Title: Island Bride
Author: Danica Winters
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
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Wedding planner to the rich
and famous, Amy Oliver isn't the kind of woman to take a break even on a
vacation. No, business first and then comes pleasure—or maybe not—she’d have to
check her schedule.
When Amy selects to
take a once-in-a-lifetime adventure to New Zealand, she finds herself using the
trip to put her career first. But when life gets in the way of her work, she is
forced to decide whether to follow the path of least resistance or forge a new
path--a path that may lead to heartache as easily as love. What is a driven
woman to do?
While she waited in
the New Zealand hotel’s bar for her assistant, Amy Oliver’s thoughts wandered
to Jason. After a long day like this, she used to slip her fingers into his as
soon as she sank into their bed. His fingers would collapse around hers, as if
they had waited all day for her presence. Yet, the longer she held his hand, no
matter how hard or how light her grip, the less and less she had felt his
touch. Before long, just as she had lost the feeling of his fingers night after
night, she had lost his love—even though their skins had been pressed together.
The bar around her was
almost empty except for a couple who sat in the shadows. Amy took a long drink
from the glass of Chardonnay and sat it back down on the bar. Droplets of
condensation pooled where her fingers had pressed against the glass. Love in a
touch. Love lost in that same touch. It all depended on the force. How right
they had been.
Why hadn’t she listened?
The Chardonnay tasted
harsh and dry, but it was nothing compared to the Arctic chill that had invaded
her core.
“You ready, Amy?” Her
assistant, Honeysuckle, called from the door of the hotel lounge. A large
binder was stuffed against her blood-red business suit, like it was the only
life preserver in a sea filled with sharks.
What parent in their
right mind would name their daughter Honeysuckle?
The woman perched on
the tips of her Choo’s like she was ready to pirouette across the bar. Her red
hair was pulled back with one perfect little curl framing her face. No matter
the amount of hairspray or thousand dollar suits, Honeysuckle still carried the
shame of an overly sweet-scented name that must have been given to her by a
tribe of left-over lovechildren.
“Come on!” Honeysuckle
made her way across the bar, unaware of the interruption she caused in Amy’s
pity party. “The wedding starts tomorrow and the florist says they’re running
late with a shipment. The orchids won’t be arriving until tomorrow morning and
now he’s saying that there’s no way he can get all forty-seven arrangements
completed before six.”
Amy dipped her finger
in the pool of condensation on her wine glass and licked it from her fingertip.
Her chance at love may have come and gone, but that didn’t mean she could
ignore the ignorant bliss of those who paid her to fantasize about theirs.
Happy hour was officially over.
Danica Winters is a bestselling author who is known for writing award-winning books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and often a touch of magic. She is also the Assistant Editor for Books To Go Now Publishing.
When she’s not working
she can be found in the wilds of Montana working on her patience while she
tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery, and
painting are not her thing). She always believes the cup is neither half full
nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine.
Check out book one The Empress of Ireland
Laila Byrne made a final promise to her friend. She will travel more and work
less. After sticking a pin in a map of the world, she heads off to Ireland.
Laila's trip doesn't
work out as planned, but the mix-up results in a chance encounter with a
handsome Irishman, Alasdair.
Alasdair spends all
his waking hours trying to figure out how to keep his family’s century old pub,
The Empress of Ireland, open for business. He doesn’t have time for anything.
But when the lovely American comes across his path, will he find time?
Once you come to
Ireland, you may never leave.
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