the romance bug early by way of fairy tales and hasn’t been able to cure it
since. Consequently, she feeds her addiction with romance novels and films. In
between being a doctor’s wife and mother of two, she puts her B.A. in Musical Theater
to good use via community theater and church choir.
tree, painting her house, and baking, especially with chocolate. She loves
traveling, reading Jane Austen, and all things Italian. In her next life, she
plans to be a professional organizer.
of heartache and love, but happily ever after might be just around the corner.After three years, Maren Summers is elated to
finally have her dream wedding to her dream man, Kevin Bryant. In her sights is
the promotion to Weddings she’s worked so hard for at the newspaper. Happily
ever after is within her grasp…
Until Kevin jilts her at the altar, elopes with
another woman, and becomes her boss. Devastated by the twisted turn of events
Maren moves in with her best friend and notices the not-so-homeless guy on the
corner, Zane Whitfield. As his heart-wrenching tale unfolds—his vow to wait a
year on the corner for his lost love—Maren sees his compassionate
human-interest story as her ticket away from Kevin, weddings, and her
But as the New Year approaches, is Maren headed
for heartache again if Zane’s lost love returns or has time changed more than
“Fancy meeting you here,” a familiar voice said behind her.
Surprised, Maren turned in her chair to see Harrison standing there.
“Harrison!” She stood. “What are you doing here? Are you covering weddings along with funerals now?”
“No.” He motioned for her to resume her seat and took the empty chair to her right. “I’m a guest.”
“I didn’t see you at the wedding.”
“I know. I wanted to be here sooner but old lady Whipple passed away this week and I was stuck covering her funeral instead of here at my cousin’s wedding.”
“Are you a cousin of the bride or the groom?”
“Groom. We played a lot of street hockey growing up. I’m the reason for the scar by his left temple.” He smiled and waved at the groom who waved back. “What are you doing here? And why weren’t you at the Whipple funeral?” His forehead scrunched. “Wait a minute. What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon?”
“I guess you haven’t heard.”
“I guess not. Care to spill the sordid details?”
She played with the condensation on her water glass. “Not really.”