Sex and the City meets The Wedding Planner in The Wedding Belles, a contemporary and witty romance series about three high-powered New York City women who can plan any wedding—but their own.
Alexis Morgan has spent the past eight years devoted to turning her tiny start-up into Manhattan’s premiere wedding planning company, The Wedding Belles. Now that her business is thriving, it’s time to turn towards her much neglected personal life, and Alexis approaches her relationships like she does everything else: with a plan. Not a part of that plan is Logan Harris, the silent partner in the Belles, and the one person who’s been there for her since the very beginning. But Alexis needs someone fun, and Logan’s all business, all the time—except when a late night at the office ends with an unexpected kiss that leaves the usually cool and together Alexis reeling.
Logan has lusted after Alexis since the day he walked into the tiny Harlem apartment that used to double as her office. But the ambitious wedding planner has always been untouchable...until now. Alexis has made it clear that she’s on the dating market—and equally clear that he’s not in the running. But when Alexis finds herself in need of a date for her sister’s last minute wedding in Florida, Logan knows it’s the perfect time to show Alexis that there’s more to him than numbers and spreadsheets—and beneath the pinstripes and glasses lies a hot-blooded heartthrob. As Florida’s sultry days turn into even hotter nights, Logan’s out to convince Alexis that the fling of a lifetime could just maybe turn into forever...
- Finding the one you love—right under your nose.
- The founder of Manhattan's premiere wedding planning company has never met a problem she couldn't solve, all without smudging her lipstick or losing her composure ... until her longtime account decides to show her that sometimes the best things in life are the ones you can't plan for ...
- A USA TODAY Bestseller
- "A pitch-perfect love story about learning the right guy's been in front of you all along.
“Hello” The sexy British accent starled Alexis out of her thoughts, and she glanced up, both alarmed and intrigued to find that the face that awaited her was every bit as appealing as the voice.
“Hi,” she replied quickly, realizing that she’d been staring. His smile grew wider as he extended a hand. “Logan Harris.” Darn. Even the name was good. “Alexis,” she said. “Does that come with a last name?” he teased, lowering himself to the vacant barstool beside her. “Not to strange men,” she retorted. “I could buy you a drink. Get rid of the ‘strange’ part.”
“Why?” she asked, lifting his business card slightly. “Why would you offer this?” He jerked his head in the direction of her folder. “It’s a good plan. Worth the risk.” She shook her head slowly, searching his face. “No, it’s something more than that. Another reason. I’d like to know what.” The other corners of his eyes crinkled a bit, and he gave a fleeting smily before walking back to her, crowding her against the bar. For a moment she feared – hoped? – that he would kiss her, and from the way his mouth dropped just inches from hers, she thought maybe he wanted to. Then his face turned, his lips brushing against her cheek instead. “Say yes to my proposal, Alexis. Say yes, and maybe someday I’ll tell you the other reason.”
For a long time, it had simply been enough that nobody else got to know what tied her up in knots, either. But something was shifting. Logan trusted his instincts more than anything else in his life, and his instincts were telling him that change was on the horizon. Coming from her? From himself? Both? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was far from satisfied with what Alexis Morgan was offering him. He wanted Alexis to talk to him, yes, but the real problem was that he wanted more than that. He wanted everything. And she wasn’t offering --- OR: He wanted Alexis to talk to him, yes, but the real problem was that he wanted more than that. He wanted everything. And she wasn’t offering
Logan Harris had been her very first friend in the city, but he was a hell of a lot more than that.
Because Logan was realizing that there was no good way to explain to his father that what was keeping him in New York wasn’t work so much as a woman. A woman who barely registered his existence, even after eight years of him being right there in front of her. He couldn’t explain it to his father. Because he could barely even explain it to himself.
Logan Harris was a good guy. The Best. Which is exactly why she wasn’t going there. Logan was…everything. He was her friend and her business and her future all wrapped into one admittedly yummy package. And Alexis’s careful, practical heart, even at its most vulnerable like it was now, just couldn’t handle the potential of losing everything.
“Perhaps that’s how we’ve survived each other all these years.” “Is that what we’ve been doing?” Alexis said with a little laugh. “Surviving?”
His heart got caught in his throat just for a moment at the sight of her. She looked…damn, she looked perfect.
He wanted her, even as he hated that she was all dolled up for another man. But this Alexis, casual, just a touch rumpled…this Alexis was even more beautiful to him, because he knew he was one of the few people allowed to see her this way, even if it was a priviledge seldom bestowed.
