YOU are invited to a wedding. As you try on what must be the ugliest bridesmaid dress (and that is saying a lot) you realize so much can go wrong with this event. Your best friend needs to know NOW if you are bringing a date. So what is a girl to do? Do you bring the sexy guy you have only gone on one date with, or do you brave it and go alone?
In this novel, you make the decisions. Will your dream date turn out to be a dud? Will the best man find a way under your ugly dress? Will the bachelorette party end with a bang or a fizzle? Will the wedding even happen at all? Will your decision leave you pleasantly satisfied or disappointed and yearning for more? All of these experiences are awaiting you at the beautiful country estate. Now all you must do is choose…
It’s your fantasy. Your rules.
The choice is all yours. . . .
Your best friend is getting married and she’s asked you to be a bridesmaid. You have so many decisions to make. . . .
Do you ask the gorgeous but mysterious man you just met to come as your date?
Or do you go solo?
Once the wedding weekend gets under way, will you ditch your date? Get down and dirty with the hot DJ? Dodge the disreputable best man?
Or perhaps the rugged pilot you meet in the bar will open up unexpected erotic opportunities—and who knew the maid of (dis)honor had such a sultry streak?
You also have to navigate through the bachelorette party, the bride’s wedding jitters, the dress from hell, and more. Perhaps the most tempting option is to flee the entire affair with a tall, dark stranger . . . or maybe an old friend who could surprise you with a sizzling encounter.
You make the decisions—a wild ride is guaranteed.
Here’s a brief excerpt—it’s hard to give you more, because of the interactive nature of the text. However, there is an app available for 5 excerpts from the book that simulate the choose your own experience. I’d love it people could post about it, too:
But you’re not feeling any pre-bridesmaid’s dress fitting panic today. Jane is your oldest friend in the world, and you know she’d never expect you to wear a monstrosity. You’ve seen pictures of what she has in mind for you – a tasteful slip-dress in a harmless dark-blue satin.
‘Champagne?’ a shop assistant asks, holding out a tray of glasses, the bubbles racing to pop out of the top of each glass. ‘Yes please,’ says Cee Cee, Jane’s older sister and maid of honor, appearing beside you and taking a glass. Cee Cee adores weddings – in fact, as a wedding
planner, she makes a living out of them. You’re a little worried she might be infecting Jane with too much bridezilla hysteria and over-the-topness – most of the events she presides over make the last royal wedding look like an elopement followed by a piss-up in the local pub – but you have to admit, she’s a great organizer.
‘Have you seen Jane’s dress?’ you ask, sinking into one of the luxurious armchairs set in front of a wall of mirrors and a little podium, designed for optimum dress viewing. ‘Not yet! But I can’t wait,’ Cee Cee says, settling down in the chair next to yours, eyes shining. ‘And you will just die when Jane tells you about my idea for the bridesmaids’ dresses!’
That sounds rather alarming. You’re about to ask for details, but then Jane steps out of the dressing room, closely followed by a mountain of fabric, the bridal shop proprietor fussing over the train of the dress.
‘Oh my God, Jane!’ you say.