“wanted to rail at Lou, blame her for getting under his skin, for making him fall in love with her. He wanted to hate her for being the answer to his dream, then snatching it out of his grasp. Over… — 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
“I was, uh, curious as to the w-whereabouts of your, er…groom?” Lou removed the last” — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share
“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
“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
“she wouldn’t just be getting the time of her life…She’d be getting the ride of her life.” — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share
“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
“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
“a blur of white satin and lace, Louisa Marie Honeycutt dove into the waiting limousine, slid across” — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“Someone to share his life with, who would greet him with a smile and a kiss, and a toddler to tackle him around the… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share
“bold as to ask a question, miss?” In the process of removing the dratted veil from her head, Lou sighed patiently. Though she was… — Rhonda Nelson Copy Share
