The word brings up images of a blushing bride, a nervous, tuxedo-clad groom and joyful tears in the eyes of family and friends. Months, maybe years, of planning have gone into the single most important day in the lives of two happy people.
I love weddings. At one time I thought I wanted to spend my life in the arena of gowns and people with smiles and happy tears. But, as life would have it, it didn’t work out and I went on to other pursuits – writing. When I look back, I don’t regret it. I have been able to be many people. Like Charlton Heston once said, “I’ve been president of the United States three times, and chancellor of England, and I ran the French government. And I led the Jews out of Egypt. What more could I want?”
What more could I want except to be a writer, to live the lives of presidents, first ladies, cops, models, lawyers, doctors, architects, and everyone in between. I have flown planes and helicopters, worked with FBI and CIA agents, owned a ranch and held a secret baby. I’ve saved the lives of a presidential candidate, been the granddaughter of a supreme court justice and that’s just the tune up. I have miles to go and many other lives to live.
This is how the story in Wrong Dress, Right Guy came to me. Actually Cinnamon’s and her sister, Samara’s, names came to me first. Samara has her own book and it will be out in June 2009. Wrong Dress, Right Guy is Cinnamon’s story (released June 2008). I used to work in a bridal shop. We didn’t deliver so there was no chance of mixing up the gowns. But there was a woman who came in and she chose what I considered the wrong gown for her size and height. When I thought of writing a wedding book, that woman came back to me and I thought what fun it would be to write about a woman who got a wedding gown when she expected a ball gown. Of course, Cinnamon and the real life bride have nothing in common, except the idea of a dress.
Cinnamon is a woman with a sense of humor, about everything except her brain. That she takes seriously. She’s beautiful and being the butt of “weather girl” jokes was not her idea of a life’s profession. So she chucked her job in Boston and moved into her grandmother’s house in Northern Virginia, a stone’s throw from the nation’s capital.
Of course, there is a stone she can’t throw and that’s MacKenzie Grier. Mac is all business and anger, especially when he discovered Cinnamon wearing his sister’s wedding gown. From their first meeting the errors just keep coming. The town gets into the act, offering Cinnamon all the trappings for her wedding; from the cake to invitations to her own wedding gown. All she needs is a groom and the town has chosen Mac for the job.
It’s June, the perfect month for a wedding. For all the brides out there, I hope your wedding day is beautiful – whatever the month. While Cinnamon got the wrong dress, she got the right guy. And your right guy is waiting nervously for you in his tuxedo.