Abbie Carter felt doomed as she clutched her bouquet and started walking up the aisle. Again. She felt like she was stuck in some kind of Groundhog Day wedding nightmare. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Eight dresses, most of them hideous, were already stuffed in her attic space. She had more bridesmaid dresses than relationships. Was she really that unlucky in love? She despaired of ever finding her soul mate and was convinced that if she packed away dress thirteen in her attic, she’d never get to wear the coveted white one and have her happy ever after.
That was until she locked eyes with one of the handsome ushers, whose wink turned her elegant and well-practiced glide up the aisle into a flailing Bambi-on-ice spectacle. Miller Davis was the first man in forever to make her heart skip a beat, as well as her legs turn to jelly. And, for once, her interest in a man didn’t seem to be one-sided. It was just a shame that the Atlantic Ocean separated them. Abbie couldn’t even make a relationship with her elderly fat pooch, Sumo, work, so what chance did she have with a permanent New Yorker? Her best friend, Georgie, told her to ignore the miles that separated her from Miller and to go for it, saying that true love knew no bounds.
Was Abbie fated to always be the bridesmaid, or would her wish for the perfect day with the man of her dreams ever come true?
While Never The Bride is a standalone story, it’s the first in the Dilbury Village series of romantic comedy novels. All of them will be set in the quaint fictitious English hamlet in the Shropshire countryside, but feature a different village couples’ story.
Warning, if you are of a sensitive disposition when it comes to toilet humour, then the Dilbury Village series may not be for you!
What we say – review by Nikki Ford:
Charlotte Fallowfield has produced another snort-inducing comedy with this super-cute romance novel. In it she captures both lust and friendship with real poignancy offset with some hilarious set pieces that will have you sniggering into your latte.
Abbie has been stretched and stuffed into every conceivable bridesmaid dress thanks to an old school pact – but it would seem the wedding will never be hers. A bit of a clutz and tied to a fat, smelly, cantankerous old pooch, Abbie wonders if she’s the sort of woman men would ever look at twice.
But then she meets hot, hot, hot American business man Miller, a man who has all the women drooling, yet he seems to have his eyes only on Abbie. But can an accountant from tiny little Didsbury really capture the heart of a hot-shot New Yorker?
Fun-filled and fast-paced – this is perfect holiday reading fodder – and, as much as I adored clumsy Abbie, I am so excited to get to know some of the other characters from Didsbury better in the other books in this series. Bring them on!