Not Another Wedding
Sure, Poppy Sullivan believes in love… but love at first sight? Not likely. That’s why she's determined to stop her good friend from marrying the wrong woman. So she sets to work immediately and walks right into the very impressive chest of Beck Lefebvre.Not a good omen, considering how things ended up the last time he was in town. She isn’t surprised to see Beck at his cousin’s wedding, but she’s appalled at his assumption that he deserves a second chance. She's equally appalled at her inclination to give it to him.No way!He shattered her heart once. Poppy won’t let him do it again, no matter how charming he thinks he is.
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Yeah, yeahâ¦happily ever after. Whatever.
Sure, Poppy Sullivan believes in loveâ¦but love at first sight? Not likely. Thatâs why sheâs determined to stop her good friend from marrying the wrong woman. So she sets to work immediately and walks right into the very impressive chest of Beck Lefebvre. Not a good omen, considering how things ended up the last time he was in town.
She isnât surprised to see Beck at his cousinâs wedding, but sheâs appalled at his assumption that he deserves a second chance. Sheâs equally appalled at her inclination to give it to him. No way is she falling for his charm again! Although her vow to resist him may be too lateâ¦
âItâs good to see you.â
When Poppy made no response, he lifted an eyebrow. âDonât remember me?â
She opened her mouth to tell him of course she didnât because sheâd never seen him before in her life, when his smirk clued her in. While a man might add six inches to his height, put on thirty pounds of muscle and grow a beard, his mannerisms didnât change.
Beck Lefebvre.
And just like that, her spark of attraction turned to anger. âNo.â She lied, enjoying the surprise on his face.
Of course, sheâd expected him to be here. He was Jamieâs cousin. It would have been weird if he didnât show up. She just hadnât thought heâd have the nerve to approach her. Or worse, to act like they were long-lost friends having a reunion.
But he merely smiled in the face of her rudeness and stepped closer. âIâm disappointed, Red.â
Poppy bristled. Her hair was auburn with definite shades of brown, not red. She tossed it at him as she walked away.
Dear Reader,
Iâve always loved the idea of old flames reconnecting. Thereâs something so compelling about people who go their separate ways but somehow find themselves back together. And is there a more romantic setting for them to be reunited than at a wedding?
Picture then, two people catching a glimpse of each other across a crowded room and everything else going quiet as they fall back into each otherâs arms with nothing to stand in their way. Now scratch it. Because reality? Never that simple.
Poppy Sullivan is not happy to see her old beau, even if he seems to think she should be. But she needs his help, and the more time she spends with Beck Lefebvre, the more she realizes she might need him, too.
Not Another Wedding was a blast to write. And if youâre wondering what music I played and who I imagined in the roles of the characters while writing, visit my website, www.jennifermckenzie.com.
Happy reading,
Jennifer McKenzie
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jennifer McKenzie lives in Vancouver, Canada, where she enjoys being able to ski and surf in the same dayânot that she ever does either of those things. After years of working as a communications professional and spending her days writing for everyone else, she traded in the world of watercoolers, cubicles and high heels to write for herself and wear pajamas all day. When sheâs not writing, sheâs reading, eating chocolate, trying to talk herself into working off said chocolate on the treadmill or spending time with her husband.
For my parents, Ron and Colleen, who have been married many long and happy years. May we all be so lucky.
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CHAPTER ONE
POPPY SULLIVAN STILL couldnât believe Jamie, one of her oldest and dearest friends, was getting married in a week. She glanced at the pink-striped wedding invitation sitting on the passenger seat of her car and swallowed the concern souring on her tongue.
Mr. and Mrs. Clive Burnham
request the pleasure of your company at the marriage of their daughter Emmy Bianca to Mr. James Cartwright son of Georgia Cartwright on Saturday 29th June at five oâclock Goldfinch Estate Winery Naramata, BC
The information had been emblazoned on her brain for six weeks. From the moment sheâd received the invitation and the sparkling hearts inside the envelope had spilled across her beautiful walnut floors, clashing with her cream decor.
Poppy still hadnât found them all. One had been grinning at her, as much as an inanimate and juvenile cutout could grin, just this morning when she stumbled toward the kitchen for her first cup of coffee. She knew more lurked, hidden and waiting for the right breeze to waft in and blow them out. She wasnât about to let them haunt her. Just as she wasnât about to let a mistake haunt Jamie for the rest of his life.
She pressed the gas pedal harder and watched her speed climb. She didnât get to drive often in Vancouver, living close enough to her office to walk, so she enjoyed every opportunity she got to take her little blue convertible out. But today she didnât appreciate it quite so much. Wind funneled through the open window, making her russet hair pop and snap like an angry bonfire.
