By: Lauren Layne
Releasing October 18, 2016
Pocket Books
Pocket Books
To Love and To Cherish
The Wedding Belles
Sex and the City meets The Wedding Planner in The Wedding Belles, a contemporary and witty romance series about three high-powered New York City women who can plan any wedding—but their own.
Alexis Morgan has spent the past six years devoted to turning her tiny start-up into Manhattan’s premiere wedding planning company, The Wedding Belles. Now that her business is thriving, it’s time to turn towards her much neglected personal life, and Alexis approaches her relationships like she does everything else: with a plan. Not a part of that plan is Logan Harris, the silent partner in the Belles, and the one person who’s been there for her since the very beginning. But Alexis needs someone fun, and Logan’s all business, all the time—except when a late night at the office ends with an unexpected kiss that leaves the usually cool and together Alexis reeling.
Logan has lusted after Alexis since the day he walked into the tiny Harlem apartment that used to double as her office. But the ambitious wedding planner has always been untouchable...until now. Alexis has made it clear that she’s on the dating market—and equally clear that he’s not in the running. But when Alexis finds herself in need of a date for her sister’s last minute wedding in Florida, Logan knows it’s the perfect time to show Alexis that there’s more to him than numbers and spreadsheets—and beneath the pinstripes and glasses lies a hot-blooded heartthrob. As Florida’s sultry days turn into even hotter nights, Logan’s out to convince Alexis that the fling of a lifetime could just maybe turn into forever...
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“Hello.”
The sexy British accent startled Alexis out of her thoughts, and she glanced up, both alarmed and intrigued to find that the face that awaited her was every bit as appealing as the voice.
The man was about her age—early, maybe midtwenties—and ridiculously cute. His hair was dark and maybe just a touch too long, as though he intended to get a haircut but kept forgetting. The eyes were brown and friendly, accented by trendy black-framed glasses.
The chunky cable-knit sweater with elbow patches—for real—bordered on dorky, but then, Alexis had always had a soft spot for dorky. He had a bit of the Clark Kent thing going on, which had always been far more her type than the overrated Superman.
“Hi,” she replied quickly, realizing that she’d been staring.
His smile grew wider as he extended a hand. “Logan Harris.”
Darn. Even the name was good.
“Alexis,” she said.
“Does that come with a last name?” he teased, lowering himself to the vacant barstool beside her.
“Not to strange men,” she retorted.
“I could buy you a drink. Get rid of the ‘strange’ part.”
Alexis’s smile slipped as she remembered that romance, even flirting, wasn’t part of her plan. She’d learned the hard way that she could have one or the other—her own business or a boyfriend—not both. And even if she wanted the latter, the latter didn’t want her back.
“No thanks; I’m fine,” she said, letting the slightest amount of chill enter her voice. The ice-princess treatment, Roxanne called it.
Logan shrugged, undeterred. “All right then. May I borrow your menu?”
She nodded, and he picked it up, perusing it for several moments and paying her no attention.
It was both a relief and also a bit of an insult, if she was being entirely honest, to be given up on so easily.
Alexis tried to turn her attention back to her laptop but watched out of the corner of her eye as he finally shut the menu, waiting patiently to catch the bartender’s eye.
“Hi there,” he said, when the bartender ambled back over. “I’d like a Stella, and a maybe bite to eat?”
Alexis didn’t miss the once-over that the bartender gave Logan before the curvy redhead leaned over the bar, displaying perky boobs as she clicked her pen and pulled a notepad out of her back pocket.
“Shoot,” the bartender said flirtatiously, looking a good deal friendlier than she had when she’d spoken to Alexis.
Not that Alexis blamed her. A cute Brit could do that to a girl.
“All right then,” Logan said. “I’d like the burger, medium, with Swiss. Fish and chips, extra tartar, and . . . how’s your chicken club?”
The bartender blinked. “It’s good. But you want all that?”
“I do. Thank you.”
“Suit yourself,” she said, scribbling Logan’s order on the pad.
“Hungry?” Alexis couldn’t resist asking after the bartender moved away.
Logan gave a sheepish smile. “I’m a recovering student. I sometimes get so wrapped up in my day that I forget to eat.”
“A recovering student. What does that mean?”
He turned slightly toward her. “Someone’s showing plenty of interest in a strange man.”
She bit her lip. “I’m sorry if I was rude before. I’m just not really in the market for . . . you know.”
He gave her an easy smile. “Everyone’s in the market for a friend, Alexis.”
She opened her mouth and then shut it as she realized he was right. She could use a friend. She’d spent her entire life in Boston and knew almost nobody in New York. This guy seemed nice and nonthreatening enough—what would be the harm in a little conversation over dinner? It had been too long since she’d had somebody to share a meal with.
Logan seemed to know the moment she capitulated, because he turned more fully toward her. “A recovering student, Alexis, is a recent graduate. One who hasn’t quite absorbed that there will be no more finals, no more requisite all-nighters, and no more dorm sex.”
Alexis laughed. “Undergrad, then?”
He gave her a wry look. “How young do I look, darling? MBA from Columbia. Just finished up end of last year.”
She felt a little stab of relief that he wasn’t twenty-two.
He leaned toward her slightly. “Twenty-five next month, just in case you were wondering. As a friend.”
She tried to hide her smile and failed. “Columbia, huh? You’re a long way from home.”
“Noticed that, did ya?” He winked. “I came out here for undergrad, also Columbia. Always figured I’d go back to London and maybe someday I will, but . . .” He shrugged. “Seems I have stuff to do here first.”
“Such as?” She took a sip of her wine, dismayed to see that it was half-empty.
“Well, this will probably shock you, given my vast amount of brawn, but I’m an accountant. Or at least I will be, once I get my business up and running.”
Alexis was impressed. “Your own business?”
Most twentysomethings, even those with an entrepreneurial bent, opted to get a few years of work under their belts for someone else before branching out on their own.
He nodded. “I’m working out of my flat for now, but I’m hoping to lease some office space soon, get some legitimacy. If nothing else to get my father off my back.”
“He’s not a fan of your plan?” Alexis asked.
Logan’s shoulder lifted, and for the first time he seemed a little sad. “Both parents have had it in their head that I’d come home. Run the family business in London.”
“Which is . . . ?”
He spun his beer glass idly. “Financial consulting firm. My father’s the CEO, Mum’s the COO.”
“Wow, that’s . . .”
“Scary?” Logan supplied.
“I was going to say impressive. That they work together—without killing each other, I mean.”
“They’re in love. It’s atrocious,” he said with a wink. “What about your folks?”
Alexis laughed. “Not in love. They divorced when I was in high school. Dad’s remarried and happy now, I think. Mom not so much.”
“And you?” he said. “Are you happy, Alexis?”
She pursed her lips, surprised and yet not entirely unsettled by the personal question. “It’s been a while since anyone asked me that. Since I even thought about it, really.”
“Think it out. I’ll wait,” he said with a wink.
She didn’t have to think that long. “I’m almost happy.”
“You sound quite confident on that.”
She shrugged. “Let’s just say that I need a few things to fall into place in my professional life, but once that happens . . . yeah. I’ll be happy.”
She’d make sure of it.
I was more than a little apprehensive before reading this final book in The Wedding Belles series because the hero is British. The reason? I'm British and previously left disappointed with how my fellow countrymen have been written by other writers. I needn't have worried because Ms. Layne nailed Logan's Britishness to perfection...swoon!
The Wedding Belles has been Alexis Morgan's life for the past eight years. She lived the dreams of the scores of brides who's weddings she's arranged, but somehow never put aside time to pursue her own happy ever after. Until now. Only, she's surprised that her 'rock' for the past eight years wants to be the man to sweep her off her feet.
Logan Harris hadn't planned on staying in New York after he'd finished his education at Columbia, but somehow the city had gotten under his skin and it felt like home. Meeting Alexis Morgan in a bar eight years ago was another reason to keep him on the wrong side of the pond...depending on who's point of view you are referring too. Only now he has to go back home and take over the family business. When he hears that the woman of his dreams is looking for her Mr. Right he knows he has to act fast, but didn't expect that he'd have to pull out all the stops because he's not the man Alexis has on her radar...yet!
Oh, Logan...how I love you! Any guy that craves a properly made cup of tea wins my heart every time! He possesses a wonderful sense of humour and charm that's the epitome of British reserve...and here lies the problem. He's spent the past eight years fighting his lustful feelings for Alexis instead of acting on them because he believed she wasn't ready for a relationship.
Alexis plays the part of a vibrant, confident woman to perfection, but underneath her professionalism is a woman who has her insecurities. She's spent years playing it safe by socialising with the people she works around until it dawns on her that everyone is moving on with their lives except herself and Logan…
To Love and to Cherish is a wonderful finale to The Wedding Belles series. It's fun and very sexy, yet there's a palpable tension between the protagonists when there's a shift within their relationship. The road to their happy ever after is bumpy and frustrating but entertaining nonetheless as meddling friends/colleagues make them see what they've tried to deny for years.
***arc generously received courtesy of Pocket Books via NetGalley***
The Wedding Belles has been Alexis Morgan's life for the past eight years. She lived the dreams of the scores of brides who's weddings she's arranged, but somehow never put aside time to pursue her own happy ever after. Until now. Only, she's surprised that her 'rock' for the past eight years wants to be the man to sweep her off her feet.
Logan Harris hadn't planned on staying in New York after he'd finished his education at Columbia, but somehow the city had gotten under his skin and it felt like home. Meeting Alexis Morgan in a bar eight years ago was another reason to keep him on the wrong side of the pond...depending on who's point of view you are referring too. Only now he has to go back home and take over the family business. When he hears that the woman of his dreams is looking for her Mr. Right he knows he has to act fast, but didn't expect that he'd have to pull out all the stops because he's not the man Alexis has on her radar...yet!
Oh, Logan...how I love you! Any guy that craves a properly made cup of tea wins my heart every time! He possesses a wonderful sense of humour and charm that's the epitome of British reserve...and here lies the problem. He's spent the past eight years fighting his lustful feelings for Alexis instead of acting on them because he believed she wasn't ready for a relationship.
Alexis plays the part of a vibrant, confident woman to perfection, but underneath her professionalism is a woman who has her insecurities. She's spent years playing it safe by socialising with the people she works around until it dawns on her that everyone is moving on with their lives except herself and Logan…
To Love and to Cherish is a wonderful finale to The Wedding Belles series. It's fun and very sexy, yet there's a palpable tension between the protagonists when there's a shift within their relationship. The road to their happy ever after is bumpy and frustrating but entertaining nonetheless as meddling friends/colleagues make them see what they've tried to deny for years.
***arc generously received courtesy of Pocket Books via NetGalley***
In 2011, she ditched her corporate career in Seattle to pursue a full-time writing career in Manhattan, and never looked back.
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