Right before the album release, Blaire and Campbell had gotten pregnant with June, who was almost-three-year-old now. Baby Oliver had followed shortly afterward, and she’d already confessed to me that she was pregnant for a third time. Though it was too new for anyone to see yet. I was hoping for another niece!

  “You’re just biased because they’re your niece and nephew,” Piper said.

  “Fair.”

  Jennifer touched her pregnant belly. “I wonder if I’ll have a boy or another girl. Violet wants a sister, but Julian wants a boy.”

  “I can’t believe you don’t want to know!” Eve gushed.

  She shook her head. “I know it’s crazy, but we both want to be surprised. Jordan and Annie know, but we don’t.”

  We all whipped around to look at Annie. She held her hands up. “We’re the godparents! It’s not my fault. Don’t try to get it out of me.”

  “All this baby talk,” Harley said, gagging.

  All of us laughed at her. She might be twenty-two and freshly graduated from Texas Tech and on her way to law school, but she was still that little teenager to me. I was glad she wasn’t thinking about babies. There was plenty of time left in her life before that.

  “Babies are overrated,” Piper said, passing Harley a glass of sparkling and dropping down next to her. They hit knuckles.

  Piper and Hollin had moved in together, but there were no impending nuptials or babies in their near future. I wasn’t surprised, nor did I care, as long as they were happy. That was all that really mattered. And truly, they were happier than I’d ever seen them. Especially with the vineyard breaking monetary goals year after year, and the wine far exceeding expectations.

  “Are we almost ready?” Tessi asked, stepping into the bridal suite.

  I nodded, smiling at my friend. “All set.”

  Tears came to Tessi’s eyes as she caught sight of me. “Oh my God, Nora. Look at you!”

  I did a twirl in my dress, the material swirling in little eddies at my feet as I moved. It was a one-of-a-kind dress. It had been made personally for me by Harmony Cunningham. I’d planned her wedding, and she’d insisted when my time came, she would fit me like a princess. And she had.

  Planning English’s wedding had changed my life. I’d told myself one year to figure out what I was going to do if I never booked another celebrity wedding. But the day after English’s wedding I’d had a dozen weddings lined up for the next year. My salary was through the roof. And every wedding after that brought in more and more incredible offers, that I’d had to hire an assistant to screen who I would work with.

  A year later I had my own wedding firm in LA with a half dozen planners working underneath me. Abbey Weddings had taken off like I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams. And with more people working for me, I had all the time I needed to join West on tour while the ship ran itself. But when West had proposed to me at White Sands on a dune all alone, I’d known the only place that I would want to get married was right here at Wright Vineyard.

  “Let’s go get you married,” Tessi said.

  My bridesmaids all filed out in front of me. I took one last fortifying sip of the sparkling wine and then followed them to the door.

  I’d always dreamed about my wedding. What girl who wanted to become a wedding planner didn’t dream of her wedding? But even if I’d imagined it, I’d never thought it would be as big or as beautiful as it was. All of my friends and family from Lubbock were in attendance, of course, but people from all over the country had flown in for the occasion. Couples that I’d worked with who had become friends over the years, our friends from LA, and West’s friends from Seattle filled the outdoor space.

  “Oh Nora,” my father said.

  “Dad.” I threw myself into his arms. He held me tight.

  “You look beautiful. I’m so proud of you.”

  “I love you so much. Thanks for always being there for me, even when I didn’t know what I needed.”

  “Of course, honey. I know it was hard, growing up without your mom, but I tried my best to be all that you could ever need. Even when I fell short, I was trying.”

  “You did the best. I am who I am because of you, Dad.”

  He tapped his cane twice against the wood of the barn. “Wish I could walk you down that aisle without this.”

  I took his hand and stilled the cane. “That’s a part of you. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

  He beamed at my compliment. “I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter.”

  “Well, that’s lucky. Because you only have one.”

  He laughed. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you married.”

  He held his elbow out, and I looped our arms together.

  The bridesmaids went first, standing on the other side of the groomsmen—Whitton, Campbell, Jordan, Julian, Santi, and Yorke. Three years in Cosmere had solidified West’s place in the band. He was one of them now. Santi and Yorke were as much his brothers as Whitt, Jordan, and Julian were. He and Campbell were closer than ever, working on new music together, as they always had here in Lubbock. The fans loved him, and he’d even gotten his own fanbase nickname—Westies. I still laughed, thinking about his face when he’d found out what they were calling themselves.

  “You’re up,” Tessi told me.

  The entire audience rose to their feet as “Nora’s Melody,” played by a string quartet, filled the air. My heart rose to my throat at the first note of that song. It had never become a Cosmere song. Though they’d argued awhile about whether it should go on the next album. But West swore, until the day he died, that the only person that song belonged to was me. And it was forever my song.

