FRIENDS

Today I was tired and for a change watched old shows on the TV. In fact, four old episodes of FRIENDS. Particularly the one where Ross goes to London to marry his British fiancée, Emily. Joey, Chandler and Monica fly with him. Phoebe stays home because she’s pregnant and big. Rachel stays with her because she can’t stand to see Ross getting married. But she changes her mind and follows them, wanting to tell Ross she’s still in love with him, before it’s too late.

When she arrives at the hotel, she finds him kissing Emily, and just hugs him saying, “Congratulations.”
When the pastor tells Ross, "Repeat after me, I, Ross, take you, Emily, to be my wedded wife…”
Ross says, “ I, Ross, take you Rachel to be my wedded wife…”

Emily didn’t take it well at all! And I couldn’t stop laughing at Ross’ predicament.

Oops, wrong name blurted at the worst possible time. I couldn’t believe my eyes, because my new story starts with Mary-Beth blurting the wrong name while making love to her fiancé. Nothing like saying the wrong name to put the kibosh on wedding plans!

But what if the wrong name turns out to be the right one?

RIGHT NAME, WRONG MAN is a sexy romantic comedy set in France.
What’s a girl to do when she whispers another man’s name in her fiancé’s arms?

When forbidden dreams about the sexy French Dr. Yves Malroux assail her at every turn, Mary-Beth puts her wedding plans on hold. She signs up for a summer training program in surgery with Yves, and flies to France to confront her past and the man who broke her heart years ago.

But she never expected the French doctor--who’s also a count-- to insist on his trainees staying at his historical chateau. Sleeping under his roof, next door to his bedroom, is more temptation than Mary-Beth anticipated. Desire for Yves burns as hot as ever, especially when he focuses all his charm on Mary-Beth to convince her she needs passion in her life. While too many questions still swirled in her mind, her jealous fiancé summons her back home.

Will Mary-Beth let her heart decide who’s her right man? Will Yves break his no-strings-attached rule to offer love and commitment?

Excerpt:Chapter One


“Love you, Yves.” Marie-Beth Drake purred and cuddled deeper against her lover’s broad chest.

Already half-asleep, Steve squeezed her to his side, with a faint “Hmm”. Soon, his light snores filled the air. Sated and relaxed, she stroked his silvery hair. “Love you—”

She froze.

What had she called him?

Oh God, oh God. Had she said Steve or… Yves?

Her fiancé grumbled in his sleep. She immediately yanked her hand away from his head. Her fingers flew to her lips and her stomach somersaulted. She couldn’t have whispered the loathsome name? She’d buried it long ago and forgotten the sexy French doctor and his charismatic smile.

Had Steve noticed the slip of her tongue?