Bree Matthews has always had two dreams:① To become a famous country singer② To marry Trent WalkerBree and Trent grew up together as good friends. College, life, and a million other things come between them, and even though they’ve come close to giving love a try, by the time Bree’s on the brink of musical success in Nashville, she’s lost track of the man she once dreamed would be the one.When an old friend begs Bree to sing at her sister’s wedding, Bree’s in for a huge surprise. The groom is none other than her first love—Trent!Convinced she’s capable of sticking it out, Bree decides to follow through with her obligations and sing at Trent’s wedding, but as secrets come to light, she begins to realize the bride isn’t good enough for him. Will Bree tell Trent the truth in time to stop the wedding? Will he believe her?Is Trent truly meant to marry Bree?If you love romances with lots of twists and turns and plenty of opportunities to suspend belief, then you’ll love this new book, Meant to Marry Me.
Lihat lebih banyakThe log cabin was bigger than Bree Matthews had expected. Of course, when her friends had suggested they rent a place up in the mountains for a few days during winter break, she knew it would have to have a lot of rooms in order for all of them to comfortably fit, but this place looked more like a mansion made of wooden beams than a traditional log cabin.
"Woah! This place is massive!" Bree's boyfriend, Jason Owens, said as he stared up at the house.
"You're telling me." It was nighttime, and due to Jason's classes ending later than most everyone else's, they were likely the last to arrive. After a long day in school and a three hour drive, she was ready to get inside, see friends from high school she hadn't seen in a long time, and maybe have a drink or two.
"Let's go!" Jason said, bounding up the steps. “I need a beer like nobody’s business.”
Snow lined either side of the pathway, but the walkway looked clear. Bree grabbed her suitcase and followed behind him, hoping there wasn't any ice--and wishing he would've taken the bag for her. It wasn't like Jason to think of something like that, though, and she was tired of always reminding him to be a gentleman. So she took it up herself.
When they reached the door, he threw it open without knocking. Bree prayed this was actually the right place. "Hey! Someone order a party animal?" Jason announced stepping inside.
Thankfully, Bree recognized the loud, squeaky laugh of her best friend from high school, Nora Phillips. She was the only one who had ever even met Jason before since she'd visited Bree a few times at college. The rest of the gang saw her and realized who he must be, and everyone jumped up to tell her hello and meet her new flame.
"Bree!" Nora said, a wine cooler in her hand. "Thank goodness you're here. We were thinking about sending out a search and rescue party."
Bree giggled and hugged her. "We hit some snow on the west side of Lexington," she explained. "It slowed us down."
"You? Since when is Bree Matthews afraid to drive on a little snow?" another friend, Abby Quinton, said, also hugging Bree.
"I wasn't driving," Bree replied, trying not to roll her eyes.
"Well, we're so glad you're here. Christy is about to fall asleep."
"I am not." Christy Rice stumbled backward into the arm of the couch. "Okay, maybe." She was a tiny girl, and by the looks of it, she'd had one too many drinks. Bree stepped over and embraced her.
"It's nice to see you, girl. How's Tennessee State?" Bree asked.
"Ugh. Let's just say… D is for diploma." She took another drink of her beer. "Oh, Bree. This is my boyfriend--Devon Stahl. Devon, this is Bree. I know she's beautiful but hands off!"
"Please, babe. You know I only have eyes for you."
Devon, who had to be at least six foot five, unfolded himself from the couch and wrapped his arms around Bree. "How's it goin'?"
"Don't!" Christy shouted.
Bree laughed nervously. Jason was across the room, already chummy with some of the other guys. "Very funny. Nice to meet you Devon." She excused herself and was promptly introduced to Abby's boyfriend, Ed Thorton, and Nora's date, who wasn't her boyfriend--yet--a sweet, but shy guy with red hair named Flint Vance.
"Where's everyone else?" Bree asked, once she'd introduced Jason.
"Playing pool," Christy said, practically falling into Devon's lap. "You guys should go check out your room."
"I had to save it for you." Abby's eyes bulged. "I tried to tell Grant's girlfriend that because they didn't pay as much, they couldn't have one of the rooms with the ensuite bathroom, but she was being such a--"
"Bother about it," Nora finished, making a face at Abby as if to say there was no need for name calling.
"Great. Thanks," Bree said, going back to pick up the suitcase where she'd dropped it by the door. Jason still had his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
"You need some help with that, Bree?" Devon asked as she hauled the luggage to the stairs. Devon looked at Jason like he was worthless.
"No, it's okay. I can manage." She'd made it up about two steps before he came and took it from her. Jason was already at the top of the stairs.
"Thank you," Bree said.
