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Authors: Leighann Dobbs

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Wedded Blintz

BOOK: Wedded Blintz
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Contents

Dedication

Copyright

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Epilogue

A Note From The Author

About The Author

This book is dedicated to my fans. Without their support, it would never have been written.

This is a work of fiction.

None of it is real. All names, places, and events are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real names, places, or events are purely coincidental, and should not be construed as being real.

Wedded Blintz

Copyright © 2013

Leighann Dobbs

http://www.leighanndobbs.com

All Rights Reserved.

No part of this work may be used or reproduced in any manner, except as allowable under “fair use,” without the express written permission of the author.

Cover art by:
http://www.coverkicks.com

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Bake, Battle & Roll

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Blackmoore Sisters

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* * *

Dead Wrong

Dead & Buried

Dead Tide

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Regency Romance Fairytales Series

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Chapter One

Lexy Baker smoothed the material of her silk wedding gown over her slim hips and smiled at her reflection in the three-sided mirror. Her shoulder length brown hair piled on top of her head accentuated her high cheekbones and highlighted her green eyes. She’d tried several different hairdos and finally decided this was the style she wanted for her wedding.

 
She turned first left and then right to check out the fit from every angle. Squinting at the mirror, she wondered if the gown was too small on top. She grabbed it from the top and hefted it upwards to cover her breasts a little better.
 

Was the gown too revealing?
 

She certainly hoped not. Her wedding to hunky police detective Jack Perillo was less than a week away and she didn’t have time to get fitted for a new one. Besides, this was her dream gown, exactly what she’d pictured since she was a little girl. She’d had it specially made and it fit her like a glove, giving her a sophisticated air with just enough sparkle.
 

The rhinestones on the top of her gown reflected dazzling light like they were plugged in with miniature light-bulbs inside. Her brow creased slightly as she looked down—she didn’t remember the gown being quite so sparkly before.
 

Glancing up, she realized that the brilliance of the stones were magnified by the opulent chandelier dangling from the twenty-foot ceiling in the bridal showroom at
Chez Philippe
—home of world renowned gown designer Philippe Montague.

In the mirror, she could see her grandmother Mona Baker, or Nans as Lexy called her, seated on the white tufted sofa right behind her. Beside Nans, Lexy’s best friend, Cassie, smiled and gave her a thumbs-up as she munched on a chocolate chip cookie from Lexy’s bakery,
The Cup and Cake
.

“Do you guys like it?” Lexy asked them over her shoulder.

“It’s gorgeous dear,” Nans said, nibbling noisily on a pistachio biscotti.

Lexy looked down at her chest. “You don’t think it shows too much up top, do you?”

“Nah.” Cassie shook her head, the red tips of her blonde spiked hairdo moving back and forth like the crest of a bird. “Not any more than any of the other gowns here.” She gestured to indicate the large room filled with brides and gowns.

Lexy’s gaze drifted to the showroom behind her with its theme of sparkle on white. White rugs, white overstuffed couches, white walls, white wedding gowns loaded with satin and lace hanging on racks around the room and thrown over chairs. The room was aglow with crystal accents, the lights reflecting in the dozens of mirrors, each with a bride in front of them doing exactly what Lexy was doing.
 

Her heart jolted when she saw a familiar pair of eyes looking at her from a mirror on the other side of the room. Dark, cold, beady eyes.

It couldn’t be.

Lexy and the other bride spun around at the same time. They stood on opposite sides of the room, glaring at each other. Lexy sucked in a breath, her good mood plummeting as her eyes verified the other bride was exactly who she’d thought—Veronica Maynard—her nemesis from high school.

Veronica hated Lexy back then. Lexy had no idea why. Sure, Lexy was prettier, got better grades and the boys seemed to like her better. But that was no reason to hate a girl, was it?
 

Veronica had delighted in taunting her, stealing her lunches, her boyfriends and playing tricks on her. Like pouring honey on her locker handle and cutting the seam of her gym shorts. Judging by the way Veronica was stomping across the room, her feelings toward Lexy hadn’t changed.

“You!” Veronica screwed up her face and jabbed her index finger at Lexy.

“Hello, Veronica.” Lexy eyed Veronica’s poufed-up hairdo which was corralled in place with a glittering tiara. Not much different from her high school hairdo … except for the tiara.
 

Lexy heard Cassie suck in a breath from her seat on the sofa. Cassie and Lexy had been best friends in high school and shared the same dislike for Veronica.

