I’m thrilled to have Samantha Birch here today to talk about her wedding guide, The High-Street Bride’s Guide!
AND Sam & Harper Impulse are giving away a wedding goody bag! Enter right here: Win a Harper Impulse wedding goody bag!
Brides-to-be, this one’s for you!
You can say your vows in a catwalk gown so beautiful it reduces your mum to tears (and not because she paid for it).
You can style a reception so stunning your guests won’t believe you didn’t hire an A-list planner.
And you can sprinkle the day with personal touches that make everyone feel like you gave them special attention before they even got there. Without spending a house deposit on it. Honest.
Samantha Birch has written for GLAMOUR, Brides, You & Your Wedding and Cosmopolitan Bride. She knows a thing or two about planning a wedding on a budget, how much you can expect to pay for everything and where to go to get it for less. And she’s put it all down here.
So far I’m the author of one book: The High-Street Bride’s Guide. I’ve written about dresses, bridesmaids and cake toppers for Brides and You & Your Wedding, and regularly contribute to the likes of GLAMOUR and Love Baking – often while eating cake in my pyjamas. I live with my husband in a chaotically untidy flat in Letchworth, which I pretend is an artfully unkempt writer’s loft in St. Albans.
Twitter (me): @SamBirchWriter
Twitter (the book): @HighStreetBride
So, April’s about halfway over now and I’m still (mostly) keeping up the Camp NaNoWriMo challenge. I can’t even believe it myself. I probably owe it all to the coffee.
Here is a snippet from my free read, THE APPOINTMENT.
“I want you,” he said, and Charlotte smiled. It was what he said every time he appeared on the doorstep of 1431 Lexington Avenue. He was not the first to make that request, but from him it was always deeply flattering.
He smoothed down the lapel of his impeccably tailored charcoal suit and shifted his weight, watching her as he resettled himself back against the leather pommel horse. He was breathtaking in the low light, the kind of man that could make almost any women look twice with his hard body, expertly styled dark blond hair, lightly tanned skin, and wide brown eyes.
Her gaze touched on the riding crops lining the far wall, the restraints hanging from the ceiling, the half open closet full of whips—anything to avoid meeting his eyes. Because she was tempted. Sorely tempted. “I’m just the phone girl. I don’t see clients.”
READ IT FREE!
I love Paul Rudd! If you’re looking for a fun way to waste some time check out the entire series.