  My dad took the first step forward across the rose-lined pathway. I held my head high as we moved toward my groom. The rest of the audience became a blur as I walked. I knew my friends and family were there. West’s mom and dad sitting on opposite sides of a bench in the front row. My aunts on the opposite side with a space left for my dad. But still, I didn’t meet any faces.

  Every wedding that I’d ever done, my favorite moment was when the groom caught sight of his bride for the first time. It was magical. This look of pure adoration and disbelief that he’d gotten lucky enough to have this woman. Sometimes, he cried. Sometimes, he had to cover his mouth. Sometimes, he just looked shocked. Every time, it was beautiful. Every single one was the perfect moment for them. I’d never trade it. Not for anything.

  And now, I got to have my moment with my groom.

  I turned down the aisle, and there he was.

  Weston Wright.

  My groom. My forever.

  A smile broke onto his face, a look of pure awe as his gaze ran down my dress and then back up to my face. It was a new look. And yet so like how he’d been looking at me every day for the last three years. This was the magic, the moment. But it came from a million magical moments over the course of our relationship. It came from knowing he loved me as much now as he had that day he came back to Lubbock and tried to make it all right.

  We’d jumped that day.

  And he’d been catching me every day since.

  My dad handed me off to him, and West couldn’t even help himself. He brought my hands to his mouth and kissed them.

  “You’re real.”

  “I’m real,” I whispered back.

  “Marry me.”

  I giggled. “Sort of in the process of that.”

  The crowd chuckled behind us. We stepped up to the dais before a circular gold archway, covered in pink flowers and greenery. The vineyards were in full bloom behind us. The sun sinking toward the horizon and the world narrowing to just the two of us as we each said our I dos, confirming our union.

  “I love you,” he whispered, thick with emotion.

  “I love you, too.”

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

  Then, West swept me into his arms, dipping me dramatically. Our lips sealed together.

  A promise for tomorrow.

  A promise for forever.

  A promise that we were eager to fulfill.

  West pulled me back to my feet, joined our hands, and held them overhead.

  “I present to you Weston and Nora Wright!”

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  My next book is a grumpy sunshine romance with Josie & Maddox in SECOND TO NONE. “Maddox Nelson is the only boy I’ve ever love. And the only one to break my heart. I thought I was over that long ago. He’s the grumpy to my sunshine, but years of friendship, love, and tangled lust binds us together in the city where it all began. I’ll prove to him that I come second to none.” Turn the page for a sneak peek!

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  Second to None

  Chapter 1

  Present

  Coming here was a mistake.

  I reflexively brought the end of my long black hair to my mouth. It was a habit I’d had since childhood. One I’d thought I’d cracked. Leave it to my mother to bring back all my bad habits.

  “Anything else, Ms. Reynolds?” my driver asked as he lugged my Louis Vuitton luggage onto the sidewalk.

  “No. Thank you. That will be all.”

  I passed him some cash and waited for him to drive away before returning my gaze to the mansion of my nightmares. I’d done everything in my power to get out from under the press of my mother’s bad reputation. And somehow, I was right back where I’d started.

  “Why did I agree to this again?” I grumbled under my breath as I hauled my luggage up the front walk.

  My chest was heaving as I dropped the bags on the front porch. It didn’t seem to matter how much I tried; cardio and I just did not get along. It sure didn’t help that Savannah summers were oppressive on a good day. After living in LA for the last decade, my body wasn’t used to the humidity. It felt more like I was drinking the air than breathing it. So, I waited until my heart rate dropped, swiping the bead of sweat off my brow, before knocking on the front door to Montgomery House.

  The door swung inward, and my gorgeous, indominable mother stood in the entrance. Rebecca Charlotte Montgomery was a force. I was an actress, made my living pretending to be someone else, and was frequently called larger than life. But I had nothing on my mother.

  “Josephine!” she said, her hand going to her chest. “You made it.”

  “I made it.”

  I could hardly keep from shaking my head at her. She wore a sheer floor-length pink robe with black edging over a corseted bathing suit. Her black hair was piled high on her head in a distinctly overly large Southern coif. And she had on fuzzy heeled slippers. She had a golden tan, indicative of our Mediterranean roots. I tanned that easily too. A dry martini with extra olives was in one hand.

  “Come in, darling.”

  “Where am I staying?” I asked as I dragged the bags over the threshold and into the house where I’d spent every summer since childhood up to my senior year.

  The air-conditioning hit me like a wave of relief. How did people live here before air-conditioning?

  “Your old room, of course. Don’t worry. I’ve had it renovated. You’ll feel right at home.”

  Sure. Right at home. That was exactly how I’d describe the feeling of being back in my mother’s house.

