Her Best Man

by Jana Richards

Overview

Sarah Stevens experiences a bride's worst nightmare; being dumped at the altar. When she goes on the Caribbean cruise meant to be her honeymoon in order to lick her wounds, she discovers her ex-fiancé has sent his brother, Will Marshall, the former best man, on the cruise as well. Everyone on board thinks they're newlyweds, and Sarah is too embarrassed to set them straight. How is she supposed to share a tiny cabin with a man she barely knows? How is she supposed to pretend that she and Will are on their honeymoon? Even worse, how can she keep from falling in love with him? Sarah discovers the best man for her really is the best man.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781532718328
Publisher:	CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:	04/20/2016
Series:	Left at the Altar Series , #1
Pages:	228
Product dimensions:	5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.48(d)

About the Author

When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she'd found what she was meant to do. Since then she's never met a romance genre she didn't like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense "Seeing Things" was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.

In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg, Canada with their Pug/Terrier cross Lou and several unnamed goldfish. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at www.janarichards.com

Read an Excerpt

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sarah demanded, clutching the top of her towel with both hands. The gesture only succeeded in hiking the towel a little higher up her thighs. She didn't know which end to hang on to.

"I could ask you the same thing," Brad's brother said, a hint of amusement, and an equal measure of annoyance in his voice. "I thought you didn't like boats."

"It's called a ship and I changed my mind. I thought I was entitled to a vacation after what I'd been through." Whether it was getting dumped at the altar or being taken advantage of by her family, Sarah wasn't sure. Either one applied. Her heart lurched at her next thought. "Is Brad with you?"

"No, Brad's in Ottawa, looking for you." Will sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I'd say you were entitled to a vacation." He set his duffle bag on the floor and took off his backpack. "Brad gave me his ticket. He didn't figure you'd show."

Sarah lifted her chin and stared defiantly at Will. "I guess that goes to show how little he understood me." Another thought suddenly occurred to her. "What do you mean Brad gave you his ticket? I thought the tickets weren't transferable."

Will grinned, his smile slow and incredibly sexy.

Sarah could have smacked herself for noticing how attractive he was.

"Luckily our passport photos look amazingly similar. They really should do something about the security on this boat."

For a second Sarah stared at him openmouthed, too stunned to speak. "Are you saying you're pretending to be Brad?"

He pulled a passport from his pocket. "Actually, for the duration of this cruise, I'm not just pretending to be Brad. I am Bradley WilliamMarshall. Oh, and by the way, if anyone asks why you call me Will, tell them I go by my middle name."

Sarah almost forgot to hold on to her towel. "Oh my God! You're using Brad's passport? Do you have any idea what they'd do to you if they found out you're using false documents? You're insane if you think I'm going along with this!"

The whole situation was insane, and a little surreal. Had the whole universe decided to gang up on her, first with her wedding debacle and now this? She was standing in front of man she barely knew, wearing nothing but a towel while he calmly informed her that he'd just committed an act of--Sarah hunted for the right word. Fraud? Perjury? Impersonation? Sedition?

Whatever the correct legal word, it wasn't good. In these security conscious times his actions would hardly be laughed off as a boyish prank. But first things first.

"If you don't mind," she said with all the dignity she could muster, "I'd like to get dressed. I can't think properly like this." She waved her free hand to indicate the towel.

An amused grin curved Will's lip. "I'm having a little trouble with that myself."