#SaturdaySpotlight is on Suzanne D Williams & She Loves Me In The Spring

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Today it is my pleasure to introduce to you another new-to-me author!

Best-selling author, Suzanne D. Williams, is a native Floridian, wife, mother, and photographer. She is the author of both nonfiction and fiction books. She writes devotionals and instructional articles for various blogs. She also does graphic design for self-publishing authors. She is co-founder of THE EDGE.

To learn more about what she’s doing and check out her extensive catalog of stories, visit www.feelgoodromance.com or link with her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/suzannedwilliamsauthor or on Twitter at twitter.com/SDWAuthor.

Brielle Hensley had her future all planned out. She’d designed the perfect wedding, picked the most beautiful dress. From the reception to the start of her married life, she knew what came next. Standing at the altar, however, her groom nowhere in sight, all those plans crumbled around her. She should have known better. The last thing her fiancé would ever do was embrace commitment.

Bradford Barrow wanted to kill his younger brother for running out on his bride. He’s not really that surprised, though. Being a husband, taking on the responsibility of having a wife, was far more something he’d do himself. He’d always been the dutiful son, the faithful employer. His entire life is about doing what’s expected of him and checking off the tasks on his ever-present lists.

Yet, sent to make a formal apology the next day, he and Brielle make a rash decision – to go on her honeymoon together. She needs to shake off his brother’s betrayal, and he needs to do something impulsive for once. Except, what begins innocently enough soon takes on a life of its own, and it could be that the acceptance they’ve both been looking for comes from the most spontaneous thing of all – love.

Excerpt:

The fact she was supposed to be on her honeymoon hit her with a jolt, and the remaining portion of the word became a long cry. Her legs gave one once more, and once more, Bradford caught her, but this time she gazed upward with the strangest urge to kiss him. His head dipped the tiniest bit as if the same urge gripped him too, then both of them yanked back, her stumbling into the lamp, which shivered at the contact, the lampshade tilting oddly sideways.

“You … should go,” he said.

Brielle focused. “Go where?”

“On the honeymoon. Be spontaneous like you said.”

Go on the honeymoon. Well, she could. The room had been reserved, although she’d missed her flight, but surely, there was another aimed right for the islands. But spend six days alone? Doing what? If she knew herself, she’d watch TV and cry a lot. Raid the in-room fridge.

“I’m never spontaneous either,” he continued. “Good ol’ Bradford, stodgy bachelor chasing Mommy’s skirts until he turns forty.”

“Come with me.”

She started that she’d said it, and he started that he’d heard it, apparently.

“You want me to come on your honeymoon?”

“Well … yeah. You said you weren’t spontaneous, and I know I’m not. So let’s try together. I’m sure the room has a couch or something one of us could use, and we’ll do all the things me and Walton had planned. It’ll be more fun with somebody. Keep me from crying and …” Once more, her face threatened to dissolve into tears.

“No, no, don’t cry.” Bradford rushed toward her. Grasping her shoulder with one hand, he blotted her tears, unsuccessfully, with his fingers. “Walton’s an ape. I’m so angry at him for this. He has the most beautiful woman willing to put up with his antics and …” He silenced suddenly. “I would never run out on you. You are beautiful. I … I really like the red hair.”

Brielle smiled, in spite of her mood.

“And, I guess, moments ago we almost …” He hushed again.

“Yeah, we did.”

Stating it made them both laugh, though it sounded jittery. The sound faded into awkward silence.

“Are you serious about me going with you?” he asked, breaking it.

Thinking on it, she nodded. It was crazy, but in a cool way. She could either seize the day, as they said, and make this weekend the best she’d ever had, or she could sit here and mourn something that, being honest with herself, shouldn’t have happened in the first place. Walton was handsome and funny and a half-dozen other adjectives, but they’d had nothing in common. She’d known that all along but denied it. She was the girl with the list, and he was the guy, scribbling on the page. She needed, not a scribbler like him, but a pencil, someone who liked the list, but checked those boxes.

“Your mom …” she began.

“Loves you,” he finished. “She’ll think I’m nuts and try to talk me out of it, so I won’t tell her yet … I’ll go.”

Brielle leapt in place. “Y-you will?” She blinked.

He nodded. “You pack a bag, and I’ll run home and grab a few things. I’ll come back for you in, say half an hour?”

“O-okay.”

Tickets. She needed to see about plane tickets. She could do that while he ran home. And pack her things, which were mostly packed already … except for the portion she’d pulled out when she got home yesterday. The sexy negligee she’d cut into tiny pieces. But she wouldn’t need a negligee for six days with Walton’s brother.

A lump formed in her throat.

Bradford felt his pocket for his keys and, releasing her, dashed for the door. “Half an hour. I’ll be back. I promise. Bradford Barrow never misses an appointment.” Smiling at her from the opening, he turned his back and pulled it shut behind him.

She’d bet that was true. Still … Had she just agreed to spend six days in a honeymoon suite with Walton’s older brother? Was that spontaneous or stupid?

She Loves Me In The Spring: The Non-Honeymoon (Barrow Bros. Brides Book 1) can be purchased at Amazon!

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