The day Ella has waited for is just around the corner. It's the day she'll marry Micha, the love of her life, the light that guided her out of the darkness. It looks like it will be the perfect Christmas-until an unexpected package arrives with a harsh reminder of Ella's past. Suddenly Ella doesn't feel as confident about her future. Can she really have a "happily-ever-after" if she's never even seen one?
Micha will stand by Ella no matter what she's going through-though he worries that she might leave him standing at the altar again. When he's offered a once-in-a-lifetime chance to tour with his favorite bands for three months, Micha knows he can't leave Ella behind. But can he ask her to uproot her life to join him on the road?
Now Ella and Micha must find a way to balance their fears, their dreams, and their love . . . if they ever want to hear wedding bells.
Micha will stand by Ella no matter what she's going through-though he worries that she might leave him standing at the altar again. When he's offered a once-in-a-lifetime chance to tour with his favorite bands for three months, Micha knows he can't leave Ella behind. But can he ask her to uproot her life to join him on the road?
Now Ella and Micha must find a way to balance their fears, their dreams, and their love . . . if they ever want to hear wedding bells.
Here is an excerpt from the book....
“Baby, come on. Let them be. They deserve a beautiful
wedding not an elopement in a tacky fake church.” Lila glides her hand up the
front of his chest, stands on her tiptoes, and kisses his neck. Then she
whispers something in his ear as she plays with his hair.
I’ll admit they make a cute couple, especially now that Lila
has this whole grunge thing going. Her blond hair is chin length and streaked
with black that matches Ethan’s hair. She’s wearing jeans and a tank top that
aren’t name brand like everything she used to wear when we were living
together. Her style goes well with Ethan’s laidback look: his plaid shirt and
faded jeans and a pair of sneakers that he’s probably owned since he was
sixteen. And Lila’s average height allows her to nestle her head against
Ethan’s chest comfortably. Looking at them with the sunlight and my house in
the backdrop, I find myself wishing I had time to draw them.
After a lot of kissing and whispering in Ethan’s ear, Lila
convinces him to stop complaining and he begrudgingly agrees that Vegas is a
ridiculous idea and that Micha and I should get married in Star Grove.
“A week is not a lot of time to prepare a wedding,” Lila
declares, pulling her sunglasses over her eyes. “Not a real one with
decorations, flowers, dresses, tuxes, and guests. God, I wish we had more time
to plan this.”
“And I wish you wouldn’t take any time to plan it,” I say,
and when she frowns I sigh. “Sorry, I’m just not into wedding stuff.” I round
the car to the passenger side of the Chevelle, trailing my finger across a few
dings and chips in the black paint that were put there when Micha intentionally
crashed it into the snow bank.
Micha opens the driver door and steps back so Ethan can
climb into the backseat. “It doesn’t matter what kind of wedding we have,” he
says, “just as long as Ella’s there with me. In fact, we don’t even need
dresses and tuxes. We could even be naked and standing in my backyard and I’d
be okay.” He winks at me over the roof of the car. “As long as we’re together,
I’ll be happy and being naked would just be an added bonus.”
This makes Lila giggle as she ducks her head and hops into
the backseat with Ethan. I push the seat back, get in the car, and shut the
door, then pull the visor down to block the sunlight.
Micha adjusts the driver’s seat before he closes the door
and starts the engine. “So is everyone ready for this?” He looks around at the
three of us, but when his eyes finally land on me I know he only really cares
about my answer.
It takes me a second to answer and he notices my hesitation
and his expression starts to fall. But even though my throat feels dry I manage
to say, “Of course.” My voice trembles a little.
“Okay then.” Giving me a small but slightly forced smile, he
backs down the driveway and drives toward the highway, toward home where all of
this started. Where Micha and I first met, first talked, first played, kissed,
fooled around, danced, said I love you.
Where Micha and I began.
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The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessica Sorensen, lives in the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.
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