As the clock ticked down on her senior year in high school, Laurel McBane learned one indisputable fact.
Prom was hell.
For weeks all anyone wanted to talk about was who might ask who, who did ask who--and who asked some other who thereby inciting misery and hysteria.
Girls, to her mind, suffered an agony of suspense and an embarrassing passivity during prom season. The halls, classrooms and quad throbbed with emotion running the gamut from giddy euphoria because some guy asked them to some over-hyped dance, to bitter tears because some guy didn’t.
The entire cycle revolved around `some guy’, a condition she believed both stupid and demoralizing.
And after that, the hysteria continued, even escalated with the hunt for a dress, for shoes, the intense debate about up-dos versus down-dos. Limos, after-parties, hotel suites--the yes, no, maybe of sex.
She’d have skipped the whole thing if her friends, especially Parker Right-Of-Passage Brown, hadn’t ganged up on her.
Now her savings account--all those hard-earned dollars and cents from countless hours waiting tables--reeled in shock at the withdrawals for a dress she’d probably never wear again, the shoes, the bag and all the rest.
She could lay all that on her friends’ heads, too. She’d gotten caught up shopping with Parker, Emmaline and Mackensie, and spent more than she should have.
The idea, gently broached by Emma, of asking her parents to spring for the dress wasn’t an option, not to Laurel’s mind. A point of pride, maybe, but money in the McBane household had become a very sore subject since her father’s dicey investments fiasco and the little matter of the IRS audit.
No way she’d ask either of them. She earned her own, and had for several years now.
She told herself it didn’t matter. She didn’t have close to enough saved for the tuition for the Culinary Institute, or the living expenses in New York, despite the hours she’d put in after school and on weekends at the restaurant. The cost of looking great for one night didn’t change that one way or the other--and, and what the hell, she did look great.
She fixed on her earrings while across the room--Parker’s bedroom--Parker and Emma experimented with ways to prom-up the hair Mac had impulsively hacked off to what Laurel thought of as Julius Caesar takes the Rubicon. They tried various pins, sparkle dust and jeweled clips in what was left of Mac’s flame red hair while the three of them talked non-stop, and Aerosmith rocked out of the CD player.
She liked listening to them like this, when she was a little bit apart. Maybe especially now when she felt a little bit apart. They’d been friends all their lives, and now--rite of passage or not--things were changing. In the fall Parker and Emma would head off the college. Mac would be working, and squeezing in a few courses on photography.
And with the dream of The Culinary Institute poofed due to finances and her most recent parents’ marital implosion, she’d settle for community college part-time. Business courses, she supposed. She’d have to be practical. Realistic.
And she wasn’t going to think about it now. She might as well enjoy the moment, and this ritual Parker, in her Parker way, had arranged.
From SAVOR THE MOMENT by Nora Roberts. Copyright © 2010 Nora Roberts.
In Savor the Moment, the third book in the irresistible Bride Quartet series, Nora Roberts takes us down the aisle once again, this time with a feisty young woman who knows what she wants…but is unsure how to get it.
Just because wedding baker Laurel McBane is surrounded by romance every day—she works at Vows wedding planning company with her best friends Parker, Emma and Mac—doesn’t mean she covets all the luxuries of which their clients can’t seem to get enough. She’s way too low-key for such extravagances. What Laurel does appreciate, though, is a strong, intelligent man, a man just like Parker’s older brother, Delaney, on whom she’s had a mega-crush since they were kids.
Unfortunately, some infatuations last longer than others, and Laurel is convinced that the handsome Ivy League lawyer she still daydreams about is, as always, out of her reach. Plus, Del is too protective of Laurel to ever cross the romantic line with her…or so she thinks. When one of Laurel’s quicksilver moods get the better of her, leading to an angry, hot, all-together mind-blowing kiss with Del, can she quiet the doubts in her mind to turn a moment of passion into happily-ever-after true love?
Hardcover Book : 352 pages
Publisher: Berkley Publishing Corp ( April 27, 2010 )
Item #: 12-724797
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.84inches
Product Weight: 16.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
Her books are awesome!! Of course, you need to read the whole series to get the whole feeling of things, but definately a great book!!!
Reviewer: Jessica H
Each book is fantastic!!!!! Couldn't put them down!! I have never read books so fast!!! I recommend them HIGHLY!!!!!!!!!!
I have read her books before and this book was disappointing and a very slow read. I'm still trying to finish up the book and it's been 2 months!
Which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes, fluff is all you want in a novel. I read Vision in White & liked it 'just enough' to try a second helping of the "Bride Quartet". However, I didn't think ths entry was as engaging. Maybe it was Laurel, actually found her a bit annoying! So, it never quite clicked for me, why a guy as 'perfect' as Delaney Brown would want her, let alone put up with her! But overall, this love story of Del & Laurel just wasn't very interesting. Maybe, they needed a bit more drama? Maybe, Laurel's character could have been allowed to have more layers, in her personality. Not just highs & lows, in 'repeatedly' acting out or just shutting down! Funny thing, I found tht brief interactions between Parker and Mal, (much) more interesting & charming.
If you're a BIG fan of this series, you may still enjoy this one. I will admit, I found the ending quite charming! That alone, earned this book the third star per my rating.
I Love this series! I have read just about everything she has written! I need more!
Reviewer: D S