitar as he strolled along, grinning at the bride and groom. Close up, I could see that she was a fresh-faced blonde—who must have been freezing in her short-sleeved gown. Her dapper groom wore a confident smile and a rosebud boutonniere. They slowed at their appointed spot with their guests making a loose semicircle behind them.

A stocky young man carrying a black book stepped forward and positioned himself not ten feet from my hiding place. He stood before the happy couple, blocking my view of their faces.

"Dearly beloved," he began quietly.

I sighed. So romantic—and sneaky. I could just hear what Mom would say.

They're trying to get out of paying a fee. That's stealing—from a church!

They might have paid the fee, though. Maybe they'd only wanted an offbeat wedding at the crack of dawn.

"Yeah, right," I mouthed silently, but then I had to smile. I was trespassing too. A guerrilla gardener, spying on a guerrilla wedding.

I tugged the bill of my cap lower. Several of the guests were using their phones to record the ceremony. Even if no one noticed me at the moment, I might show up in someone's video, crouching in the bushes like a criminal. My boss asked me and my fellow agents to keep up our professional appearance and behavior in public. I'd be in deep trouble if the whole thing went viral on YouTube and someone spotted me. And mentioned it to Betty.

Since I couldn't hear much of the preacher's address, I amused myself by imagining I was the bride. Wearing a lacy Jenny Packham gown. Carrying a lavish bouquet. I had no father to walk me down the grassy aisle, but I could walk with my groom, like my sister planned to do with Eric.

Mom was paying for Alexa's wedding, and boy, was it getting expensive. It was a good thing Mom had a steady paycheck from the school system as well as a nest egg from selling part of Grandpa's land. Alexa wanted all the fuss and feathers so she'd feel good and married. I wanted a traditional ceremony too, but I'd started a wedding fund years ago. If I paid for everything, Mom couldn't call the shots.

The first step, of course, was finding a groom. Didn't seem right that my kid sister had beat me to it. She was only twenty-two, four years younger than me.

Peering between the bushes, I studied the guests. They were a motley crew, most of them on the young side. Only a few of them had dressed up for the occasion.

I caught a glimpse of a tall man in jeans and cowboy boots. The people in front of him blocked my view of his face, but the rest of him reminded me of the hottie I often noticed at Java Town, a few blocks away. I was usually with Betty so I'd never said more than "Good morning" to him, but I always savored the scenery from across the room. I liked his voice too. It held a smile even when he was only ordering his coffee.

But was this the same man? I studied him more closely—what I could see of him. He was about the right height. His hair was right. Medium brown, neatly shorn. His clothes were right. So was his footwear, and not many men in Atlanta wore cowboy boots.

A man in front of him shifted his position, giving me an unobstructed look. Yikes. It was him. Mr. Boots himself.

I scrunched myself into a tighter ball. Again and again, my eyes made the pleasant transit from shiny boots to long legs to a nice, solid chest. From there, my gaze crawled up his necktie to his face. Ah, that face. I wasn't close enough now to see the details, but I remembered them. A cleft chin. A friendly smile. Green eyes with a definite twinkle.

After about ten visual trips up and down the manly person of Mr. Boots, I was breathing pretty hard. Then I quit breathing altogether. His eyes had locked onto mine.

I froze. Maybe it was my imagination. He was only inspecting the camellias.

He drew his eyebrows together.

Nope. He was inspecting me. Maybe he didn't recognize me, though. He'd never be able to pull me out of a lineup. Not in my professional persona, anyway.

I looked away, straining my ears to hear the couple's vows just so I'd have something new to think about. Something besides being busted.

Within minutes, the young preacher pronounced them husband and wife. They kissed to a smattering of applause and laughter.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs.—"

The name was too complicated to catch. With half my heart, I wished them well. With the other half, I wished Mr. Boots would have the courtesy to pretend he hadn't seen me.

The guests began to follow the giddy newlyweds back the way they'd come. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed. Dear God, please make him go away.

