The Little Wedding Island

The Little Wedding Island - Jaimie Admans

Bonnie Haskett loves everything about weddings. She loves her job at a national bridal magazine and even has a deposit down on her dream dress. The only problem? She doesn’t have a fiancé!

So when Bonnie is sent to Edelweiss Island, known as ‘The Little Wedding Island’, it’s a dream come true. She’s heard the rumours, every wedding that takes place in the tiny chapel ends in a happy-ever-after.

But there’s a catch! Investigating the story, Bonnie needs to pose as a blushing bride – and the only man up for posing as her groom is her arch rival (and far too handsome for his own good) journalist Rohan Carter…

My Review

I have never read this author before and I cannot to find and read more of her books. It started off and I was a bit unsure where it was going, it sounded like a nice upbeat title and thought it would be perfect with getting married next year to read.

However, the more this book went on the more invested in it I got, the island sounds perfect and I would love to go and visit myself. Bonnie seems like such a nice lady with such high hopes and aspirations, both in work and to get married one day, you hope she gets all she deserves. When she is on the boat she meets a very handsome man, little does she know what is going to come to her and who he actually is.

Lets just say that it is a wonderful partnership, without giving too much away. They try to uncover what is actually going on on the island, as it all seems to good to be true. Their relationship turns out to be something on a deeper level where history comes to play a part.

The imagery in this book is great. It allows you to picture exactly what is going on and when the island looks like. Very clear images were represented and imaginable.

This book was just a delight to read, fills you with a warm fuzzy feeling. I cannot wait to discover more books by this author.

5 stars

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