Wicked Wedding, an all-new sexy standalone novel, from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sawyer Bennett is available NOW!
It all started with a wedding…
Well, three weddings, to be exact. The one that happened, the one that went up in flames, and the one nobody saw coming.
Andrew Collings has seen a lot of things living in Vegas. Hell, he’s done a lot of things. But one thing he’s never witnessed is a beautiful brunette, hitchhiking her way into the city, wearing a wedding dress. Until now, that is.
Brynne Adams is running away from a broken heart. She expected a lot of things from her wedding day but finding photos of her fiancé and maid of honor and best man in a compromising position wasn’t one of them. She most certainly never imagined that she’d end up marrying the handsome stranger that rescued her from the side of the road that day.
Andrew and Brynne’s quick nuptials may have been the result of a drunken joke, but they soon realize that love can be found in the most unlikely of places if you just stop and take a chance.
* Wicked Wedding is the fourth STANDALONE NOVEL in the LEFT AT THE ALTAR series in a collaboration of six New York Times Bestselling Authors: J. S. Scott, Ruth Cardello, Raine Miller, Sawyer Bennett, Minx Malone, and Melody Anne.
5 Stars
5 Stars
Review by Trinette Dungee
“This is going to be epic, Brynne.” “What’s that?” I ask breathlessly. “Our love.”
Epic is just what this story was.
Andrew Collins used to be love struck one in the trio with his two best friends. He was the one who thought everlasting love was a possibility, that soulmates were out there, that the happily ever after was definitely possible. However, when the two people closest to him were all that keen on love, actually fall in love, he starts to think maybe love isn’t his thing after all. So after watching his two best friends tie the knot, Andrew hops in his car and heads into Sin City for a little debauchery at The Wicked Horse; only halfway there he comes across a vision….a woman….on the side of the rode….hitchhiking…..in a wedding dress. Too curious to let this go he pulls over to assist her and learns that meeting Brynn Adams on the side of the road, escaping from her wedding, in her wedding dress was just what he needed.
Having discovered her fiancé’s indiscretion the night before, just as she’s prepared to walk down the aisle; Brynne takes off in her wedding dress and tennis shoes and decides to hitch around into the city. Lucky for Brynn, the person who decides to give her a lift isn’t a serial killer but a true blue romantic or at least he used to be. It’s a wild night with Andrew that makes her realize, love comes at the craziest times.
When Andrew discovers what’s happened to Brynne, he’s determined to give her not just the best night of her life but the best wedding night of her life.
“You should get married……….Tonight. A beautiful ceremony complete with the most extravagant flowers, elegant music, and a dashing groom who can’t keep his eyes off you because that dress makes you a million times more beautiful than you already are.” “And who would that dashing groom be?” “Me, of course,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone. “I’m already wearing a tux. Give me fifteen minutes and three phone calls, and I can have it all arranged.” “You can arrange a wedding in fifteen minutes…. “It’s Vegas, Brynne. And I’m filthy rich with a lot of connections. Of course I can arrange it in fifteen minutes.”…“I should marry you?” “Tonight?” The concept is utterly ridiculous. “Well, yes… otherwise, you take that dress off and it’s wasted. We’ll go have a beautiful ceremony and take lots of pictures—we’ll even frame one to send to the asshole and the whore. And then your dream will at least be realized instead of a regret you’ll later have.”
And that’s how the epic love started.
I love chemistry, I love witty dialogue and banter, I love characters that just let themselves be free, I love men who aren’t afraid to show emotion and I just LOOOOOOOOVE ANDREW!! I’ve been waiting for Andrew since I first met him in Wicked Envy; at times I was more intrigued by him than Avril and Dane! I was not disappointed at all in the Andrew I got and I loved Brynn right away. For having been devastated on her wedding day, she jumped right in with Andrew and made the best of her crazy situation. Seriously, this guy was so charming even I was ready to marry him after he made it sound so simple.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I ask in amazement. “Why not?” he says with a laugh. “We’re drunk. We’re adventurous. And best of all, I can almost guarantee you Vegas makes it as easy to get a marriage annulled as it does to get married, although one of those calls will be to my attorney to verify that. Let’s go have your wedding, then we’ll go out dancing in that beautiful dress until dawn. We’ll get the marriage annulled tomorrow, and we’ll both have an incredibly fun story to tell people. What do you say?”
