Though he was engaged to be married, handsome, thirty-year old stockbroker Jordon Buck never believed in the fairy tale romances or being ‘head over heels’ in love. Gorgeous, gay, twenty-eight year old, Tyler Holliday wasn’t keen on his current career as a wedding planner. Tyler aspired for something greater, but a ghost from his youth haunted him. The day he met Jordon Buck and Lea to help them plan the big event, fate met up with Tyler Holliday.
In the middle of a Manhattan summer, the two men become friends, and then something happens between them to change them forever. A four letter word called ‘Love’.
Alexa Snow, author of Clear Cut and Sleeping Stone, writes:
Jordon Buck is a straight man planning his wedding to the beautiful if slightly self-involved Fawn. When Fawn's mother makes an appointment for them to meet with Tyler Holliday, gay wedding planner extraordinaire, Jordon thinks nothing of it -- that is, until he comes face to face with said Mr. Holliday, a stunning example of a man. But Jordon is straight! He's getting married, and that proves it... doesn't it? But if that's the case, why can't he stop thinking about Tyler?
The Wedding Planner is a delightful novel from start to finish. The dialogue is both realistic and often edged with a sense of humor sure to make the reader smile, and all of the characters are charming. The two main characters, in particular, interact in many wonderful ways that aren't limited to the bedroom -- and, in fact, the unresolved sexual tension is drawn out to startling heights, which makes for a particularly delicious read. This is a story that's very erotic, but there's a lot more to it than the erotica -- at the core, it's a *love* story, and readers who want to rediscover what that means would be well advised to snap it up as soon as possible!
“I recommend mutual funds; forget commodities at the moment.” Jordon Buck tapped the keys on his computer, speaking into a telephone headset.
“The market is so volatile, Jordon. I don’t know what the hell to do.”
“Don’t buy gold or any commodities now. They've hit their peak,” Jordon replied, catching someone stepping into his office. He smiled at Adrian Tripp and signaled one minute to him. “Look, Harry, let me spend some time on this for you. I have a feeling the Big Board is in for a boost since the Feds have opened the Reserve.”
“Fine, Jordon. Just get back to me when you have an idea of what I should do.”
“No problem.” Jordon disconnected the call and smiled at the handsome, well-dressed man standing in his office. “Mr. Tripp, what can I do for you?”
Adrian sat seductively on the corner of Jordon’s desk. “You can admit you’re bi-curious and come out with me for a drink.”
Laughing softly, feeling his cheeks blush, Jordon replied, “I am not bi-curious, Adrian. I thought you and Brock Hart had a little ‘thing’ going.”
“Ever since he met Daniel Wolf, Brock’s been off the market.”
“Oh? No more playing with him?” Jordon knew Adrian and Brock exchanged blowjobs weekly. Adrian made sure Jordon was aware, as if it would tempt him to the “dark side.”
“No. He’s gone exclusive on me. And since he’s quit work to travel the world, I’m seeking out a new friend with benefits.” Adrian gave Jordon’s crotch a good look.
Jordon covered his nuts in response. “Speaking about going exclusive, Mr. Tripp, I’m engaged and about to tie the knot.”
“Noose, you mean?”
“It’s not a noose if you love the woman.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Are you telling me there’re no other guys around here that want their dick sucked by a handsome millionaire?”
“Of course there are, Jordon. Plenty of men would kill for it. I just have champagne tastes.” Adrian licked his top lip seductively.
“I don’t know whether to be petrified or flattered.” Jordon smiled shyly.
“Be flattered, you gorgeous hunk. Your…What’s her name?”
“Fawn.” Jordon chuckled.
“Right. Fawn,” Adrian rolled his eyes, “must be very proud of herself for netting a man like you.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do than seduce a straight guy?” Jordon loved it. It was fun to tease Adrian. The man was adorable and filthy rich. It had to be a compliment to even be in his sights. “A straight guy who’s in the midst of planning his wedding?”