Title:
The Bridesmaid’s Checklist: Marisol’s Wedding
Series: BCL
Author: K.T. Castle
Genre: Contemporary New
Adult Romance
Publication date: December
20, 2016
Length: 398 pages / 63,989
words
Publisher: K.T. Castle
Books
Synopsis:
Kassandra’s last single friend got
married in the summer. But even if she’s the only unmarried girl in the pack
she isn’t single anymore. Now that all her friends are married and all the
wedding planning is over, she has a chance to concentrate in her relationship
with Josh. Or so she thought until Marisol
visits her with a major life.changing crisis. Helping her friends plan their
wedding was no problem─dealing with an unexpected pregnancy is a whole other
thing.
Kassandra is unable to decide the best
way to help Marisol, specially when
her relationship with Josh starts reaching an amount of commitment that she
wasn’t expecting. Both girls will have to remember the past in order to move
their relationships forward.
Kassandra is a single, independent woman
who prides herself on her own success. Now her life seems complete when Josh─a
thoughtful, handsome, and the worst kind of charmer─leaves his womanizing days
behind and can’t seem to stay away from her. Kassandra keeps wondering if their single days are really over and
they’re ready for a monogamous and committed relationship.
Marisol is a married woman with the
perfect life─A wonderful husband and a beautiful son. Life gets even better
when her little boy is finally ready for school and Sol can go back to work.
Destiny is full of
surprises for both girls, and sometimes the plans that you have aren’t the ones
in the path before you.
Join Kassandra and Marisol as
they remember how they planned Sol’s wedding while they solve together the difficulties
in the present.
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Excerpt:
I hadn’t been sick in a
long time. I was usually the healthiest person in the room; I ate healthy and
exercised regularly. But somehow I caught some sort of bug and felt like crap.
To my surprise, my grandma
decided to visit—something she rarely did. It was actually a very nice
surprise. I called her religiously every Sunday, and she was still more
demanding than any parent should be. But she loved me dearly, and I loved her
back.
Neglecting her was not a
situation she accepted, and with my new relationship advancing, I realized I
wasn’t paying as much attention to her as I usually did. So she came to check
on me. Thankfully, I’d called Josh and told him that any plans we’d made together
were cancelled. I wanted to see him, but I didn’t feel well.
“I really don’t feel like
eating anything,” I said to my grandma. “Especially not beet soup.”
“You don’t know what
you’re saying, child,” my grandmother said. “You might feel like that now, but
after eating it, you’ll feel much better.”
“Really, I’m okay. I’d
rather have some tea, take a shower and go to sleep.”
“I know you’re an adult
and know how to take care of yourself. But sometimes, even you, Kassandra, need
someone to look after you.” My grandma eyed me from the kitchen where she
cooked. “So keep resting on that couch. You’ll have some tea, and then I’ll
leave you alone.”
Then my doorbell rang, and
I had no idea who it was. I knew Josh wasn’t coming tonight, and I hoped
Marisol was sorting things out with Michael. A month had passed since she’d
told me about her unexpected pregnancy, and I hadn’t heard much from her since
then. I wanted to check on her soon.
I was about to stand up,
but my grandma said, “Don’t stand up. I’ll get it.”
Hopefully it wouldn't be
any of my other friends with some problem for me to fix. I was in
no-fixing-anything condition.
“And who are you?” I heard
my grandma say from the doorway.
“I’m Josh. How are you
doing this evening?”
I was more concerned about
Josh meeting my grandma right now than I was impressed with his usual charm.
This was actually a situation I’d wanted to avoid. Not because I didn’t want my
family to meet him. Not because I didn’t want him to meet them. What concerned
me was that my grandmother had always expected me to introduce her to my
boyfriends a month into the relationship, as part of our Russian customs.
I was actually proud of
myself for holding it back this long. Now the moment had come.
“May I ask who you are?”
Josh asked sweetly. I couldn’t imagine what he might be thinking—a nurse, my
housekeeper, a neighbor, a friend…. I was sure he wouldn’t guess that she was
my grandmother. The woman and I were so different. The caramel color of my skin
totally contrasted to her whiter-than-white, pale tone. My golden brown curls
were the complete opposite of her straight, ash-blonde hair. I was the perfect
combination of my mother’s Russian ancestry and my father’s African American.
Not at all easy to see any
resemblance.
“I’m Kassandra’s babushka.”
“And what exactly is
that?” Josh asked again.