I had a crick in my neck and my legs were falling asleep from crouching so long, but I was afraid to move. Afraid to peek.

I listened for signs of movement beyond the flower bed. Nothing but street noises. The clunking sounds of car doors shutting again. Engines starting up. Driving away.

I opened one eye to boots and blue jeans, smack-dab in the pansies.

I'd fantasized about meeting Mr. Boots, but not when I was a mess. Smelling like dirt. Sports bra smooshing my assets. An ugly shirt, trashed jeans, a camo baseball cap. And trespassing.

Once again, my eyes made the trip that should have been quite pleasant. Boots, legs, shirt, tie—and somber face.

Clutching my bag of weeds, I creaked to my feet and held myself as tall as I could, but I wasn't even eye-level with that cute little indentation in his chin. It tempted me to reach up and touch it.

He smelled delicious, and his sage-green shirt was crisp and spotless, but his stern expression reminded me of the cop who'd pulled me over for driving with expired tags. I offered a smile, hoping to coax one out of him.

"Good morning," I said.

He frowned harder. "Good morning."

Small green azalea bushes hemmed me in on both sides. Camellias blocked the rear. A tower of stubborn masculinity stood in front of me.

I took a tentative step forward. "Excuse me."

He didn't budge. "You won't rat out my friends, will you?"

"You mean ... for using the church grounds without permission?"

He nodded.

I couldn't resist. "And without paying the church its fee?"

"How do you know they didn't pay? Maybe they dropped the money into the offering last week."

"Why all the stealth, then? Do they go to church here?"

"No. Do you?"

I hesitated. If he knew I was an intruder too, I would lose any leverage I had. But I wouldn't lie. "No."

"Why are you here, then?"

I held up the bag of weeds. "I'm weeding."

"When it's not your church?"

I shrugged. "So I'm a guerrilla gardener."

A slow smile produced a single dimple as tantalizing as the tiny divot in his chin. "Let's call you a trespasser."

"Takes one to know one."

He squinted at me. "I know you, all right. From somewhere. I've seen you at ... at ..." He snapped his fingers, twice, as if that would make his brain kick into gear.

I waited, hoping it wouldn't.

"Java Town," he said. "With an older lady. All dressed up, and both of you poring over your computers. Right?"

I sighed. Maybe I could swear him to secrecy. "Yeah. She's my boss. My broker."

"Real estate?"

I nodded. "She's very particular about her agents being professional at all times. If we should run into each other while she's there, I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention—"

"That you moonlight as a trespassing gardener?" His twinkle was back.

"I'm serious. I'm new to the business, trying to prove I've got what it takes. She's the one person who really wouldn't understand this whole thing."

"I don't either. Enlighten me."

It was too personal. I couldn't tell a stranger this was my time to think and pray. My time to commune with the God who'd once planted a garden and who'd told stories about fig trees and lilies and seeds.

I could share the short version, though. "Gardening is my escape when life gets crazy. I don't have a garden, so I borrow this one. I pull weeds and tidy things up. That's all."

"That doesn't sound too criminal. Tell you what, I won't tell if you won't."

"Deal." Remembering Betty's admonition to see everyone as a potential client, I decided to introduce myself. "I'm Ellie Martin."

"Gray Whitby."

The name surprised me. There was nothing gray about him. He was life and color and fun.

"Hurry up if you want a ride, Graham," a man hollered from the direction of the parking lot.

"Hold your horses," he yelled back.

Graham? Graham Whitby. That sounded stuffy, like he was a duke or something. But my real name wasn't much better.

"I've got to run too." I edged closer. Another whiff of his yummy, masculine scent made me want to bury my nose in his neck or thereabouts, but I kept a respectable distance as I passed him.

He followed me out of the flower bed onto the lawn. We faced each other, and suddenly I was as tongue-tied as a seventh grader at a school dance.

He had no such issues. He smiled, his dimple showing its cute little self again. "Now I know who to call if I need a real estate agent."

Shoot. I'd broken one of Betty's inflexible rules: Never be without a supply of business cards. "I'd give you my card, but I don't have any on me. I'm online, though. Alioto Realty."

