12 Honeymoons Blog Tour! (+$25 Amazon GC and KINDLE FIRE Giveaway!)

Title: 12 Honeymoons

Author: K.L. Brady

Series: N/A

Pages: 320

Date Published: 2015

Publisher: Lady Lit Press

Format: Kindle

Genre: Romance

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Synopsis:
Miki Vincent’s entire life is stalled because she's addicted to the beginnings of things, especially relationships. She relishes in the emotional highs, first hugs, first kisses that new love brings. But sex always ruins it. That’s why abstaining during the first three months of a relationship—following the 90-day rule—was supposed to help land her down the aisle with Mr. Right. Miki finds out the hard way, Mr. Wrong can wait that long, especially if his ultimate prize is her inheritance.

One assault charge and depression later, Miki devises the Honeymoon Plan, guaranteeing her a lifetime of firsts and zero heartache. But following her own rule sends her life into an out of control spiral in which she’s sentenced to more than perpetual break-ups. A new pursuit and a string of sexy suitors offer her the opportunity to jumpstart her life and test her new strategy. The only problem? It just might work.

Miki’s best friend Pam, a repressed artist, struggles to keep her honeymoon alive but she can no longer ignore the blatant evidence indicating her husband is having an affair. A different kind of “honeymoon plan” designed to free her from her troubles, and a chance meeting with a handsome artistic stranger, help reignite her passions—but will they destroy her marriage in the process?

~The Craziest Wedding Ever!~

by K.L. Brady

I’ve only participated in four weddings in my entire lifetime including my own…my entire life being 20-30 years depending on how much vodka I’ve indulged in that day. All of the bridesmaid dresses I was forced to wear involved some combination of pink ruffled sleeves, taffeta, satin and big pink bows to sit on the hump of my big butt, as if I needed to call any more attention to it. Remember that move 27 Dresses with Katherine Heigl? Well, take the three ugliest dresses from that movie, make them pink, and then multiply the ugly exponentially to the 10th power. I had three of the ugliest ones on the planet.

My funniest wedding story involved my cousin. She was and is one of the strongest women I know. Independent. Stubborn. Very strong-minded. I never thought she’d succumb to bounds of matrimonial bliss. If she did, I thought he’d have to be one heck of a man. Big. Strong. Ambitious. I pictured a football player with a neck and a day job. But one day she called me and told me she’d met the man of her dreams at church and her wedding was just weeks away. When I met him, he looked…hungry. He was this thin, unimposing, timid, a rather short man who worked at the church. It was so long ago I can’t remember in what capacity.

When I looked at them together, I remembered thinking one of them was in trouble…with two seemingly opposite personalities. I couldn’t imagine this being a good match. If you looked at a photo album of her life and compared all of the men, it would’ve been like playing a game of "which one of these is not like the others." He was not anything like the others.

But it was not my job to judge. It was my job to be a supportive maid of honor. So that’s what I did…even though I thought the cheese had completely slipped off of her cracker. I felt some sense of relief in the fact that it would not be a costly wedding. Her mother served as the caterer, and the wedding was held at her mother’s house, a lovely cape code in the Maryland suburbs.

For the next few weeks, I happily and supportively helped her find a wedding dress, shoes, hair styles, decorations, make gifts, centerpieces. We went through the entire routine with nary a hint of a second thought or regret about her decision…and I looked, studied, waited for some sign from her. Nothing. Not a peep.

The big day arrives. The wedding music begins to play. It is time for the bride to descend the steps.

I say, “Are you ready?” as a matter of routine. It wasn’t a test question.

She pauses and says, “Yes!” Then paints a huge smile on her face.

She turns to walk to walk down, lays her foot on the first stair riser, and…

WAAAAAAAAAAAH!

The waterworks begin. She cries like I’ve never seen a human in existence cry. I didn’t know the human body could hold that much water. I pulled her back up the steps and tried everything short of hitting her in the head with a hammer to calm her. Nothing worked. I told her we could cancel the wedding and just have a big party.

Didn’t work.

I gave her alcohol.

Didn’t work.

I tried convincing her they were the perfect couple because they were opposites (even though I didn’t believe a single word).

Didn’t work.

Two hours later, the guests were still waiting.

Finally, in my genius, I pulled one last rabbit out of the hat. I put my arm around her and lovingly told her, “Divorce is legal in Maryland. You can get out of it if it doesn’t work.”

Her tears dried, she reapplied her make-up, and she finally walked to the altar.

Three kids and a few years later, she separated and divorced.

My instinct was right…and so was hers.

Lesson learned.

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A Friday in April that year…

Crushing fear and chronic romantic failures taught me in a single hour what my mother tried unsuccessfully to teach me in twenty-nine years: If I wanted to be truly happy, I needed to think like a woman—a smart one. And if I emerged from this courtroom with my freedom, that’s exactly what I planned to do. As my glance traveled across to the prosecution’s side and zeroed in on the bogus victim, four numbers seared into my brain: 90—15—3—6. Thinking like a man and following the 90-day rule was about 15 minutes and 3 strikes from landing me in jail for 6 months.

“Your Honor, I’d like to cite Pena versus the Commonwealth—” I started before he gave me the hand.

“There is no burden to prove intent in a simple assault case, Ms. Vincent. Nice try.”

Strike one. On to Plan B.

“S-S-Sorry, uh, sir…your honor,” I stammered. “I swear to you...I did not unjustly harm Mr. Wiggins.”

~Meet K.L. Brady!~ 

K. L. Brady is a D.C. native but spent a number of her formative years in the Ohio Valley. Her writing career started in the pages of diaries when she was 7 or 8 years old. But it wasn’t until her 40th birthday and an Oprah “Live Your Best Life” moment that she finally answered her calling and wrote her first novel–The Bum Magnet. The originally self-published novel was picked up by Simon & Schuster in a two-book deal, and K.L. hasn’t looked back since, penning the follow-up, Got a Right to Be Wrong and self-publishing the first books in two young adult series and a spy thriller series based on her 20+-year career in the U.S. Intelligence Community.

She has a B.A. in Economics, an MBA, and is a member of the Maryland Writer’s Association, Romance Writers of America, Sisters In Crime, and International Thriller Writers. She’s addicted to writing and chocolate—not necessarily in that order—and currently lives in the Washington D.C. area with her son. She is hard at work on several projects, including the next installment of the series.

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