MAKING IT GOOD ENOUGH
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Holly is happy, or at least she thinks she is. Until Dane's glamorous ex-wife, Sally, arrives on the doorstep - and refuses to leave. With trouble brewing and secrets being uncovered, is his determination to spice up their sex life a smokescreen, or love?
Charlie’s got the girl he loved back. But this time can they go all the way – if it means accepting the lifestyle that he ran away from? Falling in love with Anna is one thing, but is a society wedding a step too far?
Who will be walking up the aisle? Will the friends get their happy ever afters – or will an uninvited wedding guest ruin it all?
With disastrous parties, lustful fantasies and alarming announcements, can any of them make it good enough to last?
REVIEWS for 'Good Enough to Share', Book 1
'Fun and Sexy. Love the humor, emotions, and sex that the author so cleverly intertwined.'
'My only problem with this book was that it wasn't long enough.'
I’d always thought of Charlie as my surfer dude, he had that lazy, casual, ‘I’ll sort it later’ air about him, coupled with the type of blond good looks that had girls falling at his feet. Slightly more ripped and he’d be deadly, if he could be bothered. He put his hands behind his head and sprawled. “She was about to invite the vicar, the bloody vicar.”
“Sorry, just remind me what we’re talking about.” I tried not to grin. This was Charlie as wound up as he got, and I was starting to get just a hint of an idea about why he’d left home years ago, and had been determined to buck the trend and live his life how he wanted. Charlie might seem happy go lucky, but underneath that boyish demeanour was a man you could only push so far. He knew what he wanted, if he could be bothered to get it, and being organised wasn’t it. His parents, I’d been told, owned half a county, and his mother was used to organising. He’d left the fold in protest, and only gone back because of Anna. And I suspect because he did actually love his family quite a lot.
“The engagement party. It’s supposed to be a bit of fun and any second now she’ll be bringing in a boy band and some dancing geisha girls.”
“Now that could be fun.”
Charlie shook his head slowly and I could tell he was trying not to grin. A startlingly clear mental picture of geisha girls and the vicar was forming in my mind, and it was so not right it was embarrassing.
“Or the local hunt and the Master of Hounds.” I glanced back at Dane as his deep voice entered the conversation. I couldn’t help but look at him, whenever I had an excuse. He’d levered himself away from the door frame and started to look interested.
“Oh shit, don’t.” Charlie rolled his eyes and I swore he shuddered.
“You could have the lot, horns, horses and hounds. A full fanfare.” He was warming up to the subject, and I had this vivid image of a full hunt in red coats, flying horses, hunting horns blaring out, hounds in full voice with their tails in the air all stampeding straight through the middle of the wedding reception. I squeezed my eyes shut to get rid of it, just as the master of the hounds jumped over the five-tier-high wedding cake and a trailing hoof sent the top tier into the crowd. Nobody had five tiers, did they? Not even Charlie’s mum?