Single Wide Female in Love Series by Lillianna Blake, P. Seymour

I’m putting all of my cards on the table with Blue. And yes, I do realize that I can’t seem to stop these irrational (and slightly impure!) thoughts about Max—Max, my best friend. And I know it’s a risk. You’re right! And I’ll probably never make a move but I so wish that I could get just one kiss from those lips…maybe that would stop the madness once and for all. Anyway, that’s not likely so… Regardless, I’m gonna meet THE one. If Blue never shows up, I’m on a mission to find my Mr... moreI’m putting all of my cards on the table with Blue. And yes, I do realize that I can’t seem to stop these irrational (and slightly impure!) thoughts about Max—Max, my best friend. And I know it’s a risk. You’re right! And I’ll probably never make a move but I so wish that I could get just one kiss from those lips…maybe that would stop the madness once and for all. Anyway, that’s not likely so… Regardless, I’m gonna meet THE one. If Blue never shows up, I’m on a mission to find my Mr. Right and this time I won’t stop until I do. Cross your fingers and say a prayer for me, okay? less

Psst. I did it y’all. I, Sammy Bradford, have a boyfriend. Well, you can imagine how elated I’m feeling—I mean, come on…it’s been a long road to get here. I’m ever the optimist but even I had my doubts for a minute there. Now if I can only get him to put a ring on it…

My wedding day! Can you believe it’s actually happening? I know, me either. I’m only slightly nervous that my fiancée might decide that I’m a bit more neurotic than he originally thought, but who can keep their cool at a time like this? Nothing’s ready, my weight has ballooned up just a bit—no, more than a bit—and I’m petrified that I’m going to look like a giant marshmallow walking down the aisle in my dress. Deep breaths, Sammy. (Yes, I’m still talking to myself.) P.S... moreMy wedding day! Can you believe it’s actually happening? I know, me either. I’m only slightly nervous that my fiancée might decide that I’m a bit more neurotic than he originally thought, but who can keep their cool at a time like this? Nothing’s ready, my weight has ballooned up just a bit—no, more than a bit—and I’m petrified that I’m going to look like a giant marshmallow walking down the aisle in my dress. Deep breaths, Sammy. (Yes, I’m still talking to myself.) P.S. Your invitation is in the mail, I swear! less

I’m still in a daze…a lovely, blissful, post-wedding stupor of love. And I don’t want my honeymoon to end—ever. My husband? He planned the most perfect excursions while we’ve been away, and I’ve hardly gotten hurt in the process…well, not much anyway. I’m a wife now! Can you believe it?