“plan yet, Jaynes.” She grimaced. Probably because she hadn’t had one. “Just get as far away from the church as you can,” she instructed grimly, her satin gown hissing against the leather as she shifted into a move comfortable position.… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“Humph. Like hell. James Whitehorn Honeycutt would simply have to find another way to merge Honeycutt Foods with Reedwater Snacks. Regardless of what her… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“I was, uh, curious as to the w-whereabouts of your, er…groom?” Lou removed the last” — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“Drive, Jaynes!” In a blur of white satin and lace, Louisa Marie Honeycutt dove into the waiting limousine, slid across the expansive leather seat,… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“James Whitehorn Honeycutt would simply have to find another way to merge Honeycutt Foods with Reedwater Snacks. Regardless of what her father thought, the… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“she wouldn’t just be getting the time of her life…She’d be getting the ride of her life.” — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“every which way, making her resemble a cross between Cruella DeVille and Medusa, she thought disgustedly. She needed a barrette, a headband, something. Inspiration… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“plan yet, Jaynes.” She grimaced. Probably because she hadn’t had one. “Just get as far away from the church as you can,” she instructed… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“a blur of white satin and lace, Louisa Marie Honeycutt dove into the waiting limousine, slid across” — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“her mind preoccupied, her gaze trained on the changing sky—partly cloudy, partly clear—as they neared the downtown Atlanta area. Bradford pears and planters filled… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“Eyes darting nervously between the road and the rearview mirror, her timid driver cleared his throat. “May I be so bold as to ask… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
“I imagine he’s at the altar,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Where I left him.” Jaynes’ eyes bugged and a little choking sound emerged from” — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share Image