HELL TO THE FREAKIN YES! That’s what I’d say.
As usual Sawyer gives me so many things to love about her books that I could talk about them all day and not finish.
Chemistry and banter is high on my list of things that make a book great; the chemistry for these two was there right from the start. From the minute Brynn climbed into Andrew’s car it was like she was meant to be there. To be complete strangers, they were completely at ease with each other. It was as if they were long lost friends catching up. . The banter started immediately and it was wonderful. They played off of one another so well. Even during moments that could have been tense and uncomfortable they put one another at ease. The pace of this story was perfect. I have a horrible habit of looking at the bottom of my ereader to see how many hours or percentage is remaining in a book. Sometimes it’s because a book drags and I’m wondering if I’m ever going to pick up. Sometimes it’s because I feel like the story is moving a little too fast. Well, when I saw I didn’t have much time remaining I started panicking for two reasons; one, I didn’t want the story to end, and two, I didn’t want it to be rushed and I was left feeling unfulfilled. So not the case, this was a quick read but it hit all the right buttons for me. When I think about it, that’s the whole point, things happened really fast with these two but it was soooooo right.
“Don’t try to put off my concern for you, Brynne. You’re not just a fuck, okay?” I can’t do anything but murmur, “Okay,” and take note of the fact there’s nothing about Andrew that makes me feel cautious. No doubts. No pits in my stomach. I don’t have a single hesitation about venturing forward with him to see where this goes, and I also take note of the fact that it feels more right to me than anything ever has.”
Translation: When you know, you just know…..sigh.
Characters; I swear this woman can make anything a character. I’m talking the most unlikely of characters…..I mean; the woman made the threesome a freaking character! Yes, the mention of Andrew’s venture into a threesome with Dane and Avril is constantly mentioned in this story but not annoyingly so. It’s like the threesome is in fact one of the characters, a character whose purpose and place need to be defined; not so much in Brynn and Andrew’s life but in Andrew’s life alone. Avril pretty much sums it up for him when she gives him advice on talking to Brynne about it. I personally think the advice was waaaay wrong, but I digress. It’s what else she says that gives the threesome character place and a purpose.
“It’s not who you are,” she explains. “It was a part of your past, and it has no current standing on you at all today. It doesn’t define who you are. It doesn’t impact your feelings about Brynne, nor would it ever affect the way you would treat her.”
Translation: Place – In the past; Purpose – Show you what you really want, and what you’re really made of.
Okay, so yeah, I loved Andrew but I really liked Brynne too. Talk about resilient. After such a betrayal I don’t know that I could have been so stoic; and then went back to work with the assholes who broke my heart! And with all that happened, she wasn’t afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve. One of my favorite parts in this book was Brynne’s response when Andrew told her he was in love with her.
I smile. “I don’t love San Diego.” His smile back at me falters. “Well, that’s a weird response to me telling you I love you.” My smile turns into a thousand-watt grin. “And I don’t love Jesse or my dental practice. I don’t love my house or my neighbors. My friends are my friends regardless of where I live.” Andrew’s eyebrows knit together. “I sense you’re going somewhere with this, but fuck if I can figure out where.” I laugh and lean toward him, pressing my lips against his for a moment. When I pull back, I look him dead in the eye. “My point is… there’s nothing I love enough here to hold me. There’s only one thing I love, and he’s in Vegas.”
How freaking sweet! OMG, she melted my heart.
The last thing that really impressed me with this book; all roads lead to The Wicked Horse for Andrew and Brynne. It’s the catalyst for life changing events for both of them, yet….we never step foot in The Wicked Horse in this book. Just one more example of why Sawyer Bennett rocks.
I’ve rambled long enough; bottom line for me….5 Star Read.
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Excerpt:
“Let me prop the door open and I’ll carry you over the threshold,” I tell Brynne as I press the keycard against the magnetic reader.
She giggles, a sound I normally find grating on a grown woman, but on Brynne it’s charming. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are still sparkling with energy.“Well,you are very Thor-like, so a girl would be crazy to refuse to be carried over the threshold by her husband.”
That’s right. I’m her husband, but let’s rewind just a bit to detail how this all went down.
It took me exactly fifteen minutes and three phone calls to set things up, just as I promised her.
The first call was to the nicest, swankiest Vegas chapel that I could find with a Google search. I was advised we’d have to obtain a license at the Las Vegas Marriage Bureau for the low price of seventy-five dollars, and I wasn’t surprised in the least to learn it was open twenty-four hours a day on the weekends. I was able to arrange a limousine to pick us up, as well as an explosion of flowers within the chapel itself. When I gave my credit card number to the woman, I told her to go crazy on decor, but I specifically requested white calla lilies for the bride bouquet because Brynne told me those were her favorites.
The second call was to a jeweler where I was able to purchase two very simple wedding bands in gold. It’s a detail I probably could have ignored considering we both knew this was just for fun, but fuck it. I’m rich, which means I have the ability to make this as nice as I can for Brynne.
The third call was to my attorney, who explained annulment laws and assured me it was a fairly straightforward process. I’d have to institute the action—called a complaint—and if Brynne waives service, we can present our annulment request to the court to be approved after twenty days. It wasn’t immediate, but twenty days was nothing in the grand scheme of things.
By the time we took a limo to the marriage bureau, stood in line for about thirty minutes with other like minded folks, and then made our way to the chapel, we’d sobered up quite a bit.
“You sure you want to do this?” she asked me just before we went in.“I mean… it was a fun notion when we were a little more buzzed.”
“Hell yes,” I’d told her with a devilish grin.“Mostly so we can send a picture to the whore and the asshole.”
Her laugh was sparkling and beautiful and just a little evil, which made her infinitely more attractive to me.“It’s all in good fun with no risk,” I’d added on to assure her.
So we went in, both of us grinning like fools during the ceremony. It felt fake, because it was fake, but in some respects, it’s the most real thing I’ve ever done. Because what we were doing had real purpose. It was to give Brynne and her glorious wedding dress a moment to shine.
It became even more real when the minister—who was not dressed like Elvis, but was very dapper in a dark gray suit with an old-fashioned cravat tied at his neck—told us in a very cultured voice,“You may kiss the bride.”
Fuck.
I hadn’t thought about the kiss.
I mean, I’d thought of kissing her because she’s sexy and vibrant and smiling despite the fact she was shit on hard today. But I hadn’t thought about the“wedding kiss”. Because even though this is all fake, somehow a man giving us formal permission to put our mouths together to seal our marriage vows makes it very fucking real.
There was no hesitation. When my lips touched hers and she gave a tiny huff of pleasure, I realized I wanted to consummate this fake marriage very badly.
I did not, however, know if Brynne felt the same. Because today would probably go down as the worst and weirdest of her life, I wasn’t going to push. Instead, I took her out for a radically expensive late dinner and then we hit a popular jazz club where we listened to music.
And then it happened.
A slow song was played. A bluesy number people just sort of sway to, and I asked her to dance with me.
She accepted.
It was Brynne who kissed me. Slid her delicate fingers into my hair, went to her tiptoes in her gray tennis shoes with teal-blue accents, and pressed her mouth to mine. My mind reeled, and my cock started to twitch to attention as we swayed and kissed. The words were forming in my mind on how best to invite her into my bed without sounding like an opportunistic douche, but then it didn’t matter.
She pulled her mouth from mine, relaxing and tipping her head back to see me.“If we have sex tonight, does that ruin our chances of getting an annulment?”
I had no fucking clue what the answer was. It had never crossed my mind I might actually get the chance to fuck her, so I didn’t ask my attorney.
“Not that I know of,” I hedge. At least I didn’t flat-out lie to her.
“Good,” she said with a smile.“Let’s go to my hotel room.”
About Sawyer: A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to erotic contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone.
Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active daughter, as well as full-time servant to her adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great work-out, cake, or even better, both.
Sawyer also writes general and women’s fiction under the pen name S. Bennett and sweet romance under the name Juliette Poe.
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