Wedding hookups. You hear about them. Rumor has it they’re almost inevitable. But I can tell you that I have been to (and in) a lot of weddings, and I have yet to encounter one of these mythical beasts.
Are they the stuff of urban legend?
I mean, it wasn’t that I was unavailable. I was a bridesmaid NINE times and flying solo for eight of those gigs. I attended several more as a guest—no butt-bow required—still no play. I never once found myself playing kissy face in the corner. I’ve shaken my tail feather in the Chicken Dance, danced a passable Hora for an Irish-Catholic girl, and turned myself around for the Hokey-Pokey. Still no hanky-panky.
Maybe that’s why I had to write a story about a couple who meet and uh, greet, at a wedding. The fact that I am now a married woman and allegedly not allowed to hit on eligible bachelors, made the whole ‘second chance at love’ aspect of it appealing. Not that I’m looking to trade mine in, but once you’ve been kissing the same guy for a decade or two, you get a little wistful when you think about first kisses.
So I channeled a little of my leftover wild child into Three Little Words, my new release from Kensington-Lyrical Press. Here’s the set up:
It’s never too late to make the best impulsive decision of your life.
Jo Masters isn’t the party girl she used to be, but now that she’s a woman without obligations, she’s ready to recapture a little of her misspent youth. Her niece’s wedding, with its open bar and dark dance floor, proves to be the perfect opportunity to let loose.
Gregory Stark is just trying to make it through his son’s wedding day… and make some time with the gorgeous brunette on the bride’s side of the aisle. His kid’s wedding probably isn’t the best occasion to put the moves on the sexy woman, who introduces herself only as ‘Josie’, but his best friend is closing in on her too and he has to act fast. With a couple of tequila shots under his belt, Greg propositions Josie — and neither wants to refuse.
Three Little Words is available now at the fine retailers listed below, but I’d love to give a digital copy to one of Delilah’s readers. Just comment below and tell me the wildest thing you’ve ever done at a wedding (No details necessary) and we’ll choose a winner! Good luck and thanks for reading!
By day Maggie Wells is buried in spreadsheets. At night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. She’ll tell you she’s a deep down dirty girl, but you only have to scratch the surface of this mild-mannered married lady to find a naughty streak a mile wide. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, she just can’t help herself… That’s part of her charm.