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Three very different sisters will grow closer together while planning a wedding--if they don't kill each other in the process.

 

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"Well-rounded characters and a realistic picture of Neely’s fears about marriage make this a moving, engaging story."


 
--RT BOOKclub, 4 Stars

 

 

Excerpted from The Good Kind of Crazy:

 

Well, he can't say I didn't warn him, Neely Mason thought.  Robert had assured her before dinner that he was marrying her, so nothing her family said or did would affect his decision.  She was holding him to that.

 

Not that her family was being unwelcoming.  Far from it--they'd expressed great gratitude that someone had finally proposed to the forty-five year old "spinster" of the family, and they were trying to make Robert's life easier by mapping out his wedding for him.

 

"You could always getting married here," Mr. Mason offered.  "This old house might need a bit of spit-shine to polish her up, but she's a historic beauty."

 

"True," Neely's mother agreed, "but too small to properly host their wedding.  I imagine you'll have one-hundred and fifty guests at least."

 

"What?" Neely's head reeled.  When she and Robert had started discussing wedding specifics Monday night, they'd predicted around seventy-five people, one hundred as the absolute maximum.  "I think you're shooting a little high, Mom."

 

"Nonsense.  Savannah and I started a list after you left the other day.  That was our conservative estimate, since you insisted on something 'simple.'"

 

Naturally, organized and domestic Savannah had taken control of preparations.  Neely shot her older sister an accusing glare, but it crashed and broke on the shore of Savannah's good intentions.

 

"No need to thank me!" Savannah said cheerfully.  "I want to help in anyway possible. Jason and I were so young when we got married that we were too poor for a grand affair, and I hardly think at my age I'm going to have a daughter.  So planning your wedding will be fun!"

 

A thrill a minute.  Neely wasn't sure how she felt about the unspoken comparison to the daughter Savannah would never have.  I'm only younger by eleven months!  Yet she supposed she'd be getting Savannah's "big sister" treatment for the rest of her life.  She couldn't imagine how Vi must feel, being the surprise late baby in the family and nearly twenty years younger than her sisters.

 

"So, what about you, Robert?" Neely's brother asked. "Any siblings?  Brothers or, God help you, sisters?"

 

Robert grinned.  "Neither.  Just me and my parents.  My dad has a brother back in Vermont--are you okay, Mrs. Mason?"

 

"Fine, fine."

 

Neely could see how the harrumph her mother made whenever a place north of the Mason-Dixon was mentioned could sound like the woman was choking.

 

"I have a handful of relatives left there," Robert said.  "We're not a big family."

 

"And the two of you don't plan to make it any bigger by having more little Walshes?"  Mrs. Mason asked.

 

"Uh--" Robert shot Neely his first truly alarmed look of the evening.

 

She knew how he felt.  Her accountant's brain was already spinning.  Even if they hurried and had a baby in the next two years--which they would probably have to do, if she wanted to get pregnant before menopause--she would still be in her sixties before the kid could get a driver's license. 

 

"Cornelia Mason Walsh," her brother said absently, changing the subject.  Maybe he'd learned some tact from his courtroom experiences, after all.  "That'll take some getting used to.  Are you hyphenating, ditching the maiden name altogether or staying as is?"

 

"What do you mean, as is?" Mr. Mason asked, his expression genuinely befuddled.  "She won't be 'as is,' she'll be a married lady."

 

"Not all women change their last names," Vi said.  "It's the new millennium, Dad.  Why should a woman give up her identity just because of an archaic ceremony?  I was reading an article about how some modern couples legalize a completely new married name by combining syllables of their separate last names.  You guys could be Mr. and Mrs. Walson.  Or Maisch!"

 

Savannah blinked. "That's insane."

 

For a change, Neely agreed with her older sister.  But no doubt "Walson" was just one of many helpful suggestions that would be thrown at the happy couple during the next few months...

From the book The Good Kind of Crazy  by Tanya Michaels NEXT  03/06.  Copyright by Tanya Michaels  ® and ™ are trademarks of the publisher.  The edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.  For more romance information, surf to:  http://www.eHarlequin.com .

 

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