Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace by Becky MonsonIf there’s one thing that Bridgette Reynolds has learned recently, it’s that the perfect shoes, the perfect hair, and the perfect dress do not make for the perfect proposal. In fact, sometimes they make for the not-so-perfect breakup. Now, Bridgette must do everything in her power to win Adam back. She knows they are meant to be. And nothing will stand in her way—not her friends, not her grandmother, not even the fact that Adam is now engaged to Serene after a whirlwind romance. Focused on her plan to win Adam back, Bridgette isn’t expecting Ian—her college best friend, her love, her big regret—to come back into her life. They sink back into their comfortable friendship as if no time has passed at all, making Bridgette start to question her feelings for Adam. But Ian has a few secrets of his own . . . secrets that could shatter their friendship once and for all. Bridgette has to make some major decisions—should she speak now? Or forever hold her peace?
Praise for the Book
"Can I give this book a 10? It was so fantastic!" -Taking Time For Mommy
"Speak Now grabbed me from the beginning! This is the perfect escape/beach read - light and fun, amusing with some tearful moments." -Reviewing in Chaos
"Chick-Lit at its most enjoyable." - Life With Katie
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Excerpt:
Mondays are the pits for any employment, but especially if you work for Edelweiss Catering.
Mondays are deemed “marketing days” by Ursula. Since catering can be rather slow on the first
day of the week, except for the odd luncheon every now and then, we are asked to trade off
doing street marketing. Today it happens to be my turn. Lucky me.
Street marketing consists of holding a sign on the street and passing out flyers to drum up
business—in a German dirndl, no less. With my dark blonde hair in two braids, I basically look
like Heidi. Well, a slightly slutty Heidi, as the top of this dress really emphasizes my chest area.
Poor Justin is working with me today in lederhosen. His costume is worse than mine, by far.
Adam used to love it when I wore this outfit for work, the few times he saw me in it, at least. I
tried to hide it from him for as long as possible, but it was inevitable he would see me in it
someday. I had expected a horrified look, but instead he looked turned on by the getup and asked
me if I would wear it for him later. I agreed at the time but never followed through.
Justin and I paste on fake smiles as we stand out on the corner of Wall and Broad Streets, Justin
twirling the fairly large rectangular sign and me passing out quarter-sheet-size flyers.
“This is degrading,” Justin says through smiling, gritted teeth.
“You say that every time,” I say, keeping my smile intact as well. “If you hate it so much, then
why not find another job?” I try to hand out a flyer to a passerby who completely ignores me.
“And miss seeing Ursula? What would my life be worth then?” he says with a cheeky grin.
Mondays are deemed “marketing days” by Ursula. Since catering can be rather slow on the first
day of the week, except for the odd luncheon every now and then, we are asked to trade off
doing street marketing. Today it happens to be my turn. Lucky me.
Street marketing consists of holding a sign on the street and passing out flyers to drum up
business—in a German dirndl, no less. With my dark blonde hair in two braids, I basically look
like Heidi. Well, a slightly slutty Heidi, as the top of this dress really emphasizes my chest area.
Poor Justin is working with me today in lederhosen. His costume is worse than mine, by far.
Adam used to love it when I wore this outfit for work, the few times he saw me in it, at least. I
tried to hide it from him for as long as possible, but it was inevitable he would see me in it
someday. I had expected a horrified look, but instead he looked turned on by the getup and asked
me if I would wear it for him later. I agreed at the time but never followed through.
Justin and I paste on fake smiles as we stand out on the corner of Wall and Broad Streets, Justin
twirling the fairly large rectangular sign and me passing out quarter-sheet-size flyers.
“This is degrading,” Justin says through smiling, gritted teeth.
“You say that every time,” I say, keeping my smile intact as well. “If you hate it so much, then
why not find another job?” I try to hand out a flyer to a passerby who completely ignores me.
“And miss seeing Ursula? What would my life be worth then?” he says with a cheeky grin.
Author Becky MonsonBy day, Becky Monson is a mother to three young children, and a wife. By night, she escapes with reading books and writing. In her debut novel, Becky uses humor and true-life experiences to bring her characters to life. She loves all things chick-lit (movies, books, etc.), and wishes she had a British accent. She has recently given up Diet Coke for the fiftieth time and is hopeful this time will last... but it probably won't.
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