He opened a wallet as shiny as his boots, pulled out a card, and placed it in my grimy palm. "Here's mine. Call me sometime." He started walking backward across the grass. "By the way, you've got some real estate on your nose." He winked, turned around, and loped across the lawn toward his impatient friend.

I ran one finger down my nose. My finger came away smeared with orangey-red.

A shapeless trespasser with red dirt on her nose. So attractive.

Sighing, I tucked the card into my pocket without reading it. I wouldn't call him. He could track me down if he wanted to, but it wasn't likely.

Bracing myself for another day of fighting traffic and paperwork, I headed down the sidewalk toward my apartment and a shower.


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A May Bride 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
KrittersRamblings More than 1 year ago
Check out the full review at Kritters Ramblings A christian fiction novella length story that is a part of a collection. A collection of monthly bride books was published in 2014 and I was intrigued to read a few of them - this was one. This one centers around Ellie Martin who is a new real estate agent in Atlanta, GA and comes from an interesting family that takes over her thoughts often. You can tell from early on in the book that her family has made an impact on her and maybe not the most positive impact. In walks Gray Whitby who will try to sweep her off her feet and in any romance book nothing can go just right.
lilacqueen75 More than 1 year ago
I love a good, clean romance and this one was exactly that and one that could be read in a sitting. I love the way Gray and Ellie meet and the way their relationship begins. Gray fits the bill for Ellie's dream wedding and they fall quickly for one another. Ellie seems to be a strong woman and doesn't like to be under her mother's cynical thumb, yet she finds herself there before long. It's almost like she's all talk, but no backbone. Ellie stands up to her mother, but then constantly worries about what her mother will do or say, which leads to a lot of sneaking around, and that starts to come right smack in the middle of their relationship. The story takes a turn, focusing more on how to get around Ellie's mother than on the romance. It is a cute story and I enjoyed the relationship Ellie and her sister, Alexa, had with one another, as well as the conflict and resolution. Content: moderate Christian elements; mild romance; talk of premarital relations with no details at all. Clean! *I received a copy in exchange for an honest review*
Shay14 More than 1 year ago
Having not read any of Meg Moseley's previous works, I didn't know what to expect from this author. I was not disappointed. This story of love at first sight was funny, happy, sad, and exciting all at the same time. I got caught up in the romance from the beginning. I sympathized with Ellie and her family dilemmas (I mean, who doesn't have family drama!) and I sympathized with Gray's issues with the family dilemmas (been there, done that!). Each character has a strong devotion to their faith and family. Watching them learn the balance of faith, family, and each other was so much fun! It reminds me of my own life and my own relationship struggles. Overall, I really enjoyed this story and look forward to reading more by this fantastic author!
RomanticReadsandSuch More than 1 year ago
I totally understood Ellie and her troubles. Feeling like she needs to follow other peoples wants, learning how to set boundaries in her life is very tough for her. With the kind of mother she has, it is easy to get why she hesitates so much with stepping away from the path her mom decides is right. Managing family expectations is never easy, but Ellie’s packs a little extra punch. Then she meets Gray and he’s definitely hard to resist (I was half in love with him myself). It’s an emotional journey for her but one that makes their HEA all the sweeter. I have really been enjoying these little novellas – they are nice bite size romantic treats, quick reads with a lot of heart, and they’ve exposed me to new authors as well. With A May Bride Moseley delivers a winner. It is a story of emotions, troubles and love, with complicated family dynamics and personal growth. (Complimentary copy provided in exchange for an honest review)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
