Excerpt: Julia Kelly’s “The Wedding Week”


So tomorrow is release day for my friend Julia Kelly’s second anthology, ONE WEEK IN HAWAII!!

Sun, sand, and seduction.

This summer, Alexis Anne, Audra North, Julia Kelly, and Alexandra Haughton sweep you away to paradise for One Week in Hawaii.

A wedding planner breaks all the rules to have just one night of pleasure, only to find that a stolen moment might hold the key to forever.

A movie star falls hard for her sexy co-star…who just happens to be her best friend.

A former black sheep risks falling from grace again when she seduces a handsome stranger with a dark history.

An artist has to choose between dating a guy who will please her parents and one who will please…and pleasure…her.

Sex on the beach is so much more than a drink in these four sizzling contemporary novellas by the authors who brought you One Week in Wyoming.

To get you ready for release day, I’m sharing this excerpt from Julia’s fantastic story, The Wedding Week. The book is available for pre-order here!

The champagne bottle was sweating by the time Chris found Annie on the beach. She stood with her arms wrapped around her, looking out over the crashing surf. During the day, this beach was packed, but under the moonlight it felt as though they were the only ones in Waikiki.

He loosened his shoes and ditched them, along with his socks. The cool sand squished between his toes. He was ten yards away when she tore her gaze from the horizon and glanced over at him.

“The man who can iron,” she greeted him with a smile.

He tipped the bottle toward her. “There are worse things to be known for. I’m hoping you’re off the clock.”

“I’m never off the clock. Not really. Do you always carry champagne around?”

“You can never be too prepared. Maybe I was hoping I’d meet a beautiful woman watching the waves.”

He watched the words sink in, two or three emotions crossing her face in quick succession. Still, he wasn’t ready when she said, “No one’s ever brought me champagne before.”

How was that even possible? “Then I’m glad I’m the first.”

“It’s part of being a wedding planner.” She gave him that small smile again, as though the admission were an apology. “We’re usually the ones coordinating the big gestures. Creating the fantasies.”

“Well, tonight you get champagne.” He pulled the glasses out of his pockets and handed them to her. “Do you mind?”

She took them from him, eyebrow raised. “Not at all.”

He set about peeling the foil off the champagne’s cage.

“Does this make you William Holden?” she asked after a moment’s silence.

His hand stilled. “William Holden winds up with glass in his ass. I’m Humphrey Bogart.”

“You know Sabrina?” she asked, a little incredulous as he stuffed the cage into his pocket and eased the cork out of the bottle. It sighed—one of the best sounds in the world.

“I know Bogey. A man’s man.” He poured out her glass with a flourish before moving on to the other one. “Besides, there’s a whole culinary school B-story in Sabrina. It’s practically required watching.”

When he glanced up at her, she was smiling. A real smile that lit up her whole face. “You could just admit you love the movie.”

He laughed, clinking the edge of his glass against hers. “Or I could just admit I love the movie.”

The joy was still dancing in her eyes as she tipped her head back to drink.

He swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving the spot where her muscle twitched as her throat worked. Maybe it was his own obsession with food, but there was something so effortlessly sensual about a woman eating and drinking. When her eyes fluttered closed, he nearly groaned. His champagne could have tasted like ginger ale for all he knew. All he wanted to do was suck it from her lips.

She opened her eyes slowly. “I never drink at work, but apparently I feel like breaking the rules tonight.”


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