A Wedding at the Blue Moon
Café
Blue Moon Series 2
Contemporary novella
About 44,000 words
Blurb
Never look back.
Clarissa Hartman left her miserable life behind the day she graduated high
school, the same day she turned 18. Driving for days, the road led her to
Marfa, Texas. Right away, she knew she’d found home. Seven years later, she’s
found her place in life plus the one thing she never expected to find: love.
Dylan Wall’s everything she ran away from. So why can’t she stay away from him?
Never give up.
Dylan Wall is at the top of his game. His PR firm’s sought out by brand name
companies, but he’s so busy spinning everyone else’s reps, he doesn’t realize
his personal life’s taken a downhill turn. Deep down, he knows that somewhere,
the perfect someone is waiting for him. The woman who’ll accept him for who he
is – if he’s ever able to reveal it. When he lands in Marfa for his best
friend’s wedding, Clarissa’s sharp tongue puts everything in a different
perspective. She draws out a side of himself hidden away for too long. She’s
everything he wants, in the wrong package. So why does she feel like home?
In Marfa, appearances are deceptive. Discovering the truth
beneath the surface is the first step toward finding yourself, and joy.
Reviews
If you are looking for a sweet, easy, feel-good read, look no further. This book and the imagery it inspired were simply beautiful. The title is Wedding at the Blue Moon Cafe, but the main characters were really Dylan and Clarissa, the best man and maid of honor. The way they dance around each other in the early stages if getting to know each other is adorable, charming, and at times hilarious. I absolutely loved this story and found myself reminiscing about my own wedding from the descriptions. The description of the location was vivid and fascinating. I hope one day to see this place, since I checked and apparently Marfa is real! Check out this book, you won't be disappointed! 5 stars!
Valesha - Amazon
OMG…I fell in love with Clarissa and Dylan!!
I laughed and laughed with Dylan’s loose tongue and Clarissa’s cheeky
humor. This is definitely a book that I would categorize as a “fun read”
along with a life lesson built in. The writing was great and this book held my attention
throughout almost 100% of it.
What lessons do our characters learn? Well, first off Dylan is all about money…he can’t figure out why his college friend gave up a lucrative career to live in a backwoods town doing labor running a café. During his stay in Marfa…Dylan finds out what drew Dylan there and kept him. He also finds love and peace.
Clarissa learns how to love and trust again. She learns to open up and not flip flop around one night stands.
Story Rating – 4 out of 5 Stars
Steam Rating – 4 out of 5 Stars
Writing Rating – 4 out of 5 Stars
Heroine/Personality – Clarissa – strong, cheeky and sassy
Hero/Personality – Dylan…changed from spoiled to swoon worthy
Would Read More from Author? Yes
Recommend To – Readers who are looking for a fun read!
StarAngel’s Reviews – 4 stars https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20505128-a-wedding-at-the-blue-moon-cafeWhat lessons do our characters learn? Well, first off Dylan is all about money…he can’t figure out why his college friend gave up a lucrative career to live in a backwoods town doing labor running a café. During his stay in Marfa…Dylan finds out what drew Dylan there and kept him. He also finds love and peace.
Clarissa learns how to love and trust again. She learns to open up and not flip flop around one night stands.
Story Rating – 4 out of 5 Stars
Steam Rating – 4 out of 5 Stars
Writing Rating – 4 out of 5 Stars
Heroine/Personality – Clarissa – strong, cheeky and sassy
Hero/Personality – Dylan…changed from spoiled to swoon worthy
Would Read More from Author? Yes
Recommend To – Readers who are looking for a fun read!
Dylan comes across as a hot and sexy man who neglected his personal life to the point he has almost forgot to have one.
The chemistry between Dylan and Clarissa is blistering.
Hearts on Fire Reviews - 4 stars
The chemistry between Dylan and Clarissa is blistering.
Hearts on Fire Reviews - 4 stars
This book is for the HEA lovers who like to see the hard to catch guys, tamed.
Smut Book Junkies - 4 stars
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Coffee Time Romance
Excerpt 1
Excerpt 2
“J.
D. didn’t run into any trouble in the air, did he? Someone at the café said the
plane pitched forward at one point.”
And
sideways and up and backward. Dylan had had no idea a glider could imitate a
roller coaster. Had Clarissa known beforehand what the cowboy had in mind?
She’d argued against him going, and her concern seemed genuine. None of it made
sense. “The control slipped in J. D.’s hand. I’m not really sure; it’s all kind
of a blur.”
“He’s
normally very precise with his flying.”
He
withheld a wince. “I gathered that.”
“I’m
so sorry.” Her shyness returned. “He…looks out for me.”
“I
know.” Definitely something he wouldn’t forget.
“We
never….” She bit her lip.
“I
know.” He said it softly, no judgment. He’d gathered as much from Jeff. So why
did hearing her say it fill him with such a heady sense of triumph? When she
released her lip and it uncurled, he almost forgot to say, “If you need to go
change, I can stay here and hold down the fort till you get back.”
She
studied him a beat longer than seemed necessary, then glanced at the clock.
“Guess I should. I can’t wear my work clothes.”
“No
one would notice.” When she furrowed her brow, he hastened to add, “You look
great in anything.”
She
backed away. “I’ll be back soon.” She hesitated at the kitchen doors, then
disappeared, growing smaller with each swing of the doors.
Curious,
he went to watch through the small window in the swinging door, then through
the kitchen to the back door. She disappeared again down a path and past a
flowery trellis. She lives close by? He resisted the temptation to
follow and instead took a seat at the coffee bar with his cell. No need to
check messages, really. He’d caught up on the backlog yesterday and taken care
of a few more this morning. Weird that he still couldn’t shake the feeling
about the new guy, Randy. Something about him set off alarms in Dylan’s head,
but he couldn’t pinpoint it. And couldn’t do anything from here, so he’d have
to let it go until he returned.
Within
a few minutes, the back door slammed. “I’m back,” Clarissa called. “Want to
help me bring out the food?”
“Sure.”
He entered the kitchen. Noise at the rear drew him to the large refrigerator,
its door wide open.
“Harvey
made too much, I think.” She straightened and held three lidded glass
containers toward him.
Dylan
reached for them but his grasp slipped as he took her all in. “Wow.”
A
white flower tucked behind her ear, pale yellow sundress, Marilyn Monroe-style,
tied behind her neck. Backless. Smooth skin over muscle and bone, her body
elegant but with a bearing of strength.
She
steadied the containers in his hands. “Whoa, careful. Those are breakable.”
“Sorry.
I wasn’t….” Part of a tattoo swirled out from beneath the dress, and he wanted
to find the rest of it. Trace the lines and colors with his tongue, his mouth.
“Are
you all right?”
He
gulped. “You look amazing.”
A
rose tinge along her cheeks made her even lovelier. “Oh. Thanks.”
If he wasn’t holding these damn containers, he’d grab her instead.
Excerpt 2
She pointed a packet of plastic
utensils at him. “Amy saw in Jeff what no one else had—a guy who’d stifled his
creative side, an unhappy soul stuck in a dead-end job.”
“Whoa, what fairy tale did you
hear? He had a six-digit salary.” He slid the phone into his back pocket.
“Fairy tale? You think there has
to be a fairy tale to have a happy ending?” She jabbed the utensils at him.
“What did his salary matter if he hated getting up every morning? And going to
work felt like a prison sentence?”
“You think he’s in a better place
in his life here? Now that he has to cook and clean and wait on customers?”
“They’re more than customers to
Jeff. He knows everyone in town. Cares about them.”
“Oh, come on.”
“When was the last time you cared
about your work?” How could he invest his soul in anything he had to put a new
face on to make it more palatable to the public? According to Jeff, Dylan’s
successful PR firm spun new images for people, things. In Clarissa’s
experience, if people or things needed new images, they probably didn’t deserve
them.
“I….” His brow furrowed. He
blinked, staring out at nothing.
Gotcha. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” So why did
it come as a relief that he might have a soul buried beneath that slick facade?
“I care. Plenty.”
“And I bet you can’t wait to get
back.”
“I can’t.”
Lightning might have struck her
nerves. “Good.” She stomped around the booth.
“Why do you hate me so much?” His
voice drifted through the flimsy canvas.
“You’re everything I ran away
from.”
A pause. “Stability? Success?”
Smart ass. “Shallow, egotistical, so focused on work
you’re missing out on life.”
“I miss nothing.”
“You’re so blind, you don’t even
see what you’re missing.” Maybe if she took him to see the Marfa Lights, he’d
understand. Appreciate more than what he could grasp using only his hands.
“Oh, and I suppose if I gardened
to get in touch with nature, maybe got a few tattoos to show how tough I am—”
Anger sizzled through her blood
stream. “You have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“Enlighten me.” He reached for
the feather on her shoulder. “Why’d you get this one?”
His touch sent a jolt through her
and she shrugged away his finger. “Don’t.”
“Just asking. Don’t shoot the
inquisitor.”
“Then don’t poke your inquisition
where it doesn’t belong. And nobody uses words like inquisitor.”
He made a goofy face.
“Apparently, I do.”
“You’re an ass.”
“Don’t speak to the customers
like that.” Facing the front of the booth, he smiled. “Good evening, how are
you?”
She rushed to his side. “I
wasn’t—there’s no one here.”
He grinned. “I’m here.”
Unfortunately. She slammed the box on the table. “If you
think you can handle the crowds on your own for a minute, I’d like to go
change.”
He gave her the once-over. “Why?
You look great.”
Her breath billowed in her chest,
and she restrained it from releasing as a screech.
He held up his hands in
surrender. “I’m not trying to provoke you, merely stating the obvious. But if
you’d be more comfortable in something else, by all means. Go change.”
She leaned out and peered past
the counter, up and down the street. Some people milling around, nothing crazy
yet. “All right. I’ll be back in a few.”
“I’ll be here.” All sweetness, he
smiled. “Waiting for you.”
