RELEASE BLITZ
Book Title: A Christmas Wedding
Author: A E Ryecart
Publisher: Independently Published
Cover Artist: Tammy Clarke/Meredith Russell
Release Date: November 19, 2019
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Themes: Christmas, Wedding/Marriage, Domineering family
Length: 49 000 words
It is part of a series but it can certainly be read as a standalone.
Buy Links – Available on Kindle Unlimited
Christmas. A Wedding. Family. It’s the Perfect Storm…
Blurb
For Rory Kincaid marrying Jack, the youngest son of the aristocratic De Lacy family, on Christmas Eve, is a dream come true. Handing over the wedding planning to Jack’s mother, the strong-willed Lady Diana, is turning out to be more of a nightmare.
As their big day approaches, the pressure’s on and the strain is beginning to show. Announcements in society magazines, a guest list that’s growing and growing, and fittings for the best bespoke tailoring in London, it’s all a far cry from Rory’s humble upbringing. Piece by piece, Rory and Jack’s dream of a simple winter wedding is fading fast.
Rory is Jack’s everything. Sweet, kind, and totally adorable, Rory is all Jack has ever wanted. And what Jack wants most of all is to give the man he loves the wedding day of his dreams — and that means taking a stand against the indomitable Diana.
***Warning: this story contains two gorgeous men, a mountain of mince pies and cupcakes, a punk rocker Christmas fairy called Bunty, and a snowy Christmas Wedding.***
Jack took Rory’s hands in his and swept his thumbs across his knuckles.
“It’s a simple wedding, just as we agreed it would be. Just us, immediate family, and our friends. But even a simple wedding takes a lot of organising, and there’s always last-minute stuff to see to. A bit like baking, eh?” Jack shook out Rory’s hands and earned himself a wry smile. “All those fancy cupcakes you bake, with the weird-flavoured buttercream icing on top—”
Rory huffed, but it didn’t disguise the smile in his voice. “My flavoured frostings are not weird. The proof of that is in how well they sell.”
“Yes, but the cake itself is simple, isn’t it? What takes the time, and is the clever part, is getting the buttercream just right, piping it into a perfect peak, and then adding all the little flourishes that give them the wow factor. A wedding’s no different, whether it’s small and low-key like ours or a big society affair—”
“Are you saying ours isn’t a society wedding?” Rory quirked his brow as he climbed into Jack’s lap and wound his arms around his neck.
Now, this was better, this was the Rory he wanted back. Jack’s dick agreed as it twitched beneath the layer of denim.
“It’ll be better than any society wedding because it’ll have—oh…”
The flick of Rory’s tongue around his ear and the light scraping of teeth on the nervy, sensitive skin just beneath the lobe were making him forget all about weddings and bakeries and cupcake analogies…
“Been to a lot of society weddings, have you?”
“Hmm? What?” Jack scrambled to catch up. “Yes, lots. I was a page boy at—ow!” Jack yelped when Rory bit hard on his ear.
“Page boys. Your mum suggested we have page boys. And flower girls. Did you know? I think she was keen for Hugo and Henry to play a role.”
Jack blinked hard. “She wanted the Monsters to be page boys?” His dick deflated at the thought of his adorable but undeniably badly-behaved young nephews dressed as Little Lord Fauntleroy. “No, I didn’t. When was this? You didn’t say.”
“At the beginning. She phoned — me — when you were — out.” Rory said in between landing kisses and tiny nips on Jack’s throat. “She was in full flow. Almost unstoppable. It was bloody scary, but I had to say no. She was pissed off, I could tell.”
“You should have told me, Ro. I could have had a word, told her to go easy.” And stay within the remit. Where did page boys and flower girls figure in a simple wedding? “Don’t keep stuff from me, okay?”
Rory slipped from Jack’s lap and took up his former position, cuddling into Jack’s side.
“Perhaps I’m just being overly touchy.”
“Not about page boys and flower girls you’re not. You were right to put your foot down. Any other surprises for me?”
Rory shook his head.
Jack ran his fingers through Rory’s thick, dark hair. He wished Rory had said something to him at the time. To him, his mum was just that — Mum. But to Rory, his future mother-in-law was still very much Lady Diana De Lacy. Strong-willed and determined, she was a force to be reckoned with, but Rory had stood up to that and come off the better, and not for the first time. Still, it would have taken every scrap of Rory’s courage.
Simple, tasteful, low-key. Those were the ground rules they had set down, months and months before. And his mother had embraced them. Hadn’t she?
There had been the announcement in The Times, of course. That went without saying. And his and Rory’s suits were bespoke with one final fitting yet to take place… weren’t these things the ordinary, normal stuff of weddings? Or at least the weddings he’d been to, but then most probably didn’t attend the nuptials of Sir this, Lady that, or the Honourable the other…
I love all kinds of MM romance and gay fiction, but I especially like contemporary stories. Born and raised in London, the city is part of my DNA so I like to set many of my stories in and around present-day London, providing the perfect, metropolitan backdrop to the main action. I write at home, in the gym, in cafés —in fact I write any place I can find a good coffee!
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