From This Day Forward

From This Day Forward

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Sex and the City meets The Wedding Planner in this prequel to USA TODAY bestselling author Lauren Layne’s The Wedding Belles series about three high-powered New York City women who can plan any wedding—but their own.

Up-and-coming wedding photographer Leah McHale’s career is on the rise–thanks in no small part to the Wedding Belles, the elite New York wedding planning agency that always throws top-tier business Leah’s way. So when one of the Belles asks Leah to fill in at the former First Daughter’s wedding, Leah is overjoyed to say yes—until she finds out who she’ll be working with.

Jason Rhodes is the one man who was able to capture Leah’s heart and, once he had it, promptly stepped all over it and left her broken. Now he’s working side-by-side with her at the biggest wedding of the season and Leah is determined to give him the cold shoulder. Despite his persistence, she is not going to fall for his charming, impish ways again. Not even if he still has that killer, irresistible smile...

One-Liners
  • A New York wedding photographer lands her dream wedding job in the Hamptons—only to learn she has to share the job with the man who broke her heart.
Accolades
  • "FROM THIS DAY FORWARD is 100% recommended for anyone who likes stories about weddings, stories about people who are a really good at their jobs, [and] relationships that are a tad explosive both in and out of bed." -Fresh Fiction
  • "Layne packs as much into this sexually charged and emotionally intense novella (an introduction to her upcoming Wedding Belles series) as most authors do in a full novel." - Publishers Weekly, Starred Review

–Fresh Fiction in a Top Pick

Excerpts

She’d made that perfectly clear the day she’d walked out on him a year ago without so much as a glance over her shoulder. Without giving him a chance to explain. Stub- born, wretched woman. And yet here he was, walking to- ward her and actually looking forward to it even though he knew the reception he was due to receive would be far from warm.

Moth, meet flame.

Jason narrowed his eyes as he pulled the ever-present cinnamon Tic Tac case from his front jeans pocket. He flipped the lid open with a thumb, watching Leah as he tilted three of the little candies into his mouth.

The tip of her tongue flicked out almost subconsciously, touching the center of her bottom lip briefly, before she jerked her gaze away. He wondered if she was remembering his taste as vividly as he remembered hers.

Jason picked up his bourbon and threw it back in one swallow before standing and grabbing his bag. Before Leah had a chance to react, he’d moved toward her, shamelessly invading her personal space as he bent down and placed his lips near her ear.

“Sweetheart, by the time I’m done with you, sleep will be the last thing on your mind. Guarantee it.”