“My grandmother,” I
explained from the living room.
“Of course. You have the
same eyes,” Josh said matter-of-factly. It was probably the only feature the
old lady and I had in common.
“May I call you ba-boo-ska
as well?” Josh charmingly said.
“Who are you?” grandma
asked Josh.
“Kass’s boyfriend. So, can
I?”
My grandma grunted in
response and walked back to the kitchen to stir her soup concoction.
Josh shrugged as he smiled
at me from the entrance, placing his light jacket on the entrance organizer
near the door. Then he walked to my kitchen counter and set down a white paper
bag full of containers. I couldn’t tell what they were, and the bag didn’t give
any indication, either. If I had to guess, I was almost sure he’d brought me
takeout, but the smell of my grandma’s cooking drowned out any other smell in
the apartment.
“What’s inside the bag?”
she asked as if reading my mind.
Josh took the white
half-liter containers out of the bag and responded, “Kass told me she wasn’t
feeling well, so I brought her some chicken soup.”
“Kassandra is not having
that for dinner,” the old blonde stubbornly said. “Neither are you.”
“What’s there for dinner,
ba-boo-ska?” Josh asked as he approached her.
“Babushka,” she corrected.
“Ba-boo-sha,” he tried
once more.
“Babushka,” I said.
“Ba-boo-sh-ka.”
“Better,” Grandma said.
“We’re having borscht.”
“I'm not even going to try
to say that word,” Josh said with a big smile. “It looks like soup.”
“Of course it’s soup,” my
grandma said. “It’s a Ukrainian soup, but we eat it also in Russia. It’s made
with beetroot, tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, onions, and cabbage. I usually cook
it with beef, but I don’t want to upset Kassandra’s stomach.”
“Now I understand why it’s
pink,” Josh said as he walked away from babushka and closer to me. “It’s made
for the princess.”
“Kassandra is by no means
a princess,” my grandmother said. “She’s a fighter.” For the first time since
Josh’s arrival, she smiled.
“She sure is.” Josh sat by
me and gave me the most tender kiss on the tip of my nose. “How are you
feeling, little fighter?”
“Better,” I said.
“Liar,” he whispered, as
if he knew it was our secret to share. It amazed me how he could be so in tune
with my needs and feelings.
“Dinner's almost ready. I
suggest you go wash before coming to eat,” my grandmother said. She was a fan
of everything being clean and neat. She always sent me to wash before any meal,
no matter how formal or informal it was.
“I’ll go with you to wash
up, too.” Josh walked beside me, and I was thankful. I was feeling a bit dizzy,
and him walking with me to the restroom made me feel safer. Besides, I was sure
grandma had implied that he needed to clean up a bit too.
Josh took my clammy hand
and accompanied me to the restroom near my office. I led him there instead of
the one inside my bedroom—the one we always used. Even if my grandmother could
imagine that I was old enough to have a boyfriend staying over with me, it was
a completely different thing to see. I washed as quickly as I could, just to
keep her from getting suspicious, and took advantage of the cold water to
refresh myself.
Beautiful blond Josh held
my waist from behind and looked at me through the reflection in the mirror.
When I finally met his eyes, he smiled at me and kissed my neck. “You’re warm,”
he said. “Do you know exactly what you have?”
“Some kind of bug. I’m
sure it'll go away by tomorrow.” It had to be that. I couldn’t think of
anything else. Being lucky enough to work mostly from home, I didn’t have the
disadvantage of getting sick with something a coworker brought to the office.
Plus, I always believed that with healthy eating, exercising, and the right
vitamins, all illnesses could be avoided.
“You should’ve gone to the
doctor,” he said. Concern looked cute on him.
“It’s fine. I’ll be all
right in the morning.”
“I hope so.”
AUTHOR BIO:
K.T. Castle loves reading,
writing, and painting. She's on a quest to find the words, forms, and colors to
materialize the worlds and people of her imagination. She loves reading
Paranormal, New Adult, and Contemporary Romance. She never saw herself as an
incurable romantic, but lately, that's what she finds herself musing about.
Love is found everywhere, regardless of whether it comes from a nice person or
an ass—mundane or even vampire.
When she's not busy with
work, in front of a computer placing many thoughts in order, she makes her best
to be creative or relax with a good TV series and snacks. Some of her favorite
characters are Jon Snow, Daenerys, Barney Stinson, Saint, Rome Archer, Rush,
Gretchen McKay, and Cinderella.
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