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March 19, 2013

Promise Harbor Wedding Book 1
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The wedding's off but the honeymoon is on...

Devon can do this. She can show up at her ex-boyfriend Josh's wedding, even though he's marrying her ex-best-friend. She can show everyone she's happy with her fabulous life in Boston, her great career, her amazing shoes -- and she can show everyone she's over him.

Truth is, her life isn't so fabulous. She's just been downsized out of her job, her Jimmy Choos won't pay her rent, and...she's still heartbroken that Josh chose family over her. The real reason she's enduring this wedding is that her next stop is nearby Greenbush Island, her last hope of finding a new job.

Josh knows marrying long-time friend Allie will make everyone happy after the rough time their families have been through, and since the woman he really wanted to marry chose her career and big city life over him -- why not?

But the perfect wedding turns into a perfect disaster when Allie leaves him at the altar for another man. He never saw that coming! But hey, Devon's there, offering to help him look for Allie on Greenbush Island, where he'd planned their honeymoon. Only, all they find are their old feelings for each other and a temptation to risk their hearts one more time...

Warning: This book contains a firefighter hot enough to ignite flames, a woman who doesn't want to get burned again, a honeymoon suite but no honeymoon, and sex not on the beach (sorry).


I laughed so hard and I cried just as hard. I love it when that happens... Jilted had me on an emotional rollercoaster. I was so into this book, I read the whole thing in one sitting. I couldn’t put it down. Delighted Reader

(Kelly Jamieson) writes intelligent, heartwarming, HAWT, emotional, feel good books about your friends, neighbors, co-workers and maybe even a little bit about yourself.

Promise Harbor could be anywhere but what makes this place so rich are the characters that live there, the promise of new love, second chances at love and a little bit about growing as person when you least expect it. ...there are some tough issues that these two need to work out if they really do want to get back together and in the deft hand of Ms. Jamieson it works. She also builds the sexual tension to a fever pitch BEFORE they sleep together again. With that should read the book. Nothing says deep character development, communication and the knowing that once the deed is done, there is no going back. Harlie’s Books

I love a great “second chance at love” theme, and Jilted by Kelly Jamieson gives this theme a fresh new look...The chemistry between Josh and Devon was awesome, and it helped that they had a past to authenticate their feelings. Given their past, obvious attraction, and a romantic honeymoon suite, the stage was set for a romantic reunion. Crista, Swept Away By Romance

“There is just something special about second chances as both Devon and Josh both soon realize and along the way they discover so much more about each other... Kelly Jamieson...showed us again that she is a gifted storyteller. Her characters are flawed but evolving, the story moves at a decent pace without feeling rushed, solutions are believable, and best of all we know there's more to come in Promise Harbor!” Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

“Kelly Jamieson did a terrific job conveying the all encompassing sexual tension between Josh and Devon, the combustible sparks made my own skin prickle as I bit my nails impatient to finally see them give into their attraction... lots of heart-squeezing moments peppered in the sensual and sizzling scenes...” Book Lovers Inc




Josh squinted at the label on the beer bottle he held, trying to focus his eyes on it with considerable difficulty. “Is this beer really called Bromance?” he asked Jackson, his best friend and the best man at his wedding tomorrow. Jackson’s brother Stone owned the sports bar in which they’d been sitting for the long? Josh had lost track, and all his other buddies had headed home. Only he and Jackson were left after going out with the guys the night before the wedding.

“Yes. Bromance Brown Ale.”

Josh nodded. “Okay. Good. I love you, man.”

“Maybe time to get you home,” Jackson said.

“No. I don’t wanna go home yet.”

“Why not?”

Josh now tried to focus on the wood grain of the small table. How could he tell Jackson the truth? He didn’t want to go home, because then he’d go to bed and fall asleep—or pass out—and when he woke up it would be his wedding day.

“I might be having cold feet,” he mumbled.

Jackson leaned closer. “What’s that? What’d you say?”

Josh sighed. “I might be having cold feet.”

Jackson’s eyebrows flew up. “About the wedding?”

“No, about getting up from this table.” Then he laughed loudly at his own joke.

“Shit, man, are you serious? You want to back out of the wedding?”

“No. Of course not. I wouldn’t do that.”

Jackson eyed him. “But you have doubts.”