“How
dare
you wear the same dress as mine!” Veronica wavered her finger around Lexy’s body.

Lexy looked down at her gown, then over at Veronica’s. They
were
similar. Very similar. Almost identical, she realized with a start.
 

“Take it off,” Veronica demanded.

Nans shot up from her place on the couch. “Now, see here, Bridezilla.” Drawing herself to her full five-foot-two height, she marched over to Veronica and stabbed her finger in the other girl’s face. “You can’t bully my granddaughter like that. Back off or you’ll have
me
to answer to.”

Veronica shot Nans a sideways glare as she stomped closer. Lexy squared her hips, her hands curling into fists at her sides.

“Listen Maynard,” Lexy said. “You might have been able to intimidate me in high school, but we’re all grown up now. I’m keeping the dress.”

Cassie threw down her cookie and stood beside Nans, shooting angry looks at Veronica.

“I had mine custom made,” Veronica said.

“So did I.” Lexy wondered if Veronica had somehow seen her dress design and copied it. It would be just like Veronica to try to copy Lexy—she’d often shown up at school with almost the exact same outfit days after Lexy had worn hers.

“My gown is supposed to be one of a kind.” Veronica narrowed her eyes at Lexy.

“Wait … someone is actually marrying you?” Cassie tilted her head at Veronica, her eyebrows raised.

Veronica threw her head back and the tiara threatened to tear her hair loose. “Yes
and
we’re getting married in Paris.”

“If you’re getting married in Paris, what do you care if your gown looks like Lexy’s? She’s getting married here,” Nans said.

“It’s the principle. I paid for a custom design.” Veronica slid her eyes over to Lexy. “And I look much better in it than
she
does.”

Lexy’s face flushed with anger and she opened her mouth to give Veronica a piece of her mind when a movement behind the other bride caught her eye. She peered around Veronica and her stomach tightened when she recognized another of her high school enemies—Ramona Kazlowski.
 

Back in high school, Ramona had followed Veronica like a baby duck. They did the same things, taunted the same classmates, wore similar clothes and even had the same hairstyle. Lexy was surprised to discover that now, more than fifteen years later, they still wore their black hair in an identical poufy style. She found herself wondering if they’d worn similar outfits to the fitting.

Ramona looked Lexy over.
 

“Yeah, you do look better, Ronnie. And what’s with your boobs, Baker? They’re practically falling out. Did you get a boob job?” Ramona thrust her chin at Lexy who looked down at her bust again.
 

Maybe it
was
too tight?

Lexy glanced over at Veronica’s boobs, which seemed to be better proportioned to the confines of her gown.
 

“No. I didn’t get a boob job,” Lexy said. “Veronica’s are just too small.”

Cassie and Nans put their hands to their mouths to stifle twin giggles.

“What?” Veronica’s face went red, she raised her voice. “Take that back!”

“I won’t. It’s true.” Lexy raised her voice to the same level. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the rest of the brides had stopped their fittings and were turning to stare at them.
 

“Listen, you bitch, I’m not letting you ruin my special day by copying my gown. Give it to me.” Veronica held out her hand as if she expected Lexy to just take off the gown and hand it over.

“What? No way. You copied me!” Lexy stood her ground.
 

Next to them, Nans, Cassie and Ramona’s heads swiveled back and forth between the two arguing women.

“I said. Take it off.” Veronica pushed Lexy’s shoulder.

“Don’t push me.” Lexy pushed Veronica back, but much harder. Veronica stumbled backwards half a step and then regained her footing, rushing toward Lexy and pushing her with both hands this time.

Lexy’s eyes went wide and she reached out to grab at Veronica. Both girls lost their footing and they ended up in a tangle of satin, lace and netting on the floor.
 

“Get off me!” Veronica scratched Lexy’s arm.

“Ouch. That hurt!” Lexy pulled Veronica’s hair and the left side tumbled out of its configuration.
 

Veronica let out a yowl and ripped the side of Lexy’s gown.
 

“Hey, you ripped my dress!” Lexy yanked on the bodice of Veronica’s gown, tearing it at the seam.
 

Lexy and Veronica tumbled around on the floor, each yelling expletives while trying to get in a punch. Out of the corner of her eye, Lexy could see Cassie and Ramona getting ready to jump in. Even Nans was starting to roll up her sleeves. The other brides were staring at them wide-eyed. Behind them, Philippe Montague ran in their direction waving his arms frantically.

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