We’re thrilled to announce that The Complication with the Best Man will be voiced in duet narration by the incredible Scott Rose and Willa Jaymes!

We just received the files back from production and they’re making our ear drums very happy!

BLURB:

One wild night turns into two pink lines.

Sleeping with the best man at my cousin’s wedding felt right at the time—he was a hot, available firefighter, and I was the tipsy maid of honor. It’s a rite of passage.

No regrets… until two pink lines flipped my world upside down.

Now I’m wildly unprepared and trying to hide my pregnancy in my small Alaskan town where privacy is a myth and gossip spreads faster than frostbite.

But wait, it gets worse.

Baby Daddy just came back to town—with a fiancée in tow.

And guess who she wants to plan their wedding?

Me.

Keeping the secret was hard enough.

Keeping my distance from the father of my baby? Impossible.

Just when I think I have it all figured out, he reveals his own secret that changes everything.

How about a little snippet? Maybe a snippet from when the realization that she might be pregnant starts to dawn on Harper…

“Hey, roomie,” I say.
Maven recently moved in with me. She’s three years younger than me, and when she first approached me about leasing the extra room in the house I rent just outside of the downtown area, I wasn’t sure if we’d be a good match. I’m somewhat chaotic and my housekeeping skills lack as much as my day planner keeping. But Maven was desperate to get out of her parents’ house, and I related to how that felt, so I agreed.
Good thing I did because it turns out we’re a great match. Maven is quiet and shy, neat and orderly, and enjoys spending her nights reading on the couch. If anything, I’m probably a little too loud for her. But she doesn’t seem to mind my chaos. In fact, I think she secretly likes it. Maybe since she’s the oldest of her sisters, she appears to enjoy picking up after me. She says she finds cleaning relaxing and therapeutic. I don’t get it, but more power to her because when I look at a room that needs to be cleaned or organized, I feel paralyzed, never knowing where to start.
She sets down the flowers in her hand. “How’s your day going?”
“Well, I just met with a bride and groom who are going to challenge your ability to not put those scissors through your eye.” I shrug. “But they can’t all be easy peasy like Palmer and Hudson were, right?”
We both laugh. Our cousin Palmer got married last month, and though I was part of the wedding, I also acted as the wedding planner for it, which was a breeze. Neither of them were really picky about the details of their big day. All they cared about was that they’d be married at the end of it.
For a moment, the best man, Hudson’s friend, flashes through my mind. Finn.
I press my thighs together just thinking about him and the night we shared in his hotel room.
Stop it.
I don’t do this. I don’t get hung up on my one-night stands—especially when they live in Vermont. I push Finn out of my mind and get down to business with Maven.
“These particular clients are very concerned about the environmental impact of their wedding, so I wanted to run some ideas by you to see if they’re feasible before I present them at my next meeting with them.”
“Oh, I like a challenge. Let’s hear what you’re thinking.” Maven leans over the worktable, chin propped on her hand.
“I thought for the centerpieces, instead of having flowers, we could have potted plants, so people can take them home, and they’ll last more than a few days. Or even have herbs? Then guests could plant them when they get back home.”
“When is the wedding?” she asks.
“Next spring.”
She nods. “That could absolutely work.”
A flit of excitement ignites in me from fleshing out my ideas for a wedding. Or maybe it’s still my lunch that’s not sitting well.
“I also thought we could source the planters we use for the tables from secondhand shops.”
“I know a cute little vintage shop in Anchorage that we can check out.”
“Perfect.” I clap my hands together in front of me.
Maven’s eyes light up. “You know, I could also use curly willow to keep everything in place, rather than floral foam.”
I point to her. “See? This is why you’re the best florist who ever lived.”
Maven’s expression turns from excitement to cringe, and her hand falls to her tummy. “Give me a second?”
Before I can answer, she rushes through the door to the back of the store.
Shit. Whoever’s kid was sick last Sunday must have given it all to us, if Maven isn’t feeling well either. Damn it. I had a urinary tract infection a couple of months ago, and that was aggravating enough to deal with. I don’t want to be down for the count, hunched over a toilet for three days.
While I wait for her to return, I do a quick sweep of the shop, taking note of what new types of greenery and flowers she’s brought in, constantly looking for inspiration that will showcase my services.
A couple minutes later, she walks through the back door, looking pale.
“Did the toddler bug get you too?” I ask.
She laughs. “No, I just got my period.” She groans. “Do you have a tampon in your purse? All I have left are pads. One of the weekend girls must’ve taken the last tampon and not said anything.”
“Of course.” I set my purse on the scarred wooden worktable and unzip the side pocket of my purse and pull out a tampon for her. “Here you go.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right back.”
She disappears to the back again, and I zip up the pocket of my purse, slinging it over my shoulder.
Then I pause.
Then I think.
Then I calculate.
Then I panic.
I dig my phone out from my purse and pull up my health app to see when my period is due.
Motherfu—
I’m late.
My period was due two weeks ago.
Finn’s handsome face flashes in my mind again.
No.
No, no, no, no, no…

Things only get more interesting from there! LOL

A quick reminder about the various release dates depending on where you choose to grab your copy:

Piper Rayne Store Release Date: June 17th

Wide Retailers Release Date – June 20th and ONLY AVAILABLE UNTIL June 22nd

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