• • • Grace Felt the Heat • • •
An RT Bookreviews Top Pick!: “A wonderful anthology with fantastic characters and varied plots … and a lot of small-town details that make it charming and very realistic.”
You are cordially invited to the Louisiana wedding of the decade.
On a beautiful spring evening, in the grounds of the luscious Belles Fleurs plantation, Honore ‘Honey’ Moreau will marry eminently eligible Brent Delacroix.
Love will be in the air. Will anyone be able to resist?
Five stories from four authors (who had way too much fun writing them!):
“Grace Felt the Heat,” by Kimberly Lang
Wedding planner Grace Henson gets a chance at revenge and redemption when she’s tasked with coordinating the wedding of the century in her hometown of Bellefleur, Louisiana. But when things heat up with her high school crush, Grace might end up getting burned…
Part of the When Honey Got Married… anthology. Learn more about the series at www.WhenHoneyGotMarried.com
“Eve Met Her Match,” by Anna Cleary
Eve hoped to make one last play for the groom-who-got-away…but instead the down-on-her-romantic-luck actress instead found herself in dark corners with his successful, seductive cousin.
“Nina Tempted the Lord,” by Kelly Hunter
The sister of the bride needed a date of convenience and who better than her hazel-eyed, mysterious co-worker? If only Nina could keep her hands off his perfect body until she learned his true identity…
“Pippa Bared All,” by Ally Blake
The groom proposed to her eight years earlier, but it was the steamy kiss that Pippa shared with his brother the night she left town that haunted her memories. Now she’s back and sharing much more than just kisses.
“Honey Lived Happily Ever After,” by Ally Blake
Nothing was going to ruin Honey’s wedding to the man of her dreams. And she has just the wedding surprise for her beloved groom!
Read an Excerpt
“You lied to me.”
The words didn’t make any sense, but neither did the fact Beau Vaughn was at her door. Beau Vaughn. Here. Looking absolutely yummy in faded jeans and a plain grey t-shirt that clung to a nicely shaped set of pecs before tapering in at his waist. Weren’t chefs supposed to be chubby from sampling their own food? As those thoughts tumbled over themselves, his words started to unscramble themselves in her mind, but they didn’t seem to mesh with the smirk on his face. How much had she had to drink? “What?” she managed to get out.
“You lied to me. I asked you if I knew you and you said no.” An eyebrow went up, mocking her. “That was a lie, Gracie Lee.”
The “Gracie Lee” seemed to snap the world back into focus, and the shock of seeing Beau on her welcome mat turned to anger at seeing him there. “Why are you here? And how did you know where I lived, anyway?”
“To answer your first question – because you lied to me. In answer to your second, you’re listed in the white pages.”
Damn it. “I did not lie to you. And even if I did, that doesn’t give you the right to stalk me.”
There was that smile, but she refused to be charmed by it. “Coming to visit an old friend hardly counts as stalking. And you did. Lie,” he clarified. “I’m wondering why.”
“We’re not old friends.” She nearly choked on the word and the ridiculousness of the idea. “You asked if you knew me, and the answer is no. You don’t know me. Not now and certainly not then.”
“That’s semantics, Gracie Lee. I-”
Her skin crawled. “It’s just Grace,” she snapped. “Not Gracie Lee.”
An eyebrow went up in question. “And Henson. You on the run from something?”
Just my past. “I started over. New town, new name.” Beau started to say something, but she cut him off. “I answered your questions, now please answer mine. Why are you here?”
“Can I come in first?”
“No!” It was horribly rude, but the answer exploded from her lips without forethought. She just didn’t expect for him to look so shocked and slightly hurt from the word.
He stepped back, confusion written across his face, and tucked his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “Well, that was… unexpected.”
He’d probably never had a woman turn him away, and that thought sent a little spurt of nasty pleasure through her. It wasn’t exactly the same thing he’d done to her – nowhere near – but she felt slightly avenged nonetheless.