#BookReview|The Wedding Date|Zara Stoneley

I always love a book that that makes me feel good. Zara’s defiently do that having previously read an ARC of Bridesmaids last month for an honest review, i won this in a competion run by the author. I knew i was in for a good time. Having never been to a wedding ever! I know shocking! I love how she makes them so much fun, they are a laugh a minute. I want to go to a Zara Stoneley inspired wedding. Zara is fast becoming a firm favourite author.

My Review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 stars

One ex. One Wedding. One little white lie. Sam’s best friend is getting married, Sam is maid of honour, how exciting. what could possibly go wrong? Several things in fact! Recently dumped Sam is facing the possibility of going alone or not at all to the wedding which she can’t possibly do. A laugh a minute with just the right amount of serious and a splash of class. The author has seriously good knack of writing stories revolving around friends weddings and new beginnings and such a way with words you will cry with laughter. A fun, light feel good read.

Blurb

One ex.
One wedding.
One little white lie.

When Samantha Jenkins is asked to be the maid of honour at her best friend’s wedding, she couldn’t be happier. There are just three problems…

1) Sam’s ex-boyfriend, Liam, will be the best man.
2) His new girlfriend is pregnant.
3) Sam might have told people she has a new man when she doesn’t (see points 1 and 2 above)

So, Sam does the only sensible thing available to her… and hires a professional to do the job.

As the wedding draws closer, gorgeous actor Jake Porter plays his part to perfection and everyone believes he is madly in love with Sam. The problem is, Sam’s not sure if Jake is acting anymore…

Excerpt The main issue with staring at a man’s pert bum, is that if he spins round you find yourself staring at his crotch. I once looked up ‘crotch’ in the dictionary. Don’t ask. I think i was in the waiting room at the dentist’s and read it in some countryside or gardening magazine. It was an article about tree pruning, with photos of some very masculine looking types hanging off branches dangling chainsaws. I was confused, and bored, so i Googled. Anyway, it means (if you ignore the obvious) a fork in a tree, road, or river. As in the trunk where it splits into two branches, get it? This fork was very snugly encasd in the jeans that are also caressing his rear. ‘Oh fork.’ Sarah splutters crumbs. Christ, did i really say that? And in that way? ‘Fork indeed.’ Her eyes are watering as she spits the words out between what sounds like a cat coughing up fur balls, but i think its a mix of laughter and tears, and trying not to make too much noise. At least it stops the suggestive breadstick sucking.

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