"Sure. I don't mind helping a lady out." He smiled at her, and Bree couldn't tell if he was hitting on her or just being polite. From Christy's warnings to him not to flirt, she got the impression he was a little bit of a lady's man.
"Which room is ours?" Jason shouted.
"Third on the left!" Nora screamed up the stairs.
Bree hadn't quite reached the landing when she heard Jason yell, "Sweet! This is a big ass bed!" She felt all the color rush to her face. She hoped Devon didn't get the wrong impression. Jason hadn't been her boyfriend that long, and they hadn't taken their relationship to that level--yet.
Devon didn't say anything, only set the suitcase down outside of the door. "Here you go. I know some of the guys in the other room were looking forward to seeing you, so… don't let Romeo get too carried away." Devon winked at her and then headed down the stairs.
Bree picked her jaw up off of the floor and entered the bedroom..
"This is awesome!" Jason was bouncing up and down on the bed like a little kid.
It was a nice room, but she wasn't ready to stay in it just yet. "I'm going to head down to say hi to the guys in the pool parlor. You wanna come?"
"Sure. I'll be right down. I hope they have plenty of beer."
"After what I paid for a stocked fridge and pantry, they better." She forced a smile and headed back to the stairs. Jason hadn't shared any of the cost since he said they were her friends. Bree had been working every weekend for weeks to save up for this. While she loved playing the guitar at local clubs and singing, she would've also loved it if her boyfriend wouldn't be so stingy with his cash.
When Bree reached the bottom of the stairs, Nora was waiting for her. "So… Jason seems… nice."
"Yep.” She heard the sarcasm in her voice but didn’t want to explain herself to her friend at the moment. “I'm gonna go say hi to the other guys. Are Hank and Isaac both here, too? Did they bring dates?" She was already walking through the living room toward the sound of pool balls in the back of the house.
"Uh… Hank did, but… Isaac didn't. His girlfriend broke up with him. Since he had twin beds in his room anyway, he brought someone else."
"Oh? A friend from college?"
Nora didn't need to answer that question because as soon as Bree walked into the room, she saw exactly who Isaac had invited. "Oh shit," she muttered, her mouth falling open in shock.
"Nope," Nora said. "Surprise."
Surprise wasn't even the half of it.
Two weeks later…. Bree sat on the beach, a drink one hand, Trent’s fingers interlaced with her other where it lay in the sand. The ocean waves rolled in, wetting the sand near their toes, the sun baking down on their tan skin as it dried from their first dip in the ocean. There would be plenty more.&nbs
The sound of the gavel echoed throughout the courtroom. No one said a word for what seemed like the longest few seconds Bree could ever remember. Then, the people around her came back to life, and she found air in her lungs again. “Are you okay?” Trent asked. He was always asking her that, checking on her, making sure she was all right. Bree nodded. She was all right. She was going to continue to be all right, too. It seemed like a nightmare that had lasted almost two years was finally over.&nb
Yet again, Bree found herself speaking to a police officer. This time, she wasn’t the one lying in a hospital bed, though. Instead, after they’d pieced together enough of the story to know that the maintenance man had been trying to make it so that the pipe above her head would move down, Bree and her bandmates had been asked to come to the police station. The others were sitting outside, or maybe one or two of them were being interviewed by other officers now. All she knew was the man sitting across from her, Detective Coop Wellington, didn’t look like the sort of person one kept information from. “We know Monica and this&helli
“All right--Bree Matthews!” a stagehand shouted, coming over with a clipboard and a microphone on his head. “Are you ready?” “We are ready!” Bree said for all of them, bouncing on her heels. “Then, head to your spots.” He signaled for them to approach their section of the stage. The band had been prepped on how this would work before the show. They headed to the places they’d been told to earli
Sitting in a chair, staring at a runway, brought back way too many uncomfortable memories for Trent. Had it really just been a little over a year since he’d spent at least one or two days a week sitting in just such a chair, waiting for Monica to come down the stage? It seemed so strange now. He tried not to fidget, but his leg was bouncing up and down so quickly, he was glad he wasn’t outside because he might manage to start a fire with the right kindling--and like Bree, he’d had enough of fire for one lifetime. “Are you all right?” Celia asked, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “You’re making me nervous, an
Anxiety bubbled up in Bree as she stood in the staging area, getting ready for the big show. All around her, models and bands were putting the finishing touches on their makeup and hair, the models getting into their first outfits so that they’d be fully prepared to grace the runway as soon as it was their turn to take the walk and show off the newest fashions to an invigorated audience. From what Bree could tell, this wasn’t actually one of those fashion shows where the clothing was practical and might be bought by the average housewife. No, it was mostly lingerie, and it was mostly, well, ridiculous, in her point of view. None of it was s
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