Title: GOING DOWN ON ONE KNEE
Author: Christina Hovland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Going Down On One Knee:
Number-crunching Velma Johnson's perfectly planned life is right on course.
That's a lie. Sure, she's got the lucrative job. She's got the posh apartment. But her sister nabbed Velma's Mr. Right. There has to be a man out there for Velma. Hopefully, one who's hunky, wears pressed suits, and has a diversified financial portfolio. He'll be exactly like, well... her sister's new fiancé.
Badass biker Brek Montgomery blazes a trail across the country, managing Dimefront, one of the biggest rock bands of his generation. With the band on hiatus, Brek rolls into Denver to pay a quick visit to his family and friends. But when Brek's sister suddenly gets put on bed rest, she convinces Brek to take over her wedding planning business for the duration of her pregnancy.
Staying in Denver and dealing with bridezillas was not what Brek had in mind when he passed through town, but there is one particular maid-of-honor who might make his stay worthwhile.
Velma finds herself strangely attracted to the man planning her sister's wedding.
Problem is, he ticks none of the boxes on her well-crafted list. Brek is rough around the edges, he cusses, and doesn't even have a 401(k). But trying something crazy might get her out of the rut of her dating life--so long as she lays down boundaries up front and sticks to her plan...
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Excerpt:
“What the heck happened to those?” Velma stared at the mess of gold-foiled cardstock he’d tied pink ribbons around earlier. Tried to tie ribbons around. His hands weren’t exactly made for ribbon tying. He’d come up with a sticker system that seemed to work okay. Forget about the tissue-paper envelopes they were supposed to slide into before the mailing envelopes. Who the hell needed two envelopes? Especially with thin-ass paper that wrinkled whenever he breathed?
Her eyebrows fell together. “Are these Claire’s? They’re all crumpled.”
So maybe a couple had suffered collateral damage while he figured shit out.
Velma bit at her bottom lip. “Let me help.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He sauntered to the couch and flipped on the television. “And the show’s good. Way better than that crap you put on with dudes singing about their feelings.”
“Musicals are cultured.” Frilly blanket over her lap, she made herself comfortable on the other side of the white leather sofa.
“Eh.” Brek brought up the next episode. The start of the third season. “This, this is good stuff.”
Stack of invitations in hand, she tied the silk around one without any issue.
The damn paper didn’t crumple at all. “How’d you do that?”
She held up the invitation in illustration. “It’s easy. You make a bunny ear, go over, go under, around, and through. See?”
Fuckin’ serious? “I know how to tie my shoes, V. How’d you do it so easy? Around the card?”
“Luck?” Apparently, it was no big deal to her.
“You’re in charge of ribbons. I’ll put on the stamps.”
“You’re not using the Love stamps?” She nodded to the stack of American flag stamps he’d picked up earlier.
“What the fuck are Love stamps?”
“They’re the stamps with hearts and they usually have ‘love’ written on them. They coordinate better. I’m pretty sure that’s what Claire wants.”
The stamps he’d grabbed had Old Glory blowing in the wind. Fuck. Aspen’s notes said nothing about special stamps.
“A stamp’s a stamp.” He stuck a stamp on the corner of an envelope. “They’re patriotic.”
Velma didn’t look convinced.
“You might want to make that a little straighter.” Velma reached for the stamp and peeled it off, repositioning it exactly where he’d put it before.
“That’s how I had it.”
“Yours was crooked.”
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