Feature: Unwrapped (Beachwood Bay #2.5) by Melody Grace

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Feature: Unwrapped (Beachwood Bay #2.5) by Melody GraceTitle: Unwrapped
Author: Melody Grace
Series: Beachwood Bay #2.5
Published by Self-Published
Release Date December 10, 2013
Genres: New Adult Romance
Pages: 101
More Info: Goodreads
Purchase From: Amazon US
Purchase From: Barnes & Noble
You are invited to join friends and family in Beachwood Bay for the wedding of the year…

Lacey James is wild, spontaneous and up for anything.
Daniel Sullivan is careful, sensible, and mending his broken heart.

It’s a match nobody saw coming, but when the unlikely pair get stranded together on the way home for the holidays, Lacey finds her long-term crush impossible to ignore. As the snow keeps falling, and a friendly game of truth or dare gets way out of control, Daniel discovers that the one girl he wants more than anything is the last person he expected.

But when the snow melts, will their night together be more than just a memory? And will they make it to Beachwood Bay in time for the wedding? Anything can happen this holiday season!

Fall in love with the latest installment of the internationally bestselling Beachwood Bay series by Melody Grace.

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truth or dare

 

Chapter One Sneak Peak:

It’s December 24th and I’m running late. Way late. So late, I don’t even stop to retrieve the bag of Skittles that tumbles out of my purse as I bounce through the Departures terminal at LAX, trying to hang on to my coat and magazines and my stupid wheel-on overnight luggage that’s picked today of all days to bust a wheel.
            “Sorry, buddies,” I huff under my breathe, looking back to see the bag of candy trampled under the feet of five hundred other last-minute holiday travelers. “Can’t stop! It’s every sucker for himself.”
            I slow to a jog as I reach the board. Atlanta… Atlanta… I let out a groan as I see the gate flash up. Forty-two. As in, forty-two ways for me to miss my flight as I get all the way across the building in the next ten minutes flat.
            My phone buzzes as I take off down the hallway. I shift my purse to my other ear and pick up in time to hear my best friend, Juliet, wail, “Where are you? You said you’d be here already, and the yard is a mess, and Brit hasn’t finished my dress, and everything’s a disaster!”
            Another voice comes in the background: Brit, sounding annoyed. “I’d be finished sewing if you didn’t keep changing your mind about the lace.”
            “I didn’t change my mind.” Juliet protests. “You said it would be better longer. Or do you think I should leave it? I don’t know anymore.” Her voice comes back to me, stronger again. “You see? I can’t do this without you.”
            “Since when did you turn into such a Bridezilla?” I catch my breath, wheezing. “Man, I should’ve run cross-country in college. Or, you know, walked up to our apartment even one time instead of taking the elevator.”
            “Elevator?” Juliet interrupts. “Lacey, what are you talking about? This is my wedding. Mine and Emerson’s. It’s the only one I’m ever going to have, and I need it to be perfect!”
            “Relax,” I order her. I stop moving for a moment, and step back out of the flow of traffic into an alcove. I’ve no idea why Juliet has lost her mind, but it’s my job as her BFF and maid of honor to talk her down from whatever ledge she’s clambered up on.
            “Everything will be fine,” I tell her in a soothing voice. “I’ll be there in a few hours, we’ll have a crazy bachelorette night, and tomorrow we’ll set up the yard like a winter frosted wonderland. Brit will be done with the dress, just like she says. I promise, it is going to be perfect.”
            Juliet catches her breath. “Promise?” she asks in a hopeful voice.
            “I promise, babe.” I smile. “Like a picture postcard. White ribbons and baby’s breath and all the lace you need. If I could order you up a gentle dusting of snow, I would.”
            “Don’t say that!” Juliet yelps. “A blizzard will wreck my hair!”
          I hang up, sending a silent prayer to the Gods of Winter Weddings that everything I’ve promised does actually come true.
             This weekend was supposed to be a slice of (vanilla raspberry frosted) cake, and up until this morning, it was. An intimate, small-town ceremony in Beachwood Bay: just Emerson, Juliet, and their closest friends and family in the back-yard of the beach house where it all began. Simple. Except the only flight I could afford back from LA was this last-minute stand-by that would get me over on the East Coast with barely any time to spare. I’ve planned everything long-distance, right down to the (sexy yet flattering) bridesmaid outfit currently getting crushed in my bag, but I know, about a million things can go wrong before I get there. And with Juliet in this state, nothing can go wrong.
            I check the time again. Six minutes. Oh crap!
            I lurch out of the alcove at full-speed–and barrel straight into someone heading past.
            “Oof!” The breath is knocked clean out of me, and I stumble, about to fall flat on my face, until a pair of strong arms grab me, hoisting me back to my feet.
            “Lacey?”
            I blink, staring up into a very familiar pair of brown eyes: the color of dark caramel, thickly-lashed, and full of surprise, but just as devastating as they ever were.
            “Daniel,” I gulp, feeling my face flush bright red. Of course, of all the times to run into him again, it’s now, when I’m wheezing and scatter-brained and have trashy tabloid magazines spilling out of my purse. “Umm, hey! How are you! I haven’t seen you since…” I stop, the words dying in my throat as I remember what happened over the summer, when Juliet brutally dumped Daniel for the love of her life, Emerson.
            Yes, that Emerson. The guy she’s marrying in approximately thirty-two hours.
            Daniel clearly remembers it all too well, but he gives me a polite smile all the same. “How have you been?” he asks. “I heard you moved out here after graduation.”
            “Yup, LA. I came to make it in Hollywood! Event planner to the stars!” I make jazz hands, then immediately wish the ground would swallow me up.
            Jazz hands? Way to play it cool, Lacey.
            “That’s great,” Daniel smiles, “I was just out here for some depositions. I’ll have to look you up the next time I’m in town.”
            “Sure, sounds good.” I try to think of something to say that won’t make me sound like a total idiot–an idiot who can’t take her eyes off his dark stubble and well-fitted navy coat. I always thought Daniel was cute, but in the six months since I saw him last, his whole preppy lawyer look has gotten a new polish.
            Dangerously attractive.
            And your best friend’s ex. Totally off-limits.
            I drag my eyes away from the line of his lean physique. “You heading home for the holidays?” I yelp.
            Daniel nods. “Back to New York. What about you?”
            “I’m, umm, heading East.” I say carefully.
            But not carefully enough. Daniel gets a look of realization. “Oh, right. That’s this weekend.”
            I stay silent, feeling like the worst human being in the world.
            “It’s OK,” Daniel must see my discomfort, because he gives me a quiet smile. “He proposed. I knew it would happen.”
            “Right.” My heart twists with sympathy. He’s still in love with her–he has to be. They were together for a year, even engaged by the end of it. They were planning a whole life together, right up until Juliet went back to Beachwood Bay and discovered that her old life, and love, was where her heart really lay. “I better get going,” I say quickly. “I’m going to miss my flight.”
            “Me too,” Daniel jolts back to attention, checking his watch. “Say hi to everyone for me. I wish them the best,” he adds, and I can see, he really means it.
            Hot and noble. Damn but he’s got it down.
            “I will,” I grab my stuff, and back away. “Happy holidays!”
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About Melody Grace

Melody Grace is the USA Today bestselling author of UNBROKEN and UNTOUCHED. A small-town girl turned SoCal beach-lover, she spent years with her nose in a book before deciding it was time to write them for herself. She loves bad boys, good books, and pistachio-flavored ice-cream.

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