“Shopping for a Billionaire's Fiancée”
All of our best dates end up in the emergency room...
I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and-her favorite-tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect woman.
The perfect everything.
Dad gave me my late mother's engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore. Shannon wouldn't care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to impress.
But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, and that will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her bare backside on the internet.
I was going to make it perfect, from the color of the tablecloth to the freshness of the roses.
And it was perfect.
Until Shannon swallowed the ring.
“Shopping for a CEO”
I'm thrilled to be the maid of honor in my friend's wedding, but the best man, Andrew McCormick, is a chauvinistic pig with a god complex. And I can't stop kissing him in closets.
(Don't ask.)
He's the brother of the groom and the CEO of my biggest mystery shopping account, but suddenly he's refusing to be in the wedding. He won't talk about it. Won't see reason.
He's such a man. And he still won't stop kissing me in random closets.
(Thank goodness.)
I'm a fixer. That's what I do. I can fix anything if given the chance. But when the game is fixed, there's only so much I can do.
The ball's in his court now.
Game on.
“Shopping for a Billionaire's Wife”
Who needs a SWAT team to escape from their own wedding? Me.
My Momzilla turned us into hostages at our own ceremony, so Declan and I are getting married the good old-fashioned way, just like everybody else.
By calling in his private security team, stealing away before the ceremony by helicopter, connecting to his corporate jet and heading for Las Vegas.
The Boston wedding of the year is about to become a trashy Elvis drive-thru ceremony.
Until the best man spills the beans and Mom, Dad, my sisters, his brothers, my maid of honor, my friend Josh, and even my cat, Chuckles, all come along for the ride. I can’t win, can I? Oh. Yeah.
I already did.
Love conquers all.
Even my crazy family.
