Title: You’re So Vain by Whitney Dineen
Seven Brides for Seven Mothers Series Book Four
Publisher: 333 Partners
Genre: Contemporary, Romance, Comedy
Length: 292 pages
Summary:
Family drama is something Lutéce Choate struggles to avoid. With a mother who’s an award-winning country western song writer, an aunt who’s a Country Music Hall of Famer, and a brother who’s a rock star, it hasn’t exactly been a low-key kind of life, and she’s ready for a break.
Then Lu’s younger sister, Claire, goes off and gets engaged to a prince from Malquar, bringing the dreaded spotlight back to shine on their family once again. Lu wants to go to the engagement party about as much as she wants to yodel the Star Spangled Banner at the Grand Ole Opry with her crazy relatives. Alas, not going, doesn’t appear to be an option.
Alistair George Henry Bere Hale is not the heir, but the spare. Without the weight of the Crown in his future, he’s managed to live the carefree life of a man about town. That is until his younger brother gets engaged before him and their mother starts pressuring him to settle down. Alistair represents everything that Lutéce has come to despise—he’s a rich, playboy, partier, who’s always in the spotlight… But Alistair doesn’t feel the same about Lu. In fact, he’s quite drawn to his brother’s future sister-in-law, prickles and all.
When Lu and Alistair’s mothers witness the sparks between their children, they start to make plans of their own. Will Lu relax her prejudices long enough to get to know Alistair?
Find out in the fabulously funny fourth book in the Seven Bride’s for Seven Mothers Series
***All books in the series read as standalones.
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Excerpt
After the pilot comes over the intercom to welcome us to Malquar, we all stand to deplane. Mixed emotions flood my thoughts as the strains of music from a live band start to fill the atmosphere around us.
“They’re playing the Malquarian anthem,” Geoffrey explains. “I didn’t come home for my thirtieth birthday, as per my parents’ plan, so I can only assume there might be a bit of a circus out there.”
Stepping back into the cabin, I bend down to look out the window. Yup, there it is, the circus. There must be a fifty-piece band playing on one side of a red carpet. The other side is full of reporters and photographers.
The image of an old ringmaster, full-on with a red coat, tails, and black top hat, pops into my head. He’s holding a bullhorn to his mouth, and I can practically hear him shout, “Will everyone please turn their attention to the center ring. Our prince has returned home with his bride and her illustrious family of yodelers!” Tooty and Mom love to yodel as a means of decompressing. It’s enough to make your ears bleed if you’re not a fan of the genre.
And sometimes, even if you are a fan.
I return to our little exit line and watch while Geoffrey and Claire disembark. They stop and wave as the crowd cheers wildly. Crap, I should have brought some better clothes to change into. The jogging suit I’m currently wearing was chosen for comfort, not to meet the press.
As if reading my mind, my mom turns around and looks me up and down before saying, “Oh dear, maybe you should stay on the plane until the crowd disbands.” Ouch.
Ignoring her, I run my fingers through my auburn hair and pinch my cheeks to bring some color to them. By the time it’s my turn to get off, most of the press is on the tarmac, crowding around my sister and her intended. The rest seem to be vying for Tooty’s attention.
I scan the masses, feeling oddly separated from my body. It’s like I’m watching a scene in a movie. I’m about to step down onto the stairs when my gaze locks with a pair of dark chocolate brown eyes, penetrating eyes that cause me to stop dead in my tracks and gasp audibly.
“Settle down, Lu,” I chastise myself silently for such an absurd reaction to Geoffrey’s brother. Alistair was nothing but a flirtatious annoyance at his sister’s wedding, and I’m not looking forward to more of the same. Yet, even as I try to convince myself of this, my heart beats in double time and perspiration starts to form on my palms.
Great. Not only am I dressed like a college kid returning home for break, but I’m nervously sweating. Which is super fun, as what I’m guessing is the entire national press corps is out there ready to film the scene for posterity.
Author Bio
USA Today Bestselling author Whitney Dineen is a rock star in her own head. While delusional about her singing abilities, there’s been a plethora of validation that she’s a fairly decent author (AMAZING!!!). After winning many writing awards and selling nearly a kabillion books (math may not be her forte, either), she’s decided to let the voices in her head say whatever they want (sorry, Mom). She also won a fourth-place ribbon in a fifth-grade swim meet in backstroke. So, there’s that.
Whitney loves to play with her kids (a.k.a. dazzle them with her amazing flossing abilities), bake stuff, eat stuff, and write books for people who “get” her. She thinks french fries are the perfect food and Mrs. Roper is her spirit animal.
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Congratulations on your new release Whitney, it sounds like a great read.
this cover is a lot of fun!