  I swallowed back the words and took the stairs up to the second-floor landing. The bedroom I’d occupied over the summers growing up was unrecognizable. Gone was the ruffled bedspread and white four-poster bed and delicate, feminine touches. Now, the room could have belonged to a stranger. It could have been a bed-and-breakfast for all I knew. The comforter was stark white with a mountain of pale blue and gold throw pillows. Everything was new and modern, in contrast to how old the house was.

  It felt like something I’d have back in LA. Not anything I’d expect in Savannah.

  This house fucked me up.

  My phone dinged, and I pulled it out to see a text from my dad.

  * * *

  Did you make it? See your mom yet? You know you don’t have to stay there.

  * * *

  I forced a smile at my dad’s concern. He and my mom hadn’t been together since I had been in the womb. They’d never been much more than civil. When I’d told him I was staying here, he’d balked. I didn’t blame him since my mother and I had never gotten along. But that was a long time ago.

  * * *

  I made it. I’m upstairs in my old room. Mom is mom. I’ll be fine.

  * * *

  Get a hotel if she becomes too much. Love you.

  * * *

  Love you too.

  * * *

  I set one suitcase on a luggage rack and changed out of my traveling suit and into a purple dress and heels. After running a cool towel on my neck and wrists, I took a deep breath and headed back downstairs.

  The mansion had six bedrooms and six and a half bathrooms. It had belonged to her husband’s family for generations. She and Edward had never had children, and so, to everyone’s chagrin, it had been bequeathed to her upon his death. Meanwhile, my dad and I had lived in the north Atlanta suburbs. He was an artist, and without the child support checks my mother had diligently given him for taking me off her hands nine months out of the year, we wouldn’t have had a roof over our head. I’d hated always asking for money from my mother, but if I needed anything, it wasn’t my dad who provided. On the flip side, it certainly wasn’t my mother who had ever been there for me when it was important. Money didn’t solve all problems.

  “What do you think?” my mother asked when I entered the kitchen and found her shaking out another martini.

  “It’s … modern.”

  “I thought it’d remind you of LA.” She offered the drink to me. “Martini?”

  “No thanks.”

  “Well, Josephine, do you want to use the pool or …”

  “Josie,” I reminded her. While I went by Josephine professionally, I still wasn’t used to anyone who really knew me calling me that. Even my mother.

  She waved her hand at me. “I birthed you. I can call you what I want.”

  “Fine.” I ground my teeth together. “And no, I’m going to head to the set.”

  “All right. Let me get you a key.” She dropped her martini and reached in one of the kitchen drawers to retrieve a set of keys. “Gold one is to the front door. You can drive the Benz while you’re here.”

  “I can Uber,” I told her.

  “Don’t be silly. I have a garage of cars. Pick which one you want.”

  “Sure.”

  “And Josie,” my mother said softly. Her eyes were earnest when I faced her again. “I’m glad you’re staying here.”

  I shot her a half-smile. “I’ll see you later.”

  She nodded, and I disappeared through the living room to the garage. I still had no idea why I’d agreed to this. The relationship was complicated. I had been in middle school when my mother’s husband overdosed. She was the talk of the town for marrying one of the wealthiest men in Savannah, and her reputation turned to infamy after he died and she got every cent of his considerable fortune. Half of the town called her a gold digger and man-eater, and the other half said she killed him. I never knew what to believe, and my mother refused to speak on the subject. Couple that with her abandoning me with my dad—except for the summers, which I’d been coerced into spending with her—and we’d never gotten along.

  I probably would have given up coming to Savannah at all if my two best friends, Lila and Marley, weren’t here. They were the closest thing I’d ever had to sisters.

  And then there was Maddox.

  I shook my head and popped the door on the Mercedes. I didn’t want to think about Maddox. He was Marley’s twin brother and still lived in Savannah. I was sure that I was going to see him while I was filming here for six weeks. But complicated didn’t even begin to describe my relationship with him.

  Putting Maddox out of my thoughts, I took the car down the narrow Savannah streets and out of town toward the filming studio. After starring in the hit teen supernatural-school show Academy for eight seasons, we’d been off the air for two years. Now, the studio had green-lit a follow-up full-length movie to close out the last chapter of the show. Fans had been clamoring for it since it’d ended. I hadn’t been sure it was ever going to happen until I got the call a month ago.

  I parked out front of the mostly empty studio. We didn’t have to be here for another couple days, but I’d wanted to come home early. Lila and Marley were in Atlanta now but had promised to come visit. That had been enough to get me to agree. Any excuse to see my besties.

  My favorite director, Jimmy, from the first eight seasons of Academy had gotten the job for the film. He’d called me personally and offered me my spot as Cassie Herrington again. As if they could make it without me.

  I pulled the door open to the studio and entered a new world. Jimmy had mentioned some technological innovations, but truthfully, I hadn’t listened too hard. I was busy memorizing my lines and digging deep back into my character. Jimmy had said he’d meet me at the studio to discuss it all before we got started.