Every Wedding But Ours

She fled her own wedding three days before the vows. He photographs the cracks in everyone else's. And a dying estate just chained them together for one impossible summer.

Posy Lindgren builds happily-ever-afters for a living, armed with a color-coded binder the size of a paving stone and a warm, seamless voice that can talk any groom off any ledge. Never mind that she's the favorite cautionary tale of Sable Bay—the runaway planner, the one whose own forever fell apart in front of the whole town. Never mind that one more cancellation ends her. When the grand old Brightwater estate offers her its final legacy season, eighteen perfect weddings that could carry her career anywhere, she says yes before her brain can stop her mouth.

Then comes the catch.

Eli Brandt thinks weddings are beautiful lies, glossy prologues to the divorce he barely survived. He aims his late grandfather's camera at the truths no one wants developed—and once told Posy, to her face, that she could schedule the weather all she liked; it would still do whatever it wanted on the day. And then it rained. He didn't even have the decency to be wrong.

Now a single non-severable contract binds them together for the entire season: planner and photographer, side by side at all eighteen weddings. If either of them walks, they both lose everything. Her lease. His legacy. The two-hundred-year-old wishing oak an outside buyer wants to pave into a parking lot.

Color-coded clipboards collide with stolen candids. Sunshine wars with storm clouds. And somewhere between barefoot vows and second chances, between a runaway bride and the one wedding Posy never thought she'd survive, the love stories they keep building for other people start whispering something inconvenient and true.

Warm, witty, and aching with second-chance longing, Every Wedding But Ours is the enemies-to-lovers summer romance you'll want to read barefoot in the sun.

One enemy. Eighteen weddings. Zero chance of staying apart.