May Bride was a great whirlwind of faith, passion, and hard work thrown into one amazing-storytelling novella. The book had a believing plot and characters who fell into real-life mistakes and family issues. A May Bride has a great plot. Just like An April Bride this book showed authenticity to real life problems. Everything from the characters to the spontaneity of characteristic attitudes and last minutes decision gave off real life problems. The characters written were amazing, their problems and given attitudes were very well similar to people I know in my life. Everything from beginning to end was great and didn’t leave me exhausted of reading or starved of character development. The way how God  and faith was brought into these books was also good. The use of faith being thrown around with doubt was very realistic and yet I was always reminded this was a story and not real life. Half and half is a good mixture for relation and enjoyment. Books that relate are very hard to find these days, but this was an amazing novella with lighthearted prose that doesn’t make you overwhelmed. Highly Recommended. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Bloggers book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
GHott More than 1 year ago
I really didn’t love this book. While overall it was a cute story I thought that Gray was a jerk. The book, because it’s not deep enough, portrays him as being selfish and a bit childish which isn’t the intent. It also made me feel a bit cold inside when the preacher told her that if she loved him to marry him – he never asked about anything else or whom. More… Author: Meg Moseley Source: Zondervan via Netgalley Grade: B Ages: 16+ Steam: YA Setting: Atlanta, Ga Series: A Year of Weddings, May
Fitzysmom More than 1 year ago
Ellie is by nature a rule follower instead of a rule breaker. Except for when she sneaks onto the neighborhood church grounds to tend the gardens to relieve her stress. Pulling weeds and putting order into chaos is her thing. She's just not all that keen on admitting it and asking permission to pursue her therapy. One early morning she is happily plucking weeds from the church's flower beds when a guerilla wedding hastily invades the garden. Ellie finds herself caught so she quickly hides behind some bushes. She thinks she's safe but little does she know that she's caught the eye of handsome Gray Whitby. Not only does Gray turn her ordered existence into impulsive adventure, but he also steals her heart along the way. Ellie would love to keep her relationship with Gray a secret but at some point she's gotta break down and tell her momma. And that's where the drama begins! For such a short story this one contains a whole lot of reading pleasure. First of all I had never heard of a guerilla wedding. What a fun and spontaneous concept! I also loved the storyline of Ellie and her momma. You could clearly see that Ellie's mom wanted the best for her, she was just over the top protective trying to make sure Ellie didn't make the same mistakes she has made. Then there is the sister Alexa. She's younger and over indulged, but Ellie loves her and would do anything to bring her happiness. With all of this smother love how is Ellie ever going to leave and cleave? The mixed family dynamics were such a great backdrop to this novella. If you are from a Southern family and happen to have a Southern momma, you're going to totally get this book. If you don't . . . well, it's still a delightful little read. I received a copy of this ebook to facilitate my review.
BrittanyMc More than 1 year ago
This was a cute little wedding story that is a fast read. There were some things that frustrated me and things that I really liked. But this novella is definitely interesting and the writing kept me focused all the way to the end. The way that Ellie and Gray met was fun, as was the fact that they had been admiring each other from afar for awhile. Ellie’s mother’s very judgmental attitude and the paranoia that she lived with and the way she spoke to her daughters made her an extremely unlikeable character to me. Those scenes that she was in were very painful to read. By the end of the book I was ready for Ellie to just drop her from her life! That is how much she bothered me. I don’t want to give away the plot at all, so I will just say that Ellie and Gray had some major issues come up between them and they sure didn’t handle them well. Gray’s reactions to certain events seemed sulky and left me frustrated. Ellie seemed to have to bend to most everyone throughout the novella. I do feel that it was a romantic ending and that the author did pull everything together in a sweet way. I do think it is a fine addition to the series, just not my personal favorite. I received a complimentary copy of this novella from the publisher, through NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.
celticmaggie More than 1 year ago
Seeing as how this is a Wedding series I guess it's OK to cry while reading it. It was a bit slow and confusing at the start but worked it's way into the rest of the story. Ellie started her days at the coffee shop. She noticed a cute guy. While she checked him out he was checking her out. Gray asked her out and after she checked him out on the computer she said yes. Ellie was afraid to tell her mom about Gray as she didn't think her adult daughters should date much less marry. Gray had an easy going family but Ellie' s mom was a hard head. It will be fun to see the characters develop and change. This is a nice short story about real life. Enjoy!