A Platonically Complicated Novella
Release Date Oct. 10, 2017
The final frontier. The end of dating. The number one cause of divorce.
I bet you every man who is about to take the plunge experiences a wide range of feelings. As a guy, whose wedding day is only seven days away, I know this.
Anxiety—Nerves are kicking in. Yeah, even confident, cocky guys like me are bound to face nuptial stage fright.
Let’s face it, forever is kind of a long time, right?
Excitement—Coriander and I are going to make it official. I’m marrying my best friend, the one I laugh with, live for, dream with.
Nothing can top this moment.
That is until I got the biggest surprise of my life…
“Wedding: a marriage ceremony full of pressure.”
I KNOW TODAY is my wedding day because of three things—the morning light cutting through the crack in the curtains, my heart pounding right out of my chest, and the burst of chilly air making bumps rise on my skin.
Autumn is my favorite season—the bed of red and yellow leaves, pumpkins, comfy jeans, soft sweaters, the crisp air flooding across the floor through an open window. But today, the brisk wind makes the room feel refrigerated. I yank the thick white comforter over my head and count to ten. A feeble attempt to calm my racing heart that fails with flying colors.
This is it.
I’m getting married today . . . To Dean. Weird, right? Not weird in a bad way—weird in an I can’t believe this is happening kind of way.
If you had told me twenty-one years ago that someday I would be marrying the kid I punched in the gut, I would have laughed, long and hard. And yet, somewhere along the way, I started to notice Dean not only as a friend but as a man.
Secretly, I admired the twinkle in his espresso eyes when he laughs; I became aware of his broad shoulders and the sensual tilt of his lips. Then, on my prom night, with Dean as my date, looking dapper in his black tuxedo, I wondered how his mouth would feel against mine, and if his lips would leave an imprint. And before I knew it, a sneaky little thing called love happened.
So, to be able to say, “Today is my wedding day,” and to have it be the day I marry my best friend . . . Well, it’s weird.
Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window
About the Author:
Mika Jolie is the bestselling author of the Martha’s Way series. She lives in New Jersey with her Happy Chaos—her husband and their energizer bunnies. A sports fanatic and a wine aficionado, she’s determined to balance it all and still write about life experiences and matters of the heart. Let’s face it, people are complicated and love can be messy. When she’s not weaving life and romance into evocative tales, you can find her on a hiking adventure, apple picking, or whatever her three men can conjure up.
She loves to hear from readers.
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