If you were left at the altar would you still go on your honeymoon?
Winston Roberts—the man I thought was my forever—stood beside me at the altar, leaned in, and whispered four words that shattered my world, “I can’t do this.” On New Year’s Eve, no less! He walked out, leaving me in a wave of heartbreak, and in a church full of stunned faces.
I slam on the brakes. What the hell is standing in front of me? It’s big. It’s brown. And has a rack. Is that a real live moose? Three more step through the snowbank and onto the road. Yikes. I check the backup camera and hit the gas. The car slides out of control and veers off the road—leaving me stuck...
This was supposed to be a bon voyage drink, not an opportunity for the Sunny Valley Girls to place wagers on my life. But here we are. Cara is betting I’ll fall for a strapping Canadian stranger (maple syrup may or may not be involved). Francine is convinced I’ll become addicted to the full Nordic spa experience....
