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so thick you can almost see it.

“I wonder how long we have to stay at the reception,” he says. “I bet we could leave right after they cut the cake.”

“I want to dance in your arms all night long, Davis Frothingham. And when the last song is played, I’m going to lie in them all night long.”

“That’s a promise I can surely fulfill,” he tells me.

We proceed to have the most romantic night of my entire life. I venture to say that even Molly Ringwald would be jealous.

Epilogue

Two months after Emmie’s wedding, I finally crack open the binding on my new journal and write:

Dear Mom,

Davis Frothingham and I are an honest-to-God couple. I know you’re cheering me on in heaven. I can feel it. Being with him is more wonderful than I could have ever imagined, and believe me, I spent years fantasizing about it.

I’m moving into my first real house next week. Davis has helped me turn it into everything you and I ever dreamed of. I know you’d love it.

Jessica Holt is my neighbor, and it turns out she’s becoming a good friend. She and Buck are an item. He’s been commuting back and forth from London for his job, but he was just offered the position of Editor-in-Chief at Southern Dreams. He says that even though he’ll only make a fraction of his previous salary, he doesn’t care. He wants to come home.

Sammy and her friend Jim are moving in together, and she’s as excited to leave Shady Acres as I am.

Davis’s grandmother died last week. She was a wonderful old gal and we miss her so much. I’m hoping you might show her the ropes and help her adjust up there.

Mom, thank you for everything. You gave me a great start to life, and I promise to live every day to the fullest for both of us. You taught me to dream. I have a feeling that it’s only a matter of time before all our dreams come true.

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Love is a Battlefield—Book 1 in the Seven Brides for Seven Mothers Series

Who doesn’t want their mom to play Cupid?

Addison Cooper had planned on an all-expense paid vacation to the Cayman Islands to celebrate her most recent business success. Instead, she’s trekking to the outback of Oregon to help a friend of her mother's.

Reclusive novelist Brogan Cavanaugh’s new thriller just hit the New York Times Best Seller list. To reward himself, he was planning to spend the summer at his family’s fishing cabin until his mom unexpectedly calls in a favor.

Even though moms Libby and Ruby have been best friends since they were college roommates, Addison and Brogan have barely spent time in each other’s company. And when they did, things didn’t go well.

How will they react when they start to suspect their interfering mothers are setting them up?

Find out in this deliciously funny rom-com about mothers who really do know best and the children who don’t know they need them.

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Relatively Normal

Four Years Ago

My best friend is a vision straight out of one of those glossy bridal magazines that costs more than a macchiato and breakfast sandwich at Starbucks. She’s well over six feet tall in her heels, slim as a fashion model—except she’s sporting a C-cup no emaciated supermodel would be caught dead with—and her silky brown hair is currently twisted in an impossibly complicated up-do that probably required four professional hair stylists and a drag queen to execute. She’s elegant beyond words.

I gasp as she spins around, so I can behold her in all her splendor. The sleeveless, beaded-bodice trumpet gown fits her like a glove. “Jasmine Marie, you’re glorious!”

She giggles, which is a sound you wouldn’t expect to come out of such a stunningly ethereal creature. She spins again, “I’ve never felt so girly! And that’s saying something being that I’m this tall.”

“Whoever said a month’s paycheck was too much to spend on a wedding dress clearly never saw you in this one. I feel like a