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Anna Keebler makes a
living being unconventional. A wedding planner who specializes in more…unusual
ceremonies, Anna’s client list includes everything from nudists to paintballers
to Little Red Riding Hood enthusiasts. So when her photographer up and quits
during a wedding blitz in Hawaii, Anna makes an unconventional decision. She
hires a hot Marine to be her new photographer.
He stood up and hesitated
a moment, then turned west and started walking. His pace was brisk, but he
couldn’t outrun his thoughts.
Best man? In what world
could you possibly be the best man for anything?
Grant kicked his toes
through the sand and began to run. The sea air felt good on his arms, and the
sand was soft and warm underfoot. He passed a couple playing Frisbee near the
water and offered them a friendly smile.
“Afternoon,” he called.
“Beautiful day.”
“Sure is!”
He kept running, his pace
strong and even. Rows of condos gave way to thick palms, and soon he’d lost sight
of any other human life. This was his favorite part of this area of Kauai, his
favorite spot on any of the Hawaiian Islands, really. It was possible to lose
yourself completely.
Almost.
He’d been running at least
thirty minutes when he spotted a cluster of people. Odd, considering few people
even knew this section of beach even existed. The tourists sure as hell didn’t
know about it, and most locals stayed away on weekdays. He slowed his stride,
frowning. Was he imagining things, or were all of them buck naked?
No, not all of them. His
eyes landed on a woman in a bright yellow sundress. She had shoulder-length
hair that glinted reddish-gold in the sun. As she turned toward him, her grass-green
eyes lit up with something that looked like relief. Grant kept moving forward,
almost without realizing his body was carrying him toward her.
For the first time in his
life, Grant’s brain tuned out the naked breasts around him and zeroed in on the
one fully clothed woman in sight.
“Thank God you’re finally
here,” she said, grabbing his arm.
Grant blinked at her, too
stunned to reply.
Not that he had a chance
to get a word out anyway. She kept talking, her words coming out in a jumbled
rush.
“We were starting to get
worried. Well, everyone except the rest of the groomsmen, who were all taking
bets on whether the best man would make it, but now that you’re here—”
“Best man,” Grant
repeated, his brain trying to wrap itself around her words.
“I don’t mean to rush you,
but you’ve got three minutes to take your clothes off and get oiled up,” she
said. “You can use that tent over there if you want, though I don’t really see
the point since you’ll be running around naked for the next few hours.”
He stared at her. He knew
it wasn’t polite, but it was hard not to admire the lush curve of her breasts
beneath the yellow sundress, and the taut muscles in her calves. Her toes were
bare and tipped with bright orange polish, and the inside of her right ankle
bore a small tattoo of a feather. Her arms were long and pale, but shapely. He
looked back up at her face, which was framed by straight, shoulder-length hair
the color of carrot cake.
She frowned at him and
spit out a lock of it, and Grant wondered if it tasted like cinnamon and
nutmeg. He was thinking of running his fingers through it when a gust of wind
blew her hair across her face, showing two bright blue streaks mixed in with
the auburn strands.
Interesting.
The woman tightened her
grip on his arm, and Grant lost his breath for an instant.
“Come on, buddy,” she
said. “We’ve been waiting on you. Off with the clothes already.”
Another woman joined them,
wearing nothing but a short veil and pair of sunglasses. She touched the
redhead’s arm and leaned close. “Actually, Anna, this isn’t—”
“Sure I am,” Grant said,
and reached for the hem of his shirt.
*****
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Tawna Fenske is a fourth-generation
Oregonian who writes humorous fiction, risqué romance, and heartwarming love
stories with a quirky twist. Her offbeat brand of romance has received multiple
starred reviews from Publishers Weekly, one of
which noted, “There’s something wonderfully relaxing about being immersed in a
story filled with over-the-top characters in undeniably relatable situations.
Heartache and humor go hand in hand.”
Tawna lives in Bend, Oregon with her
husband, step-kids, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets. She loves hiking,
snowshoeing, standup paddleboarding, and inventing excuses to sip wine on her
back porch. She can peel a banana with her toes and loses an average of twenty
pairs of eyeglasses per year.
To learn more about all of Tawna’s books, visit www.tawnafenske.com
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