When Lacy Dawson saw a band, she saw them as Up-And-Coming-Indie-Sensation Lacy Dawson. Which meant she needed to be in her uniform—full hair and makeup, plus trendy jeans and stylish shirt. In other words, clothes that didn’t double as pajamas.
So twenty minutes later, she was at home applying copious amounts of black eyeliner and fending off her sister.
“This wedding guest list is impossible!” Andy was yelling from her bedroom.
Lacy ignored her, and started filling in her brows, but not without first glancing at her phone to see if she’d missed any notifications from the songwriter app. She hadn’t. She tried not to be too disheartened.
“This process has made me realize—and don’t be shocked—but I don’t have a ton of close friends. Do co-workers count? Can I ignore them and elope?”
Lacy dabbed white sparkles on to her brow bone. She studied the effect, and added some more to the corners of her eyes. She told herself Andy wasn’t looking for an answer. That Andy just liked to hear herself talk. That way she didn’t have to feel guilty about not weighing in.
“Are roses or lilies hotter right now? We’re bound to get covered in Boston Mag. If I pick wrong, will I be lame, or trendsetting?” It was harder to pretend Andy didn’t really want answers when she kept pestering for them like that.
“Look,” Lacy yelled over her shoulder. “I’ll go to your meeting tomorrow with the planner. Just stop stressing tonight, okay?” She wanted to be there for Andy, but she couldn’t deal with the recording studio anxiety and her petty bridal jealousy. It took more energy than she had.
She left the mirror and stuck her head into her sister’s room. “Do you want to come listen to a new band with me and Kat? It’ll calm you down.” Though Andy didn’t get into music, not like Lacy did, but they always enjoyed each other’s company. Even when Andy was being a bit wedding-crazy, she was still Lacy’s best friend.
Andy glared. “Thanks, but no thanks. The last time I went out with you two I ran into that weirdo from the Iron and Wine bar. A night at home with Netflix and a bath sounds far more relaxing. Thank you, thank you, thank you for attending my meeting, though. Be awake and not hung-over by eleven, please!”
Lacy returned the glare, but Andy was right. The strangest people hung out at the coolest bars, and the Iron and Wine guy, or Eeyore, as Andy called him, had developed a fascination with the older Dawson. He was a recovering alcoholic that dropped trou after a single Jager shot. It was weird.
Also, Andy and Kat were hard to bear when they got together. Kat got all cable-show about wedding ideas, and Andy liked it. Maybe even loved it. It disgusted Lacy. Weddings should be reflections of the couple. So why all the hassle? Andy and Blake were Type A Workaholics. They should have a courthouse ceremony followed by a formal sushi dinner and port. Ob. Vi. Us. Weddings were overdone.
She swore she didn’t think that just because her own wedding had been aborted.
The doorbell rang, and Lacy was so grateful to stop the holy matrimony talk that she almost jumped into Kat’s hippie-reeking arms this time.
“Hey, let’s go!” she yelped. She blew a kiss to her sister and off they went.
About the Authors
Laurelin McGee is the pseudonym of Laurelin Paige and Kayti McGee.
Laurelin Paige is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Adam Levine. Visit her at: laurelinpaige.com.
Kayti McGee is a Kansas City native who now calls Colorado home. When she isn’t writing, she’s making up recipes to go with her favorite books. Her other favorite things include travel, geocaching, and all things Whovian.
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Love Struck Teaser
About the Authors
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
MISS MATCH
Copyright © 2015 by Laurelin McGee.
Excerpt from Love Struck copyright © 2015 by Laurelin McGee.
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