Random Acts of Marriage
By Boone Brux
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Chick-Lit
A wedding. A playboy. And a week he’ll make sure she never forgets.
Kinni Corbet is the perfect bridesmaid. She’s efficient and has a to-do list for every occasion. When the bride-to-be adds “relax and have some fun” to Kinni’s schedule, Price Lyons seems to tick all the right boxes. He’s guaranteed fun, and it’s only for one week—what can it hurt?
Playboy hotel owner Price Lyons has wanted to break down Kinni’s walls for years. Her plan to relax for a whole week is the perfect opportunity to get to the one person he’s never been able to charm. And this time, she seems…receptive to his advances. Unexpected, but he’ll take it.
There’s just one problem. Kinni’s allergic to spontaneity, and the only thing predictable about Price is his unpredictably. There’s no way they’ll last beyond the week, and Kinni’s going to make sure of it…
“We should go out sometime,” Price said. The gulp of coffee she swallowed stuck. She coughed and attempted to clear her throat. “We went out yesterday.”
The words rasped from her, the liquid still making it difficult to talk and his suggestion destroying the calm she argued into place. “And we’re out now.” “I mean go out on a date.” He glanced at her. “Not to run errands for the wedding.” “A date?” Her voice pitched higher than usual. “Why?” A snort of laughter rumbled from him. “Why do most people go on dates?” “You mean a date-date?” She nodded, not because she was agreeing to his request, but because his single announcement had vaporized all the reasons she should ignore the spark between them. It had shot to hell the logical argument that the attraction was one-sided on her part. And he’d completely derailed any sort of well-thought out, intelligent-sounding response. “As in”—she hesitated— “romantically?” “Yeah, like dinner and a movie, or whatever you want.” From the periphery she could see him glancing at her and then back to the road. “No pressure, but…” It was his turn to pause. “Yes, a romantically oriented date.” Words failed her. For the first time that she could remember in her adult life, she had no argument for or against it. The several minutes she’s spent convincing herself to not get involved gave way to the desire to say yes. A tiny bud of excitement blossomed and spread in the pit of her stomach, but years of sensible decision-making weren’t so easily tucked away. “Do you think that would be wise?” Now she did look at him, which probably wasn’t a good idea. His smile made his green eyes sparkle. She’d dated good-looking men before, but nobody who could compare to Price. Not that they were dating. But they could be, if she’d only say yes. Another zing of exhilaration shot through her. All she had to do was say yes. “Wouldn’t it be weird?” His smile faltered. “Do you think it would be weird?” “I don’t know, I mean—” What did she mean? What the hell was she trying to say? She wasn’t thinking clearly. All she wanted was for him to smile at her again, like he was jazzed to be with her. His suggestion had sent her into a tailspin of possibilities, but she didn’t want to say or do anything that might ruin the friendship they’d developed, or other more romantically slanted prospects. “Is that a path we even want to go down?” “Why not?” He pulled into the hotel garage. “I don’t know about you, but I think we get along pretty well.” “Yeah, I guess.” Two days realistically wasn’t enough time to make an educated decision. She’d spent more time than that picking out a bathmat. “I’m just not sure if we should chance something more serious. We have the group to think about. If things got ugly between us it might affect our friendships with them.” After parking in his private spot and shutting off the car, he shifted in the seat to face her. “Look, I’m not saying let’s get married or anything remotely that serious, but…” He reached across the center divider and brushed his finger along her jawbone before gently grasping her chin. “I like you. You make me laugh. You’re hot as hell, and I want to spend more time with you.” It was suddenly difficult to breathe—or think. The way he stared at her sent her heart racing. She wanted this despite all the reasons she shouldn’t. Roxy’s favor echoed through her mind. “Yes.” Relief flooded her, washing away all hesitation. “Yes,” she said more forcefully, in case any doubts lingered. “Let’s try it.”
Boone's stories range from high fantasy to contemporary romance.
Having lived all over the world, and finally settling in the icy region of Alaska, she's always looking for the next adventure. It's not unusual to find Boone traversing the remotest parts of the Alaskan bush, gathering information for her stories. No person or escapade is off limits when it comes to weaving real life experiences into her books or blogs.
Thanks so much for hosting me. I really appreciate it.
What is something unique/quirky about you?
I spend a lot of time in the dark. I don’t mean that metaphorically. I mean it literally. For some reason I don’t turn on lights when I’m rambling around the house. Living in Alaska with the dark winters has turned me into a mole person. If I get up in the middle of the night, no lights. I like to sleep in total darkness. Unfortunately, having teenage daughters the opposite happens. They’d sleep with every light and electronic in the house blaring if they could.
What is the most interesting thing that's ever happened to you?
Hmm, narrowing that down is tough. Things are interesting for different reasons, like it was exciting, or it makes you grow as a person. I guess going on the first date with my husband is the most interesting thing if we’re talking exciting. I’d took a job in the Arctic and he offered to take me out on the tundra. He drove an Argo, which is an all-terrain vehicle with tracks. Everything was going great until he hung us up on a chunk of ice, which happened to be submerged in an icy puddle. When I stepped out of the Argo, I sunk into the freezing water and my feet were soaked.
After a lot of pushing and pulling we decided to leave the Argo on the tundra and walk back to Barrow. Five hours through sleeting drizzle and I didn’t complain once. Let me remind you this was our first date, so I was dressed to impress, not engage in an episode of Survivor. By the time we got back to town, I was hypothermic, but safe. Good times.
Ya know, I have a lot of survival stories like these and they all involve my husband. Curious.
What are your top 10 favorite books?
Lamb by Christopher Moore
Blood Sucking Fiends by Christopher Moore
You Suck by Christopher Moore
Bite Me by Christopher Moore
Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux (It’s always been my all-time fave romance.)
Woe is I
The Complete Writer’s Fantasy Reference
What inspired you to write this book?"
I came up with the series idea first, Wedding Favors. I thought it would be fun to have the bride ask each bridesmaid for a favor, something that pushed them out of their comfort zone. From there the books took off and the ideas flowed.