A Wedding Story by Dee Tenorio

A Wedding Story (novella)

A free installment

Dee Tenorio

Contemporary Romance

Published in 2011

H/h - Bobby Wichowski/Ruth Anne Barbellis

Setting: Present time.

Read in June, 2012.

My rating:

[might be spoilerish]

Damn but this little free novella so goooooooooood!! It was fun, hilarious and absolutely made me fall in love with both Ruth Anne or ‘Rhubarb’ and Bobby. This is my first read of DT’s books and I’m so glad about it. If you’re a sucker for enemies turned lovers theme, this would be an almost perfect example... why I say ‘almost’? Will try to explain.

Ruth Anne and Bobby have known each-other since their nappies, I mean literally. As far as I got that they live in a small community and their mothers have been best friends like forever! And as they were growing up, both Bobby and Ruth Anne has been on each-other’s neck (and a few other places as well lol). Ruth Anne thinks Bobby is the bane of her existence because in every humiliating aspect of her life, Bobby’s name reigned supreme. Unfortunately, this book was told, sort of, from Ruth Anne’s POV (not first person narrative though), so I felt I needed to read Bobby’s thoughts too. But, it was very apparent that Bobby liked to poke and prod at her as much as he can. His life’s goal was to make her life a living hell. And on this wedding day of their siblings, Ruth Anne’s sister and Bobby’s brother, things come down to the ultimate face off.... Or was it? But, certainly Ruth Anne’s life changed for the good and in the end, she was f*cking happy that Bobby has been a part of her life since the beginning of time.

My reaction to the whole book was simply one,

. Bobby was perrrrrfect. He was fun and apart from the childish pranks and mischief, Bobby had loved Ruth Anne all his life. Ruth Anne did too but she was just too ‘uncomfortable’ (for the lack of better word here people! Lol) growing up to face this ‘abnormal’ (again, lack of better word :p) fact. She can’t dream of kissing Bobby FGS! It’s a crime that made her run for a confession to the community priest!!!! Lord, I don’t know how to explain but I just about died laughing reading this story.

Now, on to the complaints- one, definitely it should’ve been longer. A few more pages, a more scenes would make it perfect. Two, lack of love scenes. Oh c’mon!!! I wanted them, a lot of them. They would’ve been as fun as Ruth Anne and Bobby’s relationship! Three, a very few typos but I overlooked them, the only thing caught my eyes was the spelling of Bryan Adams’ name. But that’s not a big complain. If the first two of my ‘complaints’ were met, I would rate this 5 stars. Honest! Definitely looking forward to more DT books soon!
4 stars. Imagine me doing this though>

“A Wedding Story” is a short story of about 35 pages. I heartily recommend it if you have an hour to spare and looking for something light and fun that will warm your heart. It can be downloaded from smashwords.

Favorite Quote(s):

“I hate you. You are the reason fungus exists. You are the slime that grows in swamps that even acid can’t break down—”
“How long do you plan to keep this up, Rhubarb?”
“Why?”
“Because I was going to hail down a bottle of beer and I figured you might get thirsty having your mouth open so much.”
“Make it a white wine and I’ll keep it short.”
“No, you won’t, but it might slow you down. Be right back.”

“She eyed him but said nothing. Why did he always have to pull out the truth?
“It’s not like I haven’t seen you pee before. Go ahead.”
“Eww, you have not!”
“Yup, you were six and you had to go and there was no one else to take you.”
Oh God...she’d been so humiliated she must have blanked it from her memory.”

“Hey, Rhubarb, we may need to rethink our approach.”
“No, we don’t.”
“I’ve only got one hand here, kiddo. Maybe if I grab the middle-”
“If you grab the middle, it’ll be the last thing that hand ever does!”
He pondered that as if it explained something. “So I’m guessing then you don’t get a lot of company down here.”
“Bobby, so help me, I will rip your arm off and beat you with it, do you hear me?”
“Okay, geez. Let me just get a look—” He picked her skirt up and pulled it over his head.
“Bobby!” She was actually too mortified to even scream so it came out like a squeak from a dying rat.
“Dammit, there’s no light under here, can’t see a thing.”
Thank God for small blessings. “Get out of there!”
“Tell you what, how about you use your spare hand and I use mine on either side of your hips and we yank together.”

Bobby’s eyes widened. Then he swallowed like there was an anvil in his throat.
“You want me...”
She waited for him to continue but he didn’t seem capable. So she shifted and the pain brought him back from wherever his glazed gaze had taken him.
“You want me to rip your underwear off?”
Given the need to clamp her thighs together, she didn’t care how he worded it. She nodded.
“I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven,” he murmured.