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The Kidnapped Bride

Bridal Jitters! The term conjures up a rush of memories for most of us. Remember your own walk down the aisle? Or maybe some special wedding-that of your sister, your best friend, maybe even your daughter? Remember the knot in your stomach as you waited for the ceremony to begin? The sudden hot and cold flashes? What about the onset of panic at the realization that nothing will ever be the same again after you say "I do"?

For me it was a short trek across a judge's chambers 21 years ago where my then husband-to-be and his four grade-school children waited for me to say "I do" to becoming his wife and their mom. My stomach seesawed like a boat in rough seas as I made my way toward those five eager faces, and I was sorely tempted to chew on my freshly manicured nails. I had zip experience at being anyone's wife and even less at being a mom.

But if you think my bridal jitters were tough, wait until you meet Lorelei Mason, the heroine of my new book, The Kidnapped Bride (Silhouette Desire). Lorelei's twice as nervous as I was because she's been this close to walking down the aisle once before-only her groom-to-be failed to show up.

The organist began the processional. Music filled the church and Lorelei's stomach took another nosedive. The flowers in her hands started to shake, and she tightened her grip, strangling the stem of the bouquet. She felt hot. She felt cold. Her head started to buzz. She pressed her hand to her stomach, feeling as though a war had been launched inside it.

Bridal jitters. All brides went through this. Of course she wanted to marry Herbert. All right. So, maybe there weren't any fireworks when Herbert kissed her, but that didn't mean she didn't love him. Of course she loved him. And she was going to marry him.

Lorelei swallowed past a fresh bout of nerves as the organist cued her sister to begin down the aisle. Her sister hesitated at the doorway and turned to face her. "I hope you'll forgive me."

"Forgive you for what?"

"For stopping you from marrying the wrong man," a familiar voice said from behind her.

Lorelei whipped around and froze. For a moment she couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She simply stared at Jack. Standing there in the back of the church looking bigger than life in faded jeans and a denim shirt, with his dark hair and sinful blue eyes. "Hello, beautiful," he said, flashing her a smile.

"What are you-"Jack tossed the sheet over her head, and Lorelei dropped her bouquet as everything went dark. She attempted to scream, but managed to swallow a mouthful of sheet. Then she felt herself being lifted from the floor and flung over a shoulder-a hard muscular shoulder.

I hope you enjoy Jack and Lorelei's story and that you'll look for the other two books upcoming in my Right Bride, Wrong Groom trilogy, Switched at the Altar (March '98) and Bodyguard and the Bridesmaid (May '98) P.O. Box 3224, Covington, LA 70434. My website: http://www.eclectics.com/authorsgalore/metsyhingle. Send an SASE to the same address and receive a free bookmark.


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