Two weeks ago, he’d have let himself out without a second thought. But two weeks ago, she hadn’t been out kissing other men – hadn’t been babbling about being a bad kisser. Logan stood leaning against her open kitchen counter for several moments, sipping his coffee as he debated. He could leave. Head to his office and regroup, figure out his next move. Or…. Or…. Before he could rethink the wisdom of plan B, Logan set his Starbucks cup aside and followed the sounds of dresser drawers opening and closing. He was walking into her bedroom just as she was walking out, and she collided ahainst his chest in a startled exhale. “Oh! Logan, I thought you’d –“ His hands wrapped gently but firmly around her elbws. He pulled her closer until their chests bumped softly, her small brests soft and perfect against him. He kissed her.
“You’re not a bad kisser, Alexis,” he said softly, brushing a thumb over her bottom lip.
His face went lethal and he pressed into her all the way until they were chest to chest and she could feel his heart beating against hers, the hard buckle of his belt digging into her stomach. “Tell me that kiss on Monday wasn’t hot as hell and I’ll back off,” he said huskily. “Tell me you didn’t enjoy it every bit as much as I did. That you haven’t been thinking of it every second since it’s happened. Tell me that, and I promise to leave you alone, and I’ll ask the pretty doctor out, see if she enjoys my kisses.”
“Damn you, Logan,” she said, pushing at his chest. “Damn you for ruining everything.” She turned on her heel, and Logan let her walk away. This time. Because if they kept having kisses like that, one of these times, she wouldn’t walk away.
They were playing a dangerous game, she and Logan, and though her brain protested in fear, warning her that things could go so terribly wrong, her heart? Her heart was being ridiculous, all warm and fluttery and irrational. Because Logan Harris wasn’t just out to seduce her. He was out to woo her. And thought she’d hardly admit it, even to herself, Alexis Morgan wa a woman who very much wanted – needed – to be wooed.
Logan meant to do the gentlemanly thing and set her back gently. He really did. But damn, she tasted good. Like wine, and familiarity, and maybe just a little bit of loneliness that he longed to banish.
Logan was digging his fork into the cake, but instead of lifting it to his mouth he held it out to her, eyebrows raised in challenge. “You seem to like this one.” I like you. Alexis hesitated only briefly before closing her lips over the fork, tasting the way the tart lime mingled with the sweet coconut. And it was delicious – it really was. But not nearly as delicious as the way Logan was looking at her, watching her tongue as it dabbed frosting off the corner of her mouth. Nor was it as delicious as the way he made her feel. Her gaze dropped into his mouth, and she remembered his words from yesterday: think about how good we could be. She’d been thinking about it, all right.
Holy Crap. In all her fantasies – and there may have been a few, against her better judgment – Logan Harris hadn’t looked like this. To think for eight years she’d been drinking coffee every Monday and Thursday with Clark Kent when she should have been sharing a hotel room with Superman.
"Well. Someone's popular," she said, her tone a little snippy as she dropped her bag to the pavement. "Someone's jealous," he countered. She stared to take off her cover-up, but then bit her lip and glared at him. "Okay, seriously, I have to ask. What is with all of this?" She waved her hand over his body. He glanced down. "I take care of myself." "No, I take care of myself. You look like you're from Krypton."
"White wine?" She bit her lip thoughtfully. "How about a margarita?" "Coming right up," he said, looking down. "But Alexis?" "Yeah?" She glanced up at him. "A drink won't fix what's got you all riled up." "And I suppose you have a solution," she said, pushing her sunglasses further up her nose. Logan reached down, toyed with the string tied around her neck, letting his fingers linger at the nape momentarily. "Maybe I do."
"Now you don't have to dance so much as hold on to me and sway." "Another excuse for us to touch," she said quietly. "Shocker." "One day, Alexis," he said, drawing her close, "you're going to ask me to touch you."
His hands cupped her face, and her eyes closed as his thumbs ran along her cheekbones. Slowly, his face lowered to hers, and when his lips melted against hers, it was perfect.
This moment was everything. So much more than anything they'd had in Florida, because it was here, at home. It was them. Logan and Alexis. It was real and important. Too much, Alexis realized in a panic as her weakened body collapsed to the table. It was too damn much. And it terrified her.
"Ask me again. Ask me the reason." "Why did you offer a woman you'd just met your entire inheritance?" She asked. His lips pressed to the center of her forehead. "Because you weren't a woman I'd just met. From the very moment I saw you, I knew. I knew you were the woman I loved."