• • • Last Groom Standing • • •
Marnie Price’s guide to surviving the bridesmaid blues…
- Get a new man
- Find a new job
- When in doubt, drink wine!
Having watched her three closest friends all find love, Southern belle Marnie Price feels as if she’s the only single girl left. Luckily she’s found a solution—one sizzling night with Dylan Brookes. This man wears a wedding tux better than anyone, but all Marnie wants to do is get beneath it!
Dylan is all about making the sensible choice, and a fling with his ex’s friend Marnie is about as far from sensible as he can get! Marnie might prove to him that taking risks is worth it, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to give up his bachelor status quite yet—does it…?
Four friends… Three Weddings… Two Explosive secrets… One unforgettable summer.
The Wedding Season:
Reese, Cassie, Gina and Marnie were best friends. Until that night.
They haven’t seen each other in years, but now Reese is getting married and she wants everyone there.
It’ll be a reunion to remember – and the wedding of the year! But what these feisty women hadn’t planned on are the sizzling, scandalous and very surprising consequences…
Last Groom Standing is final story in “The Wedding Season” series with Aimee Carson, Amy Andrews, and Heidi Rice. Check out our Facebook page and Pinterest boards for more information on this fab series!
Read an Excerpt
The room had grown dark, with only the last rays of sunshine providing any light. Marnie was draped over him, her breath ragged again, skin slick with sweat. She mumbled something against his neck.
He’d never been so physically drained and completely spent, but he managed to lift one hand enough to move her hair out of his face. “What?”
Her head shifted an inch to the left. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Then don’t.” She wasn’t heavy, and she made an erotic blanket.
“But my leg is cramping.”
He groaned as he mustered the energy to help roll her off, and she flopped onto her back with a contented sigh, one arm draped dramatically against her forehead as she stretched.
“You are certainly full of surprises, Dylan Brookes. That was… insane.”
An hour ago, that would have caused him to reach for her again, but even though her words caused his blood to stir, he simply could not do anything about it. “You’re pretty impressive yourself, Miss Price.”
They lay there quietly as the shadows lengthened, and the depletion began to give way to drowsiness. But while the quiet had, at first, been comfortable, the continuing silence began to take on an air of uneasiness.
“Dylan?” The question was softly asked, but weighty.
He sighed. “Yes?”
“You certainly don’t have to leave, but I’m not going to ask you to stay the night, either.” She directed her words to the ceiling.
“I see.” The onus was now on him. “What’s your preference?”
“All things considered, I think it’s wiser for you to go.”
She’d dodged the question, but he had an answer nonetheless. “Do I need to leave now, or can I recuperate for a few more minutes?”
“Don’t be like that.”
He was exhausted and not in the mood for games. “Like what, Marnie?”
She rolled her head to the side to look at him. “You said yourself that you’re looking to get married, and we both know that’s not going to happen here.”
“I don’t recall asking you to marry me.”
“Of course not. But if that is what you’re after, you’re not going to find the right woman waiting in my bed.”
“Maybe I’m not looking at the moment. For God’s sake, I just got out of a relationship. Maybe I want to be a free agent for a while.”
“You’re not my type, you know.”
“But I know I’m not your type, either.”
“At the same time… damn.” It was an appreciative “damn” – stretched out to at least three syllables and containing the letter “y” – but then she shook her head. “Look, I’m just trying to do the right thing here. For both of us.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Marnie, you literally just screwed my brains out. I can’t do word puzzles right now. Say it. Small words, simple sentences.”
An eyebrow went up, and her mouth twisted. “Fine. I only want you for your body. That’s all.”