Dylan doesn’t do relationships. He and his older brother watched their dad go through hell and back, so they made a pact years ago—no girl would come between the Gibson boys. But his brother sells out. He's getting married anyway. To the sister of a chick Dylan met at a party, who's probably the angriest girl he's ever met. Unfortunately, she happens to be hot, too.
Ziah’s life is upside down—her safe boyfriend turns out to be not-so-safe, and now her sister is getting married before college is over to the older brother of a spoiled, party boy who drives her crazy. And also makes her heart beat too fast.
There’s no denying the attraction, but there's also no denying how much they irritate each other. When they’re thrown together as forced wedding planners, they find an ally in each other--neither wants this wedding to happen.
But instead of putting a stop to the crazy nuptials they find themselves at fittings and cake testing. And maybe even…a few dates?
Dizzy is a novel about what happens when two people who are determined not to fall in love, maybe do anyway. Maybe.
In this excerpt Dylan is trying on suits with his brother Derrick and Dylan's best friend Paul. And let's just say Dylan isn't happy ;)
“The ties are pink.”
I can’t believe my brother expects me to wear a pink tie. I don’t ever remember him liking pink before. The suits are okay. They’re kind of thin, which to me is weird since the wedding is in March. They’re a khaki color. They’re called summer suits or something like that.
“Mauve.” Derrick stands in front of a mirror while the guy measures him. He’s got a huge smile on his face like he’s not setting us up in suits for the wrong season and pink ties.
“Then mauve is pink because the tie is definitely pink.”
“It’s mauve, you dumbass. It’s not pink.”
“Paul, tell him the tie is pink. I’m not wearing this.”
Paul laughs. “I’m staying out of this one.”
“Derrick.” I walk over to him. “Seriously. Talk to her. You can’t want pink ties.”
The bell over the door rings. I look over to see Ziah walking toward us. I sort of suck in a breath and then realize that’s stupid.
“You guys aren’t wearing pink ties are you?” She laughs.
“Ha! I told you, man. My brother says they’re mauve.” I roll my eyes.
“Isn’t mauve pink?”
I seriously consider asking her to marry me. Okay, not really. I'm not crazy, but I am pretty damn thankful.
Okay! That's all. I know it's short, but I can't give too much away, can I? I had SO much fun writing Dylan and SO much fun writing with Jolene. I can't wait for you guys to check it out.
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