Never Marry the Best Man
(Whatever It Takes,
Book 4)
Release Date: September 9, 2025
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Staci Hart
Audiobook Narrators: Coming
Soon
Tropes/Themes: Younger
man/older woman, British hero, Fake marriage, Road trip/forced proximity, Vegas!,
He falls first, Royals
Description:
There's
no way the hot relative of a minor British royal is hitting on her. She's
misreading everything, right?
Except
there's no mistaking that proposal.
When
50something Ranney Martini (yes, Nessa’s mom!) finds herself being courted by
the very English best man in a minor royal’s wedding she’s managing, she can’t
help but laugh. He’s 17 years her junior, smoking hot, and an award-winning
architect. The flirting is all in her imagination.
Of
course it is.
But when
a strange twist of fate leaves them trapped in Las Vegas, and Tom has a sudden
need for American citizenship - faster than fast - Ranney proves she’s the
consummate professional.
Because
when you’re a wedding protector, you do whatever it takes to make the perfect
wedding.
Even
marrying the very handsome best man.
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Author Bio:
From
billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy
in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a
Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's
room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).
She
lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only
person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper
rolls.
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loves to hear from her readers by email at julia@jkentauthor.com, on Twitter
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Excerpt:
When he
smiled, his whole face lit up, but those eyes stayed on her, appreciative and
wanting. “This is bonkers, completely crazy. These are intelligent people, they
aren’t going to believe this is real. You told me yourself a few hours ago that
it isn’t real.”
All
Ranney could do was lean in further, mesmerized.
Nessa's
words stirred a deep rebellious streak inside her. Was this abnormal?
Impossible? Was she prey? Would marrying Tom on a lark like this be a stupid
act of a woman seeking -- what? What was she seeking?
Novelty,
certainly.
One kiss
did not a marriage make. Then again, she and Tom were far more compatible - on
the surface, at least - than her and her first husband. And the Saltzman Prize
was a big deal.
“Oh,
now, that’s not so good. That is not what I thought. I drove you for three
hours last night, I thought real.” Achilles had turned and was leaning on the
console between the front seats. “Maybe I made a mistake. We should go.”
"You're
right," Ranney said softly to Tom. "It is silly. I can be a bit too
strategic at times. Marriage as a tool for helping a client might be a bridge
too far. I mean, it could help. It would be quite a story to tell in later
years. Our motto at work is Whatever It Takes, after all. But it's
impetuous and completely out of character for me, so -- "
“Hold
on,” Tom said. “Achilles, we need a minute. We’ll be right back, don’t leave.”
Jumping
out of the car, he ran around and opened Ranney’s door. She stepped out, the
afternoon heat hitting her in a wave. The lightweight sweater she’d put on in
Boston was now damp with perspiration but, as much as she wanted to strip it
off, the silk camisole she was wearing underneath was not okay on its own.
Pushing up the sleeves, she headed for the small patch of shade under some palm
trees at the edge of the parking lot.
“You are
talking about getting married,” he started. “That’s not a joke, not
something you just say ‘never mind’ and walk away from a few days later, unless
you’re that pop singer, whatever her name is. It’s a binding legal contract–very binding.”
“It’s a
piece of paper,” Ranney countered. “You are technically a U.S. citizen, yes?
Your mother was born here. You just haven't claimed your citizenship."
"Yes."
"Then
this is just till you get your dual passport. Or before that, if you find
someone else you want to marry."
"You
are making marriage sound like choosing flavors of ice cream."
"For
some people, it is."
"Not
me."
"Look,
you have everything to gain and nothing to lose but the legal fee to annul it.
We’re both single and neither of us is in a relationship. We don’t need to tell
our families. We don’t need to move in together or even see each other in
Boston. It’s a technicality, a marriage of convenience. Eyes on the Prize.”
As she
listened to her own voice painting this transactional picture, though, less
transactional images were forming in her mind. This would in no way be a
traditional situation, not at all, but surely they’d see each other
occasionally? Just to check in, catch up, maybe have dinner? They wouldn’t be
together, really, but she had to admit he was right.
In some
way they would be bound. Her pulse quickened.
“Why
would you do this?” His eyes searched her face, but he was smiling. Broadly.
“You have a life, a daughter, friends. You barely know me, and a few hours ago,
you didn’t want to get to know me any better. So, why now?”
"A
rabbi I know once told me not to ask the why questions,” she
smiled. “He said there are some things that cannot be explained.”
He
squeezed her hands, then used one thumb to stroke a spot on her wrist that made
her blood race. “This is crazy.”
“Everybody
should do something crazy once in a while. Too much sanity makes you old.”
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