Breaking All the Rules won't Break your Bank! This guaranteed page-turner is a romance that promises to warm your heart - available on Kindle and Nook
About the Book
Deniece Malcolm is shocked and heartbroken when she finds
out her baby sister, Janette, is marrying Terrance Wright, because she was the
one who was supposed to marry him! Everybody knows there’s a rule about dating
exes. Janette is pregnant and not only is this wedding happening, but Deniece
has to arrange the festivities.
Deniece’s feelings and pride are hurt, but surprisingly,
Terrance’s younger, sexier, cousin, Ethan Wright, is there to provide a
listening ear and a strong bicep to cry on. Ethan’s interested in Deniece, but
she has a rule about dating younger men. Despite her resistance, things heat up
between them and Deniece begins to wonder if it’s time to break a few rules of
her own.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
I know I hadn’t
heard the words that came out of my sister’s mouth correctly. Her statement
almost made me drop my brand new seven hundred dollar phone in the toilet. I
pulled it away from my ear, set it on the knee wall next to the commode and
pushed the speaker button.
“I know you’re
probably shocked, but I’m so happy I could cry!”
I closed my eyes
to the sound of her voice. She hadn’t said what I thought she’d said. She
hadn’t said she was marrying Terrance Wright. She couldn’t have said that.
“Deniece, I know
you’re still there. I can hear those stupid wind chimes in your bathroom
window.”
I peeked over my
shoulder at the noisy ornament that had betrayed me and smirked. Even though
she knew I was present, I considered pushing the end button and pretending the
call had dropped. But I knew there was no point in doing that. Pesky as she
was, she’d only call back until I answered.
I swallowed,
lowered the toilet seat lid and plopped my “needed to lose twenty pounds”
behind down. “I’m here,” I croaked like I’d sucked in a room full of dry air.
“I know you’re
surprised, because who would have thought I’d be interested in your leftovers,
but it’s a long story how we got to know each other and although I feel kind of
bad that he’s kinda ex-ish for you, I can’t help but be happy because I’ve
found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
I shook my head.
This was crazy. Way out there for a pre-coffee conversation. Kind of ex-ish?
Had my sister lost her mind?
“He proposed last
night. I was going to call you when I got home but it was close to midnight and
I can never remember if you’re in a different time zone.”
I rolled my eyes.
“New York is on the east coast just like you are, Janette, but I was asleep at
midnight so I appreciate you holding off on your news,” I refused to say good,
“until this morning.”
“I have so much to
do. I need your help like yesterday. Do you think we could talk about some
wedding stuff?”
I stared at the
phone, tempted once again to push the end button and disconnect the call. “No,
boo. I’m not even dressed and I have an
appointment to get to, so I most definitely can’t talk about this right now.
I’ll call you later.”
“Wait!” Janette
shrieked. “There’s one more thing. I need a favor.”
My baby sister was
and had always been oblivious to my feelings. It would never occur to her to
ask, “Are you okay with me marrying the
only guy you have ever loved?”
I swallowed again.
This lump nearly choked me going down, because it was a knot full of regrets.
My sister didn’t really know that much about my relationship with Terrance. I’d
done much too good of job denying and disguising that fact all those years ago
to really hold her accountable for my heartache, but still, the backstabber
knew there was a rule most women held fast to…never date your girl’s exes.
Surely, she knew the rule applied to sisters as well.
“What’s the
favor?” I asked, rolling off a few sheets of toilet paper. I wanted to cry, but
I didn’t dare ruin my makeup. I had to be out of the door at a meeting with a
new client in fifteen minutes.
“I need you to
come home as soon as possible and pull the wedding together for me.”
I popped to my
feet like someone had sprung me from a Jack-in-the-box. “Janette Malcolm,” I
said, using the sir name we shared. “I know you aren’t asking me to plan a
wedding for you and my ex-boyfriend.”
Janette’s spoiled
attitude came through on the phone. “Why not? You’re a wedding planner and it’s
not like he’s a new ex. There’s a string of exes between him and you.”
I fought to keep
my mouth shut, because my temper was rising. My sister continued. “And besides
the favor is for me not him. I’m the one who needs the help. All Terrance will
do is get a tux and show up.”
Terrance in a tux,
the image took me back to high school. Specifically, to prom night which was
the last time I’d seen Terrance in a tuxedo. He’d been wearing it for me,
because he was my date. How crazy that the next time I’d see him in one he’d
have my sister on his arm. That wasn’t right. In fact, it was all kinds of
wrong.
I picked up the
phone, walked into my closet and removed the dress I was planning to wear. “I’m
really booked out right now. There’s no way I can fit an out of state wedding
in my schedule. Hire a local wedding planner.”
“I don’t have
money for a wedding planner,” Janette protested, “and the only one who is the
least bit reasonable is booked up for our date.”
“Choose another
date. I mean, it’s not like you guys can’t move it. He just asked you to marry
him last night.”
“We can’t move the
date.” Janette hesitated. There was a nervous pause in the air and then she
continued, “The wedding is in a month.”
“A month?” I
dropped my dress. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck. “Why the rush?”
“We need to have
it really soon. Remember, I said I had two things to tell you?” Janette paused
again. “I’m six months pregnant.”
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