The Winter Wedding Plan + Giveaway
ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: THE WINTER WEDDING
PLAN
Author: Olivia Miles
Series: Misty Point, #2
On Sale: September 26,
2017
Publisher: Forever
Trade Paperback: $14.99
USD
eBook: $6.99 USD
All she wants for
Christmas is a second chance . . .
Charlotte Daniels has made her share of mistakes, but now that she's a single mom, she vows to do better--and that starts with a new career. Working at her sister's event-planning company is just the fresh start she needs.
Kate Daniels has finally forgiven Charlotte for her betrayal, but forgetting it is harder. But as the holidays approach and Kate has her own wedding to plan, she has no choice but to turn to Charlotte for help to throw a high-profile client the holiday party of the season.
Charlotte leaps at the chance to redeem herself . . . until this irresistible client asks her to pretend to be his fiancée for the party. She knows their charade won't come without consequences--not just for her fresh start with Kate, but also for her own daughter.
As Kate's wedding draws near and Charlotte's fake romance starts to feel more and more real, will she fall back into the mistakes of her past, or finally prove herself to Kate once and for all?
In the vein of New York Times bestselling authors Susan Mallery, Robyn Carr, and Elin Hilderbrand, comes the second in a women's fiction series about the complicated ties of sisterhood that bind us together and sometimes tear us apart.
Charlotte Daniels has made her share of mistakes, but now that she's a single mom, she vows to do better--and that starts with a new career. Working at her sister's event-planning company is just the fresh start she needs.
Kate Daniels has finally forgiven Charlotte for her betrayal, but forgetting it is harder. But as the holidays approach and Kate has her own wedding to plan, she has no choice but to turn to Charlotte for help to throw a high-profile client the holiday party of the season.
Charlotte leaps at the chance to redeem herself . . . until this irresistible client asks her to pretend to be his fiancée for the party. She knows their charade won't come without consequences--not just for her fresh start with Kate, but also for her own daughter.
As Kate's wedding draws near and Charlotte's fake romance starts to feel more and more real, will she fall back into the mistakes of her past, or finally prove herself to Kate once and for all?
In the vein of New York Times bestselling authors Susan Mallery, Robyn Carr, and Elin Hilderbrand, comes the second in a women's fiction series about the complicated ties of sisterhood that bind us together and sometimes tear us apart.
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THE MISTY POINT SERIES
ONE WEEK TO THE WEDDING,
#1
THE WINTER WEDDING PLAN,
#2
Olivia Miles writes
women's fiction and contemporary romance. A city girl with a fondness for small
town charm, Olivia enjoys highlighting both ways of life in her stories. She
lives just outside Chicago with her husband, young daughter, and two ridiculously
pampered pups.
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She pointed out the double set of French doors against the
far wall, where a view of a snow-covered stone terrace shone in the moonlight.
“Look at that. It’s a winter wonderland out there. It’s the perfect night for a
holiday movie.”
He didn’t look convinced. “If you say so.”
“I do.” Charlotte settled back against a pillow. “Besides,
this one is really terrific—”
“Wait. You’ve seen it before?”
“At least a dozen times! We watch it every Christmas. It’s
sort of a family tradition.”
Greg’s brow furrowed. “That sounds nice.”
Charlotte grinned, imagining how wonderful it would be
when Audrey was old enough to partake in the event. “Usually we make a big bowl
of popcorn, have some hot chocolate. We can recite all the lines, of course,
but that’s just part of the fun. Whenever I think of this movie, well, it just
feels like coming home.”
Greg glanced at her. “I can make some popcorn if you’d
like.”
Charlotte considered the holiday dress she’d hoped to
squeeze herself into for the party, and then decided the diet could wait. She
grinned. “I’ll pause it. You don’t want to miss the opening scene.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to do that,” Greg teased, but she
could sense that he was pleased.
Charlotte couldn’t wipe the smile from her face as she
snuggled deeper under the chenille blanket and waited for Greg to return with
the popcorn. Despite the size of the house, she could soon make out the sound
of popping—she glanced sharply at the baby monitor, silently willing Audrey to
be unaware of the noise. She was enjoying herself, maybe more than she should,
and she wasn’t ready to be on mom duty again just yet. For just a few moments
she wanted to just be Charlotte.
And somehow, with Greg, she was. Greg, who didn’t know
her past. Greg, who had no hold on her future. Greg, who knew her just as she
was. Today. Present moment only. No mistakes. No slip-ups.
She stared at the frozen television screen. A year ago
she had watched this movie alone, with tears streaming down her face as she
worked her way through a family-sized bag of potato chips, wondering if her
sister and parents were watching it together, if they were happy she wasn’t
with them.
Little did she know at the time just how different
this year would be. Better. Or at least on the up-and-up.
Greg came into the room with a bowl of popcorn, his
grin sheepish. “I won’t lie. It’s microwaved.”
“The best kind,” Charlotte remarked. Her eyes widened
slightly as he slid onto the couch beside her again. Was it just her
imagination, or was he coming a little closer this time?
She looked to her right. There wasn’t much more space
left for her to move. “Ready to start the movie?” she asked, gripping the
remote.
He passed her the bowl of popcorn, and she helped
herself to a few kernels. “This isn’t one of those feel-good movies, is it?”
She raised an eyebrow. “It’s a holiday movie. What do
you think?”
He shook his head, but she could tell by his faint
smile that he liked her response. “Oh, boy. Let’s get it over with then.”
“I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy it. Trust me.”
He gave her a strange look. “I do trust you.”
She rearranged herself on the couch, unsure of what to
make of that remark, and fighting back the strange feeling that she just might
be able to trust him, too. If she let herself.
The fell into silence as the movie started, and a few
glances at Greg told her that he was fully engrossed within minutes. She smiled
in satisfaction, and decided to enjoy herself and put her troubles from her
mind for a bit. But the next thing she knew the television screen was quiet. There
was popcorn sprinkled all over the leather couch, and [LP1] the
baby monitor crackled somewhere behind her.
She tried to remember the last scene in the movie
she’d watched, and realized with a sinking feeling that she’d fallen asleep
well over an hour ago. Her eyes sprung open. She wasn’t in her bedroom, and the
pillow under her cheek wasn’t a pillow at all. It was a chest. A very hard,
very sturdy, very manly chest. She blinked in panic as her heart began to race.
Staying as still as she could under the tense circumstances, she listened to
the steady drum of Greg’s pulse though his sweater, felt the rhythm of his
breath as his chest moved softly up and down, moving her with it, almost
lulling her into a state of tranquility.
He was asleep. And so help her, she intended for him
to remain that way.
Inch by inch, she eased herself off the couch, grabbed
the baby monitor by the handle, and made her way to the half-open French doors.
“Hey.”
She winced, and closed her eyes before turning to face
the owner of the smooth, groggy voice that was much too deep and husky for her
own good. “I think we fell asleep.”
She didn’t bother mentioning just what position they’d
ended up in, or how that might have happened. She felt the blood drain from her
cheeks when she considered that while she had dozed off somewhere around the
scene where the young boy goes to the mall with his wish list, meaning
somewhere in the first third of the movie, it was entirely possible that Greg
hadn’t nodded off until a few minutes ago.
“Too bad. That was a pretty good movie.”
She nudged him with her elbow. “Told you so.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Rain check then?”
That sounded an awful lot like an invitation she
should probably resist, but with that friendly grin and those warm eyes,
really, what was a girl to do? “Can’t wait.”
And she realized as she turned from the room and
hurried back upstairs that she couldn’t wait. And that was really quite a
problem.
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