Blazing Hot Second Chance: Blaze Family Romance, #11

By Daria Blake

It's Wedding Season!

 

Something old,

Something new,

Will you say "I do"? 

 

I plan everything... but I never expected my forever.

 

Olivia - 

When Jesse left me at the altar before God and everyone I knew, I thought I would never get over the shame. Now it's three years later and while I've sworn off any desire for a wedding of my own, there is nothing going to stop me from planning the perfect day for every other bride out there. When a destination wedding brings me face-to-face with Luke Morgan and the humiliating past I've worked so hard to avoid, I wonder if I got it all wrong by running away like I did.

 

I let her go once without telling her how I feel. I won't make that mistake again.

 

Luke - 

I've loved Olivia Blaze since the moment I first laid eyes on her, that is... when my best friend introduced her to me as his girlfriend. I forced myself to ignore my feelings for all of our sakes. They were happy together. They were meant for each other. But when he left her at the altar, everything changed. She left town and surprised me by taking my heart with her. And now I have a second chance to tell her how I feel and I realize it doesn't matter what happens; I just have to let her know so I can finally move on.

 

Don't miss any of the Blaze Family Romance stories!

 

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Blazing Hot Hero

Blazing Hot Chef

Blazing Hot Fighters

Blazing Hot Jock

Blazing Hot Second Chance

Blazing Hot Slopes

Blazing Hot Tidings

Blazing Hot Holiday

Blazing Hot Santa

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• Language: English
• Publisher: FS Romance Press
• Release date: Oct 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215663028

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

OLIVIA

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O h, my god I am so jealous! My roommate, Beth, rifles through my closet pulling dresses and wraps from the rack, and assembling potential outfits for me to pack. "I wish I were going to Bermuda. And to a private island? I mean, you have the best job, Liv."

I lift a necklace and matching earrings from my jewelry box and place them on the dress she’s laid out on my bed. Yeah, but it’s more work than play. Weddings are stressful enough when they’re local, but destination weddings… forget about it. I head back to my dresser for different earrings.

She shakes her head. Uh, I’m sorry, no. It’s Bermuda. It’s super posh. It’s a private-freaking-island. I won’t allow any complaints.

I laugh. Deal. But I wasn’t really complaining, just trying to make you feel a little less jealous.

I try to scoot out of the way but she’s faster and punches my arm. "See! You’re the best. And I don’t care what you say, you really do have the best job. I am totally hiring you to plan my wedding. Wait. Can you be the planner and also be in the wedding?"

I arch a curious brow at her. Back up. Are you and Rex making plans I should know about?

She plops onto my bed. I wish. But I am starting to get the itch, you know? I mean, I feel like a cliché, but I think he’s the one. She whispers that last bit as if he were secretly hiding in the apartment and might overhear.

Rex and Beth have been dating for almost two years and they are the epitome of compatible. Aw, Beth! That’s really great. How does he feel? Has he hinted at anything?

She shrugs and lays another dress out for our inspection. I think he’s on the same page. We haven’t talked about it, but last month we were at Angie and Sophie’s wedding, and when they were saying their vows Rex held my hand and pulled me close, like in a meaningful way, you know?

I smile as I remember that wedding. Bryony planned it—which meant I could attend as a guest—and it was perfect. Their vows were pretty spectacular.

Right? She sighs. I don’t know. I think I need to stop dwelling on it. I don’t want to get bummed out.

I take the latest dress off the bed and put it next to my garment bag. "You know, you could ask him… why does it always have to be the guy who proposes?"

Beth thinks about that for a moment. "I don’t know. I think there is a part of me that’s super old fashioned. I want Rex to ask. I want him to ask my dad first… maybe I’m being dumb. It all seems so fussy when I think about it, but…" She sighs.

Yeah, I know. Weddings are fussy. They’re supposed to be. It’s a big day, and I think it’s important to make a fuss.

She folds a tee shirt and tucks it into my bag. What about you? You’re such a sucker for the perfect wedding, don’t you see yourself walking down the aisle one day?

Her question sends a zing of panic through me. She doesn’t know about my history with Jesse and our wedding from hell; nobody here in St. Louis does—except my business partner, Bryony.

How pathetic would it be if people knew that one of the city’s most popular wedding planners was once left at the altar? Yeah, that’s not something I share when I’m taking on excited new brides and grooms as clients.

You’d think that being a wedding planner would be a constant reminder of my own failed wedding, but the opposite is true. Despite my own horrible history, I still love weddings. I dream about planning perfect ones. I love helping brides make their magical day flawless. I love seeing couples in love tie the knot. I swoon over meeting grooms who are as eager for their big day as their fiancées. All of it serves to push the memories of my own wedding back where they belong: in the past.

But my current client, and this destination wedding has brought it all back. Heather was part of the old crowd—the group Jesse and I used to hang with back home. I am sure she remembers my wedding day—it’s one of those things that sticks with you, trust me—but she’s been great and hasn’t mentioned it once.

Many of the guests are old friends, though I haven’t seen any of them since my wedding. I checked the list