“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
“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
