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“I’ve been nothing but trouble for you.”
Brenna dragged in a breath, scented with Josh’s citrusy aftershave, and shook her head. “You’re no trouble…”
His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer. His heart pounded fast and hard; she could feel the beat of it in sync with hers. “You don’t sound convinced.” He eased away slightly. “You worked so hard on the wedding and reception.”
“Maybe it’s not turning out so badly,” she said. Then her breath caught as she realized her faux pas. “I mean—for everyone else. Obviously it hasn’t for you.”
“Brenna…” He slid his fingertips along her cheekbone to the curve of her jaw. Her skin tingled everywhere he’d touched her.
His blue eyes darkening, he murmured, “Maybe it’s not turning out so badly for me either.” Then he leaned forward, as if he intended to kiss her.
Dear Reader,
I hope you’ve been enjoying my American Romance miniseries, THE WEDDING PARTY. But if Forever His Bride is the first book you’re reading, don’t worry. You’ll have no problem following along as all four books happen simultaneously. I’m having so much fun writing this series.
The heroine of Forever His Bride, Brenna Kelly, is very special to me because I’ve been her—the bridesmaid with the biggest dress size. (Note to self: never agree to be bridesmaid for a Barbie-size bride with all Barbie-size friends. Except me.) Brenna is self-confident, strong and perfectly content with her body. She wouldn’t crash diet or try to jog herself into a smaller dress. (I shouldn’t have either; my knee still hurts.) I found so much satisfaction writing Forever His Bride where the real woman gets the perfect guy. Brenna is my heroine. I hope she’ll be yours, too.
Happy Reading!
Lisa Childs
Forever His Bride
Lisa Childs
MILLS & BOON
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bestselling, award-winning author Lisa Childs writes paranormal and contemporary romance for Harlequin/ Silhouette Books. She lives on thirty acres in west Michigan with her husband, two daughters, a talkative Siamese and a long-haired Chihuahua who thinks she’s a rottweiler. Lisa loves hearing from readers, who can contact her through her Web site, www.lisachilds.com, or snail mail address, P.O. Box 139, Marne, MI 49435.
To Al & Kim—couldn’t have gotten this one done
without your help! Thank you!!!
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
As the first notes of the wedding march played, Dr. Joshua Towers closed his eyes. His gut twisted, and a wave of dizziness washed over him. God, he’d made a mistake. A terrible mistake.
The music stuttered, the verse died away, and a murmur arose from the guests. Had the old lady playing the organ had a heart attack? He lifted his lids and looked over at the woman, who wore a wide-brimmed hat bedecked with flowers. Although her hands were frozen above the keys of the old organ, she appeared fine. Her gaze met his, then slid away.
Josh turned toward the pews in front of him, noting all the people watching him as he waited at the altar. Like the organist, their gazes dropped from his. What the hell…? Weren’t they supposed to be facing the back of the church, where the bride was about to come down the aisle, holding the arm of her older brother, who was giving her away?
But Molly’s brother stood alone in the aisle. Unlike everyone else, Clayton McClintock wasn’t staring at Josh. The dark-haired man focused instead on one of the bridesmaids, probably the blonde. Josh turned toward the bridesmaids, too, but his attention was drawn to the red-haired maid of honor.
Brenna Kelly returned his look, her wide green eyes warm with concern. For him? Despite weeks of e-mails and phone calls regarding the wedding, she barely knew Josh. But then again, she probably knew him better than his bride did. Brenna had been the one handling the wedding details. He’d thought his bride had been too busy, but maybe she just hadn’t cared. Did Brenna Kelly care?
As she drew in a shaky breath, her breasts strained the bodice of her strapless red satin dress. The red should have clashed with her bright auburn hair, waves of which flowed around her bare shoulders. But instead the crimson satin highlighted her alabaster skin, glowing with myriad colors from the sunlight streaming through the arched stained-glass window behind them.
Guilt tightened the knots in his stomach and he closed his eyes in shame, breaking the connection between himself and Brenna Kelly. There he was, in church, about to marry another woman. It didn’t matter that Molly McClintock had apparently changed her mind. Josh had no business ogling his fiancée’s best friend, her maid of honor. Maybe he had no honor.
A hand closed around Josh’s shoulder, squeezing. “God, man, I’m sorry,” the best man murmured in a hoarse whisper.
Josh turned his head toward his friend and narrowed his eyes, trying to gauge Dr. Nick Jameson’s sincerity. He’d known Nick since they were in preschool, and together they’d fought playground bullies, chased girls and crammed all night for tests. Because they’d known each other so long, they were more like brothers than friends, so they were always honest with
