The Best Man Takes A Bride
Does anyone still believe in happily-ever-afters?Rory’s life is all bridezillas, lace and rose petals. And single dad Jamison Porter is in town to play best man for his best friend. When his little girl falls for Rory’s charms, could Jamison be hearing wedding bells of his own?
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Does anyone still believe in happily-ever-afters?
Rory McClaren does!
As wedding planner for Hillcrest House Hotel, sheâs fully engaged with bridezillas, lace and rose petals. Thereâs no frown she canât turn upside downâuntil she meets businessman Jamison Porter. The widowed single dad is in town to play best man for his best friend. But when his little girl falls for Roryâs charms, could Jamison be hearing wedding bells...of his own?
STACY CONNELLY has dreamed of publishing books since she was a kid, writing stories about a girl and her horse. Eventually, boys made it onto the pages as she discovered a love of romance and the promise of happily-ever-after. When she is not lost in the land of make-believe, Stacy lives in Arizona with her three spoiled dogs.
She loves to hear from readers at [email protected] or www.stacyconnelly.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07739-2
THE BEST MAN TAKES A BRIDE
© 2018 Stacy Connelly
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To all my fellow romance readers out there and the ongoing search for happily-ever-after⦠in (and out) of the pages of a romance novel!
Contents
This was going to be a disaster.
Jamison Porter eyed the dress shop with a sense of dread. Early-morning sunshine warmed the back of his neck and glinted off the gilded lettering on the plate glass window. Frilly dresses decorated with layer after layer of lace and ribbons and bows draped the mannequins on display, a small sample of the froth and satin inside. All of it girlie, delicate and scary as hell.
The forecast promised a high in the low seventies, but Jamison could already feel himself breaking into a sweat.
He swallowed hard against the sense of impending doom and fought the urge to jump in his SUV and floor it back to San Francisco. Back to his office and his black walnut barricade of a desk, matching bookshelves lined with heavy law books, and rich leather chairs. All of it masculine, substantialâthe one place where Jamison never questioned his decisions, never doubted his every moveâ
He felt a tug at his hand and looked down at his four-year-old daughterâs upturned face. Big brown eyes stared back at him. âI wanna go home now.â
Never felt so useless as he did when he was with Hannah.
His daughterâs barely brushed blond curls tilted to one side in a crooked ponytail. Her mismatched green T-shirt and pink shorts, both nearing a size too small, were testimony to the crying fit that ended their last attempt at clothes shopping. Jamison at least took some small comfort that Hannah had been the one to leave the store in tears, and not him. Because there were times...
