Back at the Altar

By J.D. Walker

Cole Altridge believes in happily-ever-after. Or at least he did until he is jilted at the altar by his cheating ex-fiancé, Hunter. Heartbroken, Cole tries to get over the pain by burying himself in work, but it doesn’t help.

When his best friend Brenda gets tired of watching him wallow in misery, she drags him out for a night of karaoke at a local bar. Enjoying himself for the first time in a long while, Cole comes to the rescue of Jeremy Sultan, a friend from his book club who is being harassed by a guy at the bar. A seriously hot kiss saves the day.

Cole and Jeremy find common ground and sparks fly as they flirt and dance to the pounding music. A week later, another date leads to a hot night of sex and fun. Cole finds himself falling fast and has to decide: will he let Jeremy be his one and only? Or allow Hunter the rat bastard ruin his love life forever?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Mar 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781611525335

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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Back at the Altar

By J.D. Walker

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2014 J.D. Walker

ISBN 9781611525335

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Back at the Altar

By J.D. Walker

I had always believed in happily ever after, until Hunter the rat bastard Willis left me at the altar on our wedding day.

We had been living together for three years, had two dogs, and a condo to die for. What else was there to do but marry? Seal the deal?

Apparently he didn’t feel the same way because I stood at the altar in New York, wearing my black expensive tuxedo and my tight Italian shoes, listening while my soon-to-be ex-almost-husband told the priest and all our friends that he just couldn’t do it and he didn’t love me anymore. In shock and beyond heart-broken, I watched him walk away, dreams shattered and tears streaming down my face. Two weeks later, he was shacked up with someone ‘new,’ the hussy. Apparently he had been secretly fucking some little twink from his job and didn’t fucking have the guts to break up with me before the ceremony. Thoughtless, heartless bastard!

Of course, you realize I had to pay for everything. He’s gone and all that’s left of him is the bill. He even took the dogs. I thought he was the one. How could I have been so wrong?

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We met at a party in East Atlanta. Brenda, one of my best friends, was having a housewarming get-together and I had been coerced into attending. Body parts had been threatened. She had just married her childhood sweetheart, Melissa, in New York, and they were enjoying a hers and hers moment. There were a lot of people there I didn’t know. It had been a long dry spell for me at this point and I wasn’t in a rush to meet someone new, but sex was always good. Brenda, it turned out, had other ideas. I bet she regrets it now.

Anyway, by the time I arrived, the party was in full swing. I gave Brenda and Melissa hugs and kisses and congratulated them on the house.

It’s beautiful, just like the two of you, I said with a wink.

Brenda rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Cole. You just