Josh sighed. “Doesn’t every guy before he straps on the old ball and chain?” Then he slumped a little. He’d never thought of Allie as a “ball and chain” and that was really unfair. She was awesome and he wanted to marry her. He did. “Didn’t mean that,” he mumbled.

“I guess some guys do.” Jackson grimaced and shoved a hand through his hair. “I’ve never had the guts to even propose to someone so I wouldn’t know. But yeah, it’s probably normal to feel a little nervous about it. It’s a big step. It’s serious.”

“Yeah. Serious. You’re not helping, dude.”

Jackson grinned. “Sorry. Okay how’s this. You’ve known Allie forever. You love her. You love her family. They love you. Your mom is thrilled to pieces about this. The whole town is behind you on this. There’s nothing to be afraid of. You two are going to have a long and happy life together.”

Josh nodded, still looking down at the table. “Still not helping.”

Jackson gave him a hearty slap on the back, nearly knocking him off his stool. “You’ll be fine. Once you’re up there at the front of the church watching Allie walk down the aisle looking like a million bucks, you’ll be so glad you’re marrying her.”

Josh picked up his Bromance Brown Ale and drained it. “Right. Absholutely. Can’t wait.”

“Fuck.” Jackson eyed him. With all four or maybe five eyes. “You’re hammered.”

“No I am not!” Josh straightened. “I’m fine. Let’s have another round.”

“Nope. I am doing my best man duty and hauling your ass out of here. You’re already going to need a large bottle of Tylenol and a jug of Visine in the morning.”

“Oh all right.” Josh slid off the stool and held onto the table for a moment when the floor shifted just a bit underneath his feet. Hey, was that an earthquake? If there was a major earthquake they probably wouldn’t be able to have the wedding tomorrow.

That was stupid. He wanted to marry Allie.

“I need a burger,” he announced.

Jackson rolled his eyes. “Okay big guy. Let’s head to Barney’s and then I’ll take you home.”

“Yeah. Barney’s. I can have a hickory burger. And fries.” For some reason, at that moment Devon popped into his head. Sitting at Barney’s Chowder House eating hickory burgers with her. That was her favorite burger too. Guess Barney’s hickory burger was always going to be associated with her in his mind.

His fucked-up, shit-faced mind.

They walked the short distance from the bar to Barney’s, the June evening clear and fresh. Josh took deep breaths of the faintly briny air of Promise Harbor, the Atlantic Ocean not far away no matter where you were. He loved living here, even though it had been a tough decision to move back last year. What the hell was he so worried about? Living here as a married man wasn’t going to be any different than living here as a single guy.

Did that make any sense? Of course it would be different. He’d be married.

Inside Barney’s, people filled nearly every booth and table. Friday night. Right. But Josh and Jackson found an empty table and took a seat.

“You know,” Jackson said. “If you’re seriously having doubts about getting married, it’s not too late.”

Josh gave him a crooked smile. “Sure it is.”

“No. It’s not too late until the vows are said.” Jackson leaned across the table, his face serious. “If you want to run, I’ll drive us to Mexico tonight. Just say the word.”

“Mexico?” Josh lifted an eyebrow.

“Or wherever.”

Josh shook his head. “You know I can’t do that. I made a promise to Allie. I always keep my word.”

“Yeah. You always do.” Jackson grinned. “You are a man of honor.”

“Damn right.” The scent of seafood chowder, char-broiled burgers and greasy French fries filled his head and made his stomach growl. “I’m a man of honor,” he told the waitress who arrived to take their order. “And I’m fucking starving.”

She blinked at him.

“Don’t mind him,” Jackson said with a smile for the teenage girl. “He’s getting married tomorrow.”

“I am,” he said. “To the most wonderful woman in the world.”

But once again, Devon’s face appeared in his mind. What the fuck? Why did he keep thinking of her tonight? Then he blinked. Blinked again. And shook his head.

He wasn’t just imagining her face. She was right there in front of him, sitting in the booth across from them.

Holy fuck.

He stared at her. She stared back at him.

“Devon,” he breathed.

Jackson’s head snapped around. “Devon?”

Josh swallowed. His heart might have stopped. He had to get it going again or he would die. And he couldn’t die the day before his wedding. But there...yeah, his heart was going again. Fast. Hard. That might be worse. Now he was afraid it was going to explode out of his chest. He looked at Jackson. “Allie invited her to the wedding.”

“Jesus Christ.”

She was sitting by herself in the small booth, a half-eaten hickory burger sitting in front of her on the table, looking back at him with wide eyes and parted lips. Her long chestnut hair hung around her shoulders and those sexy tilted eyes blinked at him. Then she smiled, a sort of sad little smile that made him ache. “Hi, Josh.”

“Devon. Hey.” The next thing he knew he was sitting across from her, still staring at her. “How are you?”


Devon’s throat closed up and her hands trembled, so she clasped them together in her lap beneath the table. Why had she come here? She’d been hanging around at home with her dad. He’d gone to bed and she’d tried to but couldn’t sleep. For some crazy reason, she’d decided to visit Barney’s Chowder House, and have a hickory burger. Not that she was hungry, but she loved Barney’s hickory burgers and here she was in Promise Harbor, and…why not? And now Josh was sitting across from her, staring at her.

“Hey,” he said. “How are you?”

“Good. I’m good. How are you?”

“Good.” A pause. “I’m drunk.”

“Oh. Okay.” A smile tugged her lips. Jeebus Crust, he made her heart constrict, he was so damn gorgeous. His dark brown hair was standing on end in every direction, and his golden-brown eyes gazed back at her with somewhat unfocused intensity. A scruff of beard darkened his square jaw and his wide mouth curved up into a sheepish smile. “I guess that’s allowed the night before your wedding.”

“Yeah.” His eyes shadowed. “I’m getting married tomorrow, Devon.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here.” Her heart now softened, looking at his long lashes lowering over amber eyes, his short, straight nose, his beautiful mouth. Images bombarded her—her stroking a finger down his nose, kissing the corners of that mouth, running her hands through his hair, nuzzling his neck, breathing in his scent.

He tipped his head to one side. “I didn’t think you would come.”

Her chest was so tight she could hardly breathe. “Well. Um. I wanted to come and…and wish you a-and A-allie all the best.” She hated how her voice stuttered.

He nodded slowly, his face solemn. “Really?”

No. “Yes.”

“Have you seen Allie?”

“No.” She didn’t think she could. She hadn’t thought she could face her, either. She’d pictured herself sitting in the church, just one of the two hundred or so other guests there to witness their vows. But now Josh sat there right in front of her.

There was so much she wanted to say to him, and yet so much she couldn’t say to him. Josh. Pressure built behind her eyes and cheekbones. Emotion swelled inside her. Why are you marrying her? What about me? What happened to us, Josh? What is she giving you that I couldn’t? Just living here in Promise Harbor? Is that it?

After Josh had left, after she’d cried for about a week and spent the next six months wavering between anger and depression, she’d told herself that someday she would meet someone else. Someone like him. Someone honorable and brave and loyal. There was another man out there, someone like him, but someone who’d honor her, someone who’d be loyal to her.

Her heart hurt so badly at that moment she couldn’t think straight. They were sitting there staring at each other across the small table, there in Barney’s Chowder House where they’d come that time they’d been back in Promise Harbor for Allie’s mom’s funeral, the only time they’d ever been there as a couple. The air around them thickened, heavy with memories, longing and regrets. Well, she felt regrets anyway, she couldn’t speak for Josh, but as he looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes and a slow, wistful smile…she thought maybe he did too.

But it was too late for that, so she pushed that all to the back of her brain where it belonged. Later she would pull out the memories again, let herself feel the longing and regrets, but now, she couldn’t. Because tomorrow Josh and Allie were getting married.

Her throat closed up and her eyes burned but she kept that smile firmly in place, trying to show him she was okay. “I hope you and Allie will be very happy together,” she said, her voice low because if she spoke any louder it would come out shaky. “I want you to be happy.”

She really did want him to be happy. Even though she wasn’t.

“Devon.” Her name was a sigh across his lips.

Jackson was sitting there watching them, his eyebrows pinched together. Devon smiled at him too and he kind of winced. The waitress arrived at their table with their burgers and fries. “Your food’s there,” she said, nodding.

“Uh. Yeah.” Josh hesitated. “Want to join us?”

Her smile started to hurt. “No, I’m done. I’m just leaving. Nice to see you again, Josh.”

Still he looked at her with that funny expression and then he too smiled and nodded. “You too, Devon. You too.”

She grabbed her bill and hurried to the front to pay it so she could get the hell out of there.



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