Best Man And The Runaway Bride
Scandal at a society wedding! Can he resist the runaway bride?Helping Nikki Lucas flee her wedding, best man Max Conway never expected to be accused of having an affair with the bride! Seeking solace on a remote island, he bumps straight into Nikki. Their connection is undeniable but she’s completely off-limits…
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Scandal at a society wedding!
Can he resist the runaway bride?
After helping Nikki Lucas flee her high-society wedding, privacy-loving best man Max Conway never expected to be accused of having an affair with the bride! As the media scandal dies down, he escapes to a remote islandâand comes face-to-face with Nikki! Their connection is undeniable but sheâs completely off-limits. Yet as the sun sets in paradise, both are struggling to resist...
KANDY SHEPHERD swapped a career as a magazine editor for a life writing romance. She lives on a small farm in the Blue Mountains near Sydney, Australia, with her husband, daughter and lots of pets. She believes in love at first sight and real-life romanceâthey worked for her! Kandy loves to hear from her readers. Visit her at kandyshepherd.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07786-6
BEST MAN AND THE RUNAWAY BRIDE
© 2018 Kandy Shepherd
Published in Great Britain 2018
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In memory of my dear friend Patrick J Houston, married to his soulmate, my friend Louise, for more than forty years after proposing to her on their second date. Charismatic, big-hearted and very handsome, he was truly a real-life romance hero.
Contents
WHERE WAS THE BRIDE? She should have been at the church a half-hour ago. Max Conway paced back and forth on the pavement in front of the historic sandstone building. As best man at the wedding, heâd been despatched outside to report on the brideâs arrival status. Again, he glanced down at his watch. Traditionally a bride was tardy but this much late was ridiculous. No wonder the groom, standing inside all by himself at the altar, was grim-faced and tapping his foot.
Organ music drifted out through the arched windows of the church. The notes had a trill of desperation as the organist started her wedding repertoire for the third time. Anticipation levels inside would be rising as the congregation waitedâand waited.
Max checked the traffic app on his phone to see if there were problems. All roads leading to the church in Sydneyâs posh eastern suburbs were clear. The bridesmaids had arrived without any problem. But still no bride. He was about to turn on his heel and go back inside to give the glowering groom an updateâa task he didnât relishâwhen the bridal car approached. His shoulders sagged with relief. She was here.
Through the tinted window of the luxury limousine he could see a froth of white veil framing a lovely female face. Nikki Lucas. Max recognised her straight away, though heâd only met her for the first time at the rehearsal two nights before. Honey-blonde hair. Soft brown eyes. Tall and slender. A truly beautiful bride. Well worth the wait for